The Affair

This is the story of how an affair starts between a man and his ex-girlfriend, years after he's been married. As always,

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It had been years since I had seen her. But when I did, I instantly recognized her... and I couldn't help myself.

My wife and I headed to Target Saturday morning to get a few things. But as most shopping trips there go, she had gotten distracted and ventured off among the racks of clothing and displays. I quickly lost sight of her, and figured she would eventually reappear and find me when she was ready.

But that would be a while, and with nothing specific to shop for myself, I wandered towards the electronics section at the back of the store. I knew I could kill some time playing video game demos, and checking out the "in-store talent".

Saturday afternoons at Target are pretty ideal people watching, especially when it's warm out. Young moms and college girls in yoga pants, cut offs with tank tops, and sundresses all make for wonderful distractions.

I was just hitting the electronics section, when I heard a familiar woman's voice. I couldn't quite place it, but knew I recognized it. I tracked the voice to a rack of clothing not far from where I was. I slowly walked past a nearby endcap, pretending to take an interest in the phone cases on display.

From my vantage point, I could observe two women chatting over the rack of clothing. The woman with her back to me had long wavy blonde hair that fell in locks over her bare shoulders. She wore an army green tank top and black leggings that wrapped around her ass so perfectly, they looked like they had been sprayed on.

"Um, stare much?"

The stranger's friend caught me, red handed. My eyes darted up, just as the blonde turned to see what her friend was referring to. I quickly realized why the voice had been so familiar. It was my ex-girlfriend Randi. The one I had fucked in the mall years earlier.

"Derrick!?" She said sounding both surprised and happy.

"You know this guy?" her friend shot back, an eyebrow raised in disbelief. "He was basically eye-fucking you."

I cringed. That was loud... too loud. I glanced around, making sure my wife wasn't lurking around any of the nearby racks.

"Know him?" Randi turned back to her friend and laughed. "Jackie, this is Derrick!" She dropped her voice down to a whisper. "You know, the one I told you about? At the mall?"

The thought of Randi gossiping to her friend about us fucking set off sparks in my mind.

"Uh... hey Randi!" I managed. I stepped forward towards them, but stayed far enough that we couldn't even shake hands. "Sorry, I was, looking for something and I, uh..." I was doing a terrible job at explaining myself. I tried again, "I was looking for someone. And I heard your voice, and, uh..."

"It's so good to see you!" Randi cut me off, closing the gap between us with open arms.

A hug couldn't hurt, I thought to myself. A hug can be platonic... like a buddy!

Except it wasn't.

It was a hug that made me forget where I was. Forget who I had come with. My head was swimming as I buried my face in her hair. Her breasts seemed bigger, crushed against my torso. She pressed her hips forward, as we held on to each other for longer than we should have. She smelled like vanilla and coconut.

"I missed you," she said soft enough for just me to hear. Her breath warm on my ear. I ran my fingers over the skin of her bare shoulder.

"Me too," I whispered back as we held on. I closed my eyes again.

"Um... hello? I'm still here!" Jackie interrupted.

My eyes shot opened. I let go. My hands fell. Intentionally or unintentionally I'm not sure, but I ran my hand down her back, and grazed her ass. She turned back to her friend, but stayed standing just in front and to the side of me.

"Jackie!" Randi shot back. "I'm just catching up with an old friend!"

She slowly slid back, my right hand hanging by my side was now perfectly aligned with her ass. She kept sliding back until there was contact. She hip checked me, "Right? We're old friends... aren't we?" Her hip now concealing any movement from my arm, as my hand moved up gently resting and patting her ass.

"Yeah, of course we are!" I tried to sound casual. "It's really good to see you, Randi! What are you doing out here?"

"Oh, yeah... we moved!" She responded, and looked down sheepishly. "I mean Rich and I moved." My hand dropped back down.

"Oh," I said surprised. "well... congratulations on the move!" I tried to sound genuine. I disliked Rich, and hadn't felt bad about fucking his wife behind his back a few years ago. But I was also single at the time. Since then, I had gotten married too -- and suddenly being on the other side of that felt different. I still didnt like him, but I had more to lose now.

"You're married, now, right?" Randi looked at me with those beautiful blue eyes and smiled. "I keep up on Facebook."

"Yes," not sure why I felt guilty about admitting that, and suddenly coming back to the realization that I wasn't here alone. "Uh... in fact," I looked around, intently looking to make sure my wife was no where near us. "She's around here somewhere."

"Oh!" Randi replied. She looked around too. "Well I'd love to meet her!"

"Are you serious?" Jackie jumped in. "You really want to meet the woman who's fucking your ex?"

"Jackie! Stop it!" Randi pushed back. "I'm sorry," she looked at me apologetically, "Jackie is in a rare mood today!" She shot back at Jackie with a look that clearly told her to back off. "You remember Jackie, right? I think you met once back when... we were dating."

I smiled and politely nodded at Jackie, acknowledging her "Sure. Hey Jackie. good to see you."

Jackie scoffed. "Alright," sounding resigned. "I'm gonna go look at some clothes. Come find me when you're... done... with whatever this is." Jackie turned on her heel and started walking away, and shouted "You two have fun, but not too much fun!"

We both gave a little half cocked smile, looking around to make sure no one -- especially my wife -- had heard or seen anything. I felt like a junior high kid, hormones and embarrassment and fear of getting caught all wrapped up in one moment.

I looked at Randi. She looked at me. "Hi," I managed to say. "It really is good to see you again."

"Hi" she replied smiling broadly. "It's good to see you too. It's been, a really long time."

"You look," I scanned her up and down, "really good."

She blushed. "Thanks. You do too."

"No, I mean it. You look great..." not wanting to lay it on too thick, but enjoying getting to be close to her. "I mean, you just look, I don't know... radiant!" Her breasts seemed swollen, like they were about to spill over and out of the top and sides of her tank top. Her hips were wider and her ass seemed rounder and more plump. Everything about her was womanly and sexy.

Now she really blushed. "Oh my gosh, stop!" she playfully punched my shoulder, then held on to it briefly before running her hand down my bicep, squeezing down to my hand and holding it for a minute. She twirled my wedding ring around my finger. The effect shot a bolt of electricity through me.

"Um, are you happy?" She asked sheepishly.

"Happy?" I replied, "Yeah... no. I mean, yes. I'm happy. Courtney is... great!" There was that weird guilty feeling again.

"That's good... " her voice trailed off.

"Are, you?" I hesitated. "Are you happy?"

"Yeah!" She started. But the enthusiasm quickly faded. "I mean, yes. I'm happy too. Rich is... well... he's Rich. I mean...he's... solid. You know?"

I nodded, but i didn't know, or agree. And it felt like she didn't really believe what she was saying either.

"Yeah, I get it." I tried to sound reassuring. "I mean, I'm glad you found some..."

She cut me off. "I have a daughter," she blurted out. "And I'm pretty sure he's cheating on me." Tears started for form in her eyes.

"Oh." I managed, "gosh I'm... I... well, I'm sorry?" I didn't know what to say or do. I rubbed her shoulder trying to be reassuring.

"No, I'm Sorry! You don't need to..." Randi wiped a tear from the corner of her eye, and tried to compose herself. Smiling and laughing at herself "Honestly! Madeline is almost 2 now, and she's perfect. She's my everything. I know it's crazy, but even if Rich is an asshole, at least I got my daughter out of it."

I started doing the mental math in my mind. 2 years old meant that Randi would have gotten pregnant just around the same time we had our little affair at the mall. My eyes must have given away what i was thinking, because Randi jumped in straight away. "Uh, don't worry. You're not the dad!" She gave me a reassuring smile. "I mean, I did worry about that for a little while. But we didn't get pregnant until a couple months later."

Relieved, I focused back on Randi. Something about knowing she was a mom made her so much more attractive to me. "Well, you're a mom! That's so great, Randi!" I smiled back at her. "And that's a beautiful name, Madeline." I reached out and rubbed her shoulder again, and then ran my hand down her arm, this time I held onto her hand and played with her ring.

Then suddenly I heard another familiar voice from behind one of the tall displays. "Derrick?" It was my wife. I quickly dropped Randi's hand. She must have understood, as she took a few steps back away from me, and adjusted her tank top to tuck the extra flesh that had been exposed from our hug away.

"Derrick?" Courtney called out.

"Uh, yeah, hon." I called back. "I'm over here." I shot a glance over to Randi. We have to play this cool, I tried to say with my eyes. She winked back her understanding.

My wife came around the corner and spotted me. Then she saw Randi. "Oh!" she sounded surprised. "Who is this?"

"This... is... an old friend!" I looked over at Randi hoping she would understand my lack of introduction.

"I'm Randi," she smiled and shot out an arm to shake Courtney's hand. "I'm an old friend of Derrick's... from college."

"Oh!" Courtney said cordially as she shook Randi's hand. "I'm Courtney. It's really lovely to meet you! Do you live around here? Derrick's never mentioned you before!"

"Well, we weren't really friends..." Randi responded, putting 'friends' in air quotes. "We were more like, acquaintances. We knew a lot of the same people and hung out at parties."

I stood there and hoped Courtney wouldn't ask any more questions. They exchanged small talk and pleasantries. Mentioned 'the kids' a few times. I smiled at both of them. I was worried that I was being obvious about hiding something from Courtney. But the truth is, Courtney was never one to be jealous or untrusting. She was a steady rock. And beautiful. Dirty blonde hair, smokey blue eyes, and a great body. She was an athlete in college, and kept up with running and playing sports even as she got older. I had no reason to be looking at any other woman. No reason to feel guilty. But that feeling was eating away at me. Guilt that I was betraying my wife by imagining myself with Randi. Guilt that I was trying to keep my ex from knowing too much about my wife. I hadn't done anything... yet.

But I could already feel the weight of bad decisions looming.

"Well, if you two want to catch up," Courtney smiled at Randi. Then turned to me, "I just wanted to tell you that I want to go next door to Nordstrom Rack. I couldn't find anything I wanted here." She tapped me on the chest and gave me a kiss on the lips. "Come find my in a little bit, or I'll call you when I'm done."

Courtney turned to Randi and smiled again "It was really good to meet you! I hope you don't mind me ducking out." She placed her hand back on my chest, "I rarely get the chance to just go off shopping on my own these days! I'm sure you understand!"

"Oh my gosh, I totally get it!" Randi smiled and looked at me. "My husband is watching Madeline... you should go! I'll take care of Derrick and send him to you in a bit!"

My heart skipped a beat. Courtney either didn't seem to catch it, or maybe she didn't care. But I knew Randi's sense of humor, and that was a clear signal.

Courtney left us. Alone. In the middle of the Target. As she walked away, Randi saddled up next to me, watching my wife walk towards the exit alongside me. That's when I felt her hand on mine, squeezing and stroking.

Before my wife made it through the doors, Randi cocked her head towards me and whispered "Any chance you'd be interested in trying to relive that mall experience from a few years ago?"

I turned my head to her. Our faces only a few inches apart. I could smell the coconut and vanilla again. I entwined my fingers in hers, hiding our hands between our bodies. My thumb rubbed along the top of her hand and squeezed.

Randi rubbed her breast against my arm, firm and ample. It took every ounce of energy not to reach up and squeeze her tits. "Fuck Randi," I whispered. "You have no idea how many times I've thought about you."

She smiled, deviously. "Look, my husband is an asshole. So I won't feel bad about this at all." Her face softened, "but Courtney seems really great - and I'd feel really bad about that. So I'm not going to be the one that pushes this."

That should have been it. I should have said goodbye, and followed my wife out the door. Walked over to Nordstrom Rack with her, and stood around as she tried on clothing like a good, honorable, and noble husband. That's what I should have done. And the thought ran through my head... more than once. I hadn't technically done anything wrong, yet. No damage. No harm.

I should have run the hell out of there.

But I didn't.

I stayed. Holding Randi's hand. Pressing the back of my hand against her hip and thigh. Standing close enough that I could feel her breath on my chin. I looked around. Nervously. Anxiously. Debating my next decision.

"Randi," I started. But nothing else followed. "I... "

I looked down at her eyes, her breathing was heavier. The top of her breasts rising and falling.

"Randi," I tried again. "I... want to." That's all I could get out. No 'but I can't' or 'I shouldn't' just that.

She turned, pressing her ass against me and pulling her cell phone from her purse. She furiously texted someone. I couldn't see what she wrote, or who it was to. I didn't care. My hands held her hips and pressed into the soft stretchy fabric, feeling her firm ass and thighs. When she was done, she turned back to face me. "I just bought us a little time with Jackie. My Tahoe is outside." She pressed her hand against my chest, just like Courtney had just done. "Look Derrick, this can just be our secret. I promise. I have no intention of ruining anything with you and your lovely wife." She dragged her hand down and pressed against my now hard crotch. "But I really miss you, and I'd love to feel this again."

With that, she turned on her heels and started walking towards the same exit that Courtney had walked through a few moments earlier. Before I knew it, I was following her outside. Past the registers, my eyes darting around, nervous that I'd be caught. But also intensely aware of the ass that swayed just a few steps ahead of me. Like a homesick puppy, I followed her out the sliding doors into the late afternoon sunshine.

I dropped my glasses from on top of my head and continued. Glancing around, towards the Nordstrom Rack building. Watching intently. I imagined Courtney standing near one of the windows, looking at jewelry or something, and seeing me following the shapely hips of the blonde woman she just met.

I hung my head lower and continued. Randi walked towards a row of vehicles in the opposite direction of the Rack. 'Thank god' I thought to myself. I ducked behind the first car in the row and caught up to her. "I'm kinda freaking out a little," I admitted to her.

She reached for my hand, and held it for a moment, squeezing it before letting it go. "I'll drive us somewhere out of the way, and we can just enjoy each other's company for a little bit, Okay?" She made it sound so casual. So non-chalant. There was nothing with two people spending a little time in a car together, alone. Right? Right!?

I tried justifying it, but I couldn't. I felt guilty. But that ass.

Randi reached into her purse and pulled out the key fob. A silver tahoe with tinted windows flashed it's lights, and I slipped into the passenger seat as quickly as I could. Both doors closed with a thud.

I looked over at Randi. She looked back at me. "You okay?" She asked.

"Yeah," I replied. "You?"

"Yeah." She beamed. A big smile came across her face and she leaned over. I leaned in and we kissed for the first time. My heart raced. It was a sweet and simple kiss. But it was officially over the line.

She started the car, pulled out of the spot, and started out of the lot. I reached for my phone, making sure I had bars in case Courtney called.

And then, I placed my hand on Randi's thigh. Resting it there, rubbing, higher and higher, until I had slipped it between her legs. Squeezing the squishy inner part of her thigh. Running my hand up, I could feel the intense heat of her sex. She moaned as I ran my fingers up and down, easily finding the slit of her pussy, and pressing against her clit.

"Oh my god, Derrick." She glanced over at me for a second with dreamy eyes. "You better stop, or I might just crash and get us both in a lot more trouble than either of us wants." She laughed. I pulled my hand back and continued rubbing her top of her leg.

Randi pulled around to a covered garage and circled her way up to one of the upper levels. The further we went the fewer cars we found. She pulled into a corner, away from lights. The only other car was at least 8 spots away. She turned off the engine, and cracked the windows open.

She leaned over the center console again, further this time. Her breasts were pressed together and bursting out of her tank top. I looked down and couldn't resist any longer. Placing both hands on her chest, I gently pressed them together and squeezed. "They've gotten bigger, huh?" She said proudly. "Do you like them?"

"Uh yeah... they feel great." I looked up and made eye contact. I leaned forward and kissed her. Less sweetly this time. My tongue pressing against her lips as she opened her mouth and invited me in. Her soft wet tongue lapped at mine. Our lips smacking as we exchanged saliva. I wanted to devour her. I kissed her cheek and made my way to her neck. I remembered how much she loved when I kissed her there.

"Oh god Derrick," she sighed as my mouth nipped and sucked gently on her skin, "I've missed you so much." She grabbed a handful of my hair and pulled me against her neck. I continued kneading and groping her breasts, making my way into her shirt. Her nipples had hardened as I rolled and gently played with them.

"Fuck Randi," I gasped between kisses and breaths. "I've missed you too." We continued to kiss and grope each other until Randi pulled away.

"Listen, we don't have much time, and I really want to fuck you. So let's get in the back and do this!" She smiled. One of the things I loved about Randi was how much fun we had together. How she made sex fun. She bounced out of the front seat into the back. I knew I couldn't squeeze my way into the back, so I opened the door and stepped outside. I was suddenly very aware of my hard cock making a very clear indentation in my shorts. I quickly closed the front door, opened the back, and hopped back in. Randi was already moving the booster seat into the way back.

"For having a four-year old, your back seat is pretty clean," I chuckled. Randi giggled, but quickly pounced on me. She was a woman on a mission, and I wasn't about to stop her. We continued where we left off, kissing and groping. She reached for my shorts, unbuckling them and making short work of pulling them and my boxers down. My cock sprung out and she immediately knelt on the floor and took me into her warm mouth. Her tongue circled around the head a few times, and then she lowered her head, taking me further in. Her lips tightly wrapped around my shaft, as her fingers played with my balls. "Oh fuck Randi, that feels so good." I moaned.