This story may or may not be true. Either way, the names were changed to protect the guilty.
It's been 15 years since we split. Both of us remarried and after a few years of some serious awkwardness, we smoked the peace pipe. I forgave her for her indiscretions, and she forgave me for taking her for granted. Sandra is tall & slim, her breasts are round and do not sag a bit. She is a beautiful woman, her dark hair is straight, but when she curls it, I still can't keep my eyes off of her at family functions.
My biggest problem the dreams. I have full on, in living color, the most erotic dreams about her. It's so bad, that when they wake me up, I absolutely have to finish myself. So what did I do? Yep, I told her about the dreams. It became an ongoing topic, because I kept having them....they turned me into putty in her hands, worse than before. Then came the fish or cut bait question from her...."What do you want to do about it?". The question just hung there in the air, drifting, shimmering, floating...and oh. so. erotic. I panicked and said I had to go, hanging up the phone. What the hell was I doing, both of us are happily married....we have moved on, why were we contemplating going backwards?
I knew I was risking a shit ton....but I was being pulled into a vortex of eroticism & desire... the forbidden fruit.
For months I fought thoughts, thoughts of how to pull it off and not get caught. My cock was hard, or half erect......ALL THE TIME! My wife took notice and became the object of my sexual wantonness....we fucked constantly, but it was never enough for me. One night, I came inside of her once, then two more times on her. She was so tired she passed out with my cum all over her belly. Before I fell asleep I made trails in it with my finger just imagining it was Sandra's cum soaked tan skin.