It had been years since I'd been back to my home town.
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She took me completely by surprise. As I strolled through the supermarket gathering the few items I would need for my brief stay, the voice came from behind me as if through a dream. I recognized it immediately, having heard it playing over in my mind for years. "What's a nice guy like you doing in a place like this." Chuckling lightly, I twisted to peer over my shoulder, catching Shari in my gaze for the first time in an eternity. Years of family life had been very kind to her, her warm smile and twinkling eyes softening my memories of her as an intensely passionate woman. Turning further, I then caught sight of her husband Fred following close behind her.
While I didn't hold any grudge against Fred, he had always personified a feeling of regret for me. I had been the one to leave town for my dreams. He had stayed behind and married the real dream. Our breakup had been amicable; she understood my wanderlust. It was just times like these where I'd see her, and he would always be nearby, giving me that grin. I never understood her attraction to him, his slight build completely contributed to what I had decided was a fairly active Napoleon complex. From my suspicious eyes, it seemed like everything in their relationship was all about him, never about her. Of course, I shouldn't criticize too deeply. I ran away. They got married and seem to be going the distance.
After a bit of small talk in the soup aisle, I found myself getting directions to their house and promising to be over that night for dinner. Cursing myself as I picked up a bottle of cabernet for the evening, I left the store, my mood beginning to match the darkening skies.
***
What the hell, I thought as I rang the bell. Fred opened the door with a look of concern, pulling me in with a handshake. Drenched with rain, I absentmindedly began to try to repair my wind-blown umbrella as he watched with slight amusement. After getting it back together, I cast a slightly embarrassed look in his direction and set my umbrella down.
Shari came around the corner, looking more dazzling than I could ever remember. A far cry from the jeans and sweatshirt she had worn when I'd seen her at the market, she now wore a tempting black evening gown. While I wouldn't describe it as slinky, it definitely fit her curves extremely well. The material clung to the swell of her hips as though it was a second skin, shimmering with her every move. The upper portion clung to her large breasts jealously, almost begrudgingly exposing her bountiful cleavage to the world. "Goodness, what a sight you are," she exclaimed as she shifted her gaze from me to my useless umbrella. Likewise, I thought as she invited me further into the house. After ushering us both into the living room, Shari took the bottle from me to get both Fred and I glasses of wine.
The wine and small talk with the two of them couldn't distract me from the pangs of regret I felt for ever losing Shari. It had been my own fault, insisting on chasing all of my dreams to faraway places. She had been my anchor at home, finally giving up on me and settling down into a calm marriage. I couldn't blame her, and was even able to attend the wedding. Fred had always known of my relationship with Shari and seemed to enjoy taunting me with the fact that she had married him and not me. For myself, I knew that she was a sacrifice that I had to make those many years ago. I felt like she was better off without me. I wondered if she felt the same way.
Knowing that I was only here for dinner, I curtailed my alcohol consumption, but Fred kept at it, finishing the bottle on his own and then starting a new one. Before the meal was over, Fred had a bit of a glassy expression on his face as he continued to try to maintain conversation. Before long, we had retired to the living room once more and Fred was snoring on the couch, still holding his glass.
As soon as it was clear that Fred was not going to move, Shari quietly stood up and beckoned for me to follow her. I still wasn't convinced I knew what she was doing, so I cautiously followed her into a very small laundry room on the other side of the house.
With a cautious glance behind her, she pushed me into the room and embraced me in a furious kiss. After several minutes of oral wrestling, Shari pushed me away with a serious look on her face. "I just want you to know that I love Fred dearly. He and I have built a beautiful life together, but I have never had the same sexual spark with him that I have with you. He just doesn't do the things to me that I need..." her words trailed off as her lips touched mine once again. I allowed my hands to explore her once familiar body as her kiss grew more serious. She then began to slide down my body until she was on her knees, her beautiful face only inches away from my zipper. "Let's see if you're still as healthy as I remember you," she said as she pulled my growing cock loose from my pants.
I closed my eyes as I first felt her tongue touch the tip. I had been there before, many years ago, but it felt like new territory as she tenderly toyed with me. Her fingers began to gently massage my thighs, inching closer to my more sensitive areas. Feeling a slightly different sensation, I opened my eyes to see Shari's tongue stabbing at the end of my cock, as if she could push it into me. One hand gripped my member to steady it as she began this new exploration. I once again closed my eyes and leaned my head back, surrendering myself momentarily to her will. Although in fact her tongue could only penetrate me there by a few millimeters I had never before felt this type of contact and delighted in it.
Ever the considerate and talented fellatio artist, Shari pushed one final time against the hole with her tongue and then sucked my entire cock deep into her mouth. This familiar sensation I remembered well from her. I opened my eyes to admire her from above. I had seen it dozens of times; the entire length of my shaft would disappear into her mouth until I felt her nose touch my skin. She would pause for a moment before pulling back, exposing my now slippery cock to the air before swallowing it again.
It's very easy to lose your mind when you're with a woman like this. To feel her pulling at you from the core. To have a slight sensation of weightlessness as she gently milks your soul from you in such a loving manner.
I opened my eyes to see Fred standing meekly in the doorway. The look of shock on his face at the sight of his lovely wife on her knees before me should have made me pause, but the obvious bulge in his pants betrayed his true state of mind. Feeling empowered, I merely leaned a little further back for a moment savoring the magic that Shari was bestowing upon me. Opening my eyes once again, I looked at him and saw him staring directly towards my crotch, which was obscured from his view by the back of Shari's head. After a few moments, he broke his attention away from that scene as his gaze traveled up to meet my eyes. I continued what must have been a cold stare for him until he looked back down again in shame. Triumphantly, I continued the stare, running my hands through Shari's hair, beginning to guide her slightly.
I'm not sure what exactly caught her attention, but she suddenly stopped and turned away from me to see him standing there. The look on her face was simply amazing to me. At first she wore shock.. Perhaps the same shock that I initially had on my face. In an instant, however, as she realized that Fred was not going to try to rescue her from my clutches, her expression changed to one of anger. Without a word or second thought, Shari turned her attention once again to my cock. After giving it a briefly teasing lick at the top, she swallowed the entire length in one motion and began to bob aggressively.
Now I would consider myself a fairly worldly man, having experienced my share of sexual gratification, but even I have to admit that this was a new dynamic for me. While it's true that I'd bedded a few women that I probably shouldn't have, I had never done so with their partner in the room, much less seemingly enjoying the act. Feeling a surge of courage and wanting to push things a bit, I looked over to Fred who had dropped his pants. He had started stroking his cock, which I happily noted was quite a bit smaller than my own.
"You know what to do," was all I said. Fred paused for a moment, and then as though he was a marionette, he let go of his cock and moved towards Shari. She continued to work on my cock, attempting to cooperate with him as he worked to free her body from the tightly fitting ensemble that she still wore. With very few interruptions to her skillful treatment of my manhood, Shari was soon completely and gloriously nude.
It had been years since I had seen them, but I had not forgotten exactly how perfect her breasts were. As befitting the magical creature that she truly was, it seemed as though gravity had not yet found Shari's tits. Full and round, Shari's large breasts sat fairly high on her chest, peaked by perfectly perky pink nipples. I took just a moment to try to enjoy the view of her treasures, looking past the spectacular blowjob that she was continuing to give me.
