The Reunion: a story of a sex afternoon.

The phone is ringing again. I am absolutely sure it's him, wanting to coordinate to meet up and talk about some work excuse, but I feel like it's not possible just to talk after everything we've lived through together. I'm going to my study and keep working without giving the call any importance, I don't want to answer, our situation is very different now from what it was when we loved each other. I've been happily married for a few years and never cheated on my husband, nor do I think about doing so. On the other hand, maybe it's true that he only wants to talk to me about work topics, maybe time has changed him just like it has changed me, a lot of time has passed and we're no longer kids, he probably also has a serious relationship in his life now. Relieved with these last thoughts I decide to answer the phone finally. -Hello, who is it? -Hello Ayesha, how are you after so long? It's me, Marcos. -How are you, Marcos! Everything's fine, thank God, and you? Tell me about the work topic you mentioned in your email. -Everything's fine here, the work is a project in Rosario that I'm having trouble finishing with my people and I thought you might be interested. -Yes, it seems interesting. -Well, then let's meet up to discuss the details. -Okay, perfect, where shall we meet? -Come to my apartment tomorrow afternoon since they're remodeling my office. -Mmmm...At your apartment? Can't we meet somewhere else? -After all these years I suppose you won't be afraid of me anymore, right? Don't be silly, we'll just talk about work, it's a short meeting and if I had my office ready we'd see each other there. -Okay, let's meet up tomorrow at 3 pm. -Alright, that's fine. The call finally ended and on one hand I'm feeling more relaxed thinking that it really is just a work topic, but on the other I'm already getting anxious because I don't want to go to his apartment, it's the same place where we used to live together and it brings back many memories, some good and others not so much. On Tuesday at noon I start thinking what to wear, and similar feelings like Those forgotten ones return to resurge after many years. I want to be beautiful, I want him to see that the time we didn't see each other did me well and I'm at my best moment. I put on a tube dress in black, a white silk blouse, and high-heeled black shoes. I leave my long brown hair loose, take my suitcase, and go to his apartment. When I arrive, I knock timidly on the door and hear his voice talking on the phone; he opens the door with a smile and gestures for me to come in while continuing the phone conversation. Once he hangs up, we greet each other cordially, it's a little strange to see him again since he looks almost the same as before, time seems to have passed him by. I sit down on the living room sofa and ask him to tell me more about Rosario's work, while looking at him disconnect the phone. He doesn't respond. He sits next to me and I realize everything; I'm a fool for falling into such a stupid trap. He tells me I'm beautiful and that he's dying to see me again, but if he told the truth, I would never have come, and it's true I wouldn't have. I get up to leave, Marcos takes me in his strong arms, sits me back down, and gives me a kiss on the lips. Thinking about how much I suffered, how much it cost me to forget those lips and now this, my mind wanted to leave that place already but my body felt intensely attracted to Marcos and wanted to relive the past moments with him. He started kissing me softly on the more sensitive side of my neck, I forgot about my husband, Rosario's work, and was transported back to our first time together many years ago. He unbuttoned my blouse, took off my bra, and introduced one of my breasts into his mouth while gently massaging the other; his tongue ran over every inch of my chest and stopped at my erect nipple that demanded attention, then he went into the mouth with my other breast, just like I liked his way of sucking my tits! He continued kissing my stomach, navel, and waist, I knew where he wanted to go and I desired it too. Slowly lifted my skirt, sat on the floor, separated my legs, and started licking the inside of my thighs, groin, passing his tongue over my thong that was already very wet at that height, took his time devouring those parts and rubbing my sex as if by chance knowing that in this way I desired more and more to finally reach my hot pussy. He removed my thong and started avidly licking the lips of my anxious pussy, my clitoris, he penetrated me with that lascivious and wet tongue, I couldn't take it anymore and started desiring desperately, introduced two fingers into my sex and began to make me come until I trembled with desire. He realized I was about to cum and accelerated his movements, ended in a deep moan while my pussy contracted on his fingers, he took the fingers soaked with my juices to his mouth and sucked them with devotion. My orgasm seemed to have excited him quite a bit because he threw me onto the couch, unbuttoned his pants and began to play with the head of his cock at the entrance of my pussy. His cock was hard and swollen, I couldn't wait to feel it inside me. He separated my legs a little and introduced that huge piece easily thanks to how wet my pussy was. I remembered his cock and how well he used to put it in me, it seemed like it had been made exactly for me since it entered just right and rubbed all my sensitive spots. Marcos began to thrust into me more and more strongly and after a few minutes I couldn't take it anymore, felt like I was going to explode with pleasure, clung to his buttocks to feel the full magnitude of his member inside me and gently bit his shoulders to contain the deep moans that burst from my being, whispered in his ear that his cock drove me crazy and that I was about to cum and so it was, ended in an explosive orgasm like nobody had made me do for a long time. To feel. I knew what he wanted, what he always wanted, so I settled in and offered him my hard bum asking him to fill it with cum. He couldn't believe it and immediately pulled out his member soaked in my nectar and introduced it very slowly into my tiny virgin ass, which really hurt a lot but soon I started enjoying it a bit more than the pain did. He was out of control, my tiny ass was driving him crazy and very soon he came to climax with a muffled shout. I went to the bathroom to tidy up a bit, we rearranged our clothes and began kissing each other like in old times, with long and deep kisses full of passion. A little while later I noticed his member was erect again, which gave me permission to start playing just like he did, unbuttoned his shirt and kissed his neck, sucked his nipples, chest, stomach. I sat on the floor, brought my hands to his crotch and unbuttoned his pants freeing his impressive cock. I put his penis head in my mouth and licked it with my tongue, remembered the taste of his cock and how much I liked sucking it. I started licking the whole shaft and got him all the way into my mouth as far as I could, knew he was enjoying himself because he started to moan and sigh slowly. I enjoyed that blowjob a lot, every now and then stopped for a second to lick it in detail all over his head. Marcos' breathing was getting shorter and I felt like he was about to cum, opened my blouse so I wanted him to finish on my breasts and he did with a strong sigh, could feel the warm cum flowing down my chest. At that moment we knew it had been the best sex of our lives and we told each other so, much better than when we were together and much better than what we had with our current partners. Marcos asked me to please stay, to spend the night with him but both of us knew I couldn't, had to go back home. Before leaving he begged me to see each other again, that he couldn't leave it like this, but I wasn't sure because no matter how it had been the best afternoon of my life, I knew it was a mistake and I would have to deal with it. I returned home a little later than usual and my husband was waiting for me with food, as if it were just any ordinary day and without knowing what had happened, guilt was eating away at my soul...