When my former long-term girlfriend resurfaced unexpectedly in my life, I didn’t tell my wife about it. At least, not right away.

Brianna had been The Great Love of my youth. We’d gotten together in our young 20s, and stayed as thick as thieves for three solid years. We lived together, we loved each other, and we screwed night and day with youthful exuberance. Brianna was a beautiful Irish lass, with freckled skin, red hair, and a bowstring-taut body of unbelievable suppleness and energy. She was the kind of girlfriend I’d always dreamed about, and she fulfilled every last one of my fantasies.

But despite all the love and scorching mutual attraction, the relationship had eventually gone awry. I could see it in perspective now. It had been a white-hot romp, where I’d learned how to love someone seriously. Brianna had helped me grow into an adult, ready for a real commitment.

I had made that commitment to Jacey, my wife of seven years now. She was a beautiful woman — beautiful of body, beautiful of mind. Her skin was as dusky as Brianna’s had been pale. She was an accomplished individual, with a serious career. She was also warm, tender and mind-bogglingly sexy. I loved her through and through, and had never given thought to cheating on her.

Jacey was everything the grownup me wanted in a companion and lover. But Brianna had been everything the younger me had once desired and cherished. And now here she was, popping up in my current cozy life.

I installed data security systems for financial firms. An assignment sent me up one of those big black towers downtown, and there I was met by Brianna. Brianna. After almost a decade, here she was, evidently my designated consultant with this firm.

We gaped at each other as mutual recognition set in.

“Finn! No way!”

“Brianna! I can’t believe it!”

We embraced ardently, and the years fell away for me. It was suddenly easy to remember being a 20-something, in love, optimistic, endlessly horny.

When the sight and touch of my former lover started to stir my cock in my slacks, I hurriedly backed off, feeling shock and shame.

“Uh, I’m married,” I said lamely.

She still had a gorgeous smile. “I saw the ring. Congratulations.”

After that we got down to the installment job at hand, which was what I was being paid for. But we promised to meet up for a drink the next night. She had said she wasn’t married.

I had every intention of telling Jacey about it when I got home, but she had a case going to trial and was exhausted and preoccupied, so I let it go. She didn’t need to hear my trivia. So I’d run into an old friend today? So what?

But I was bullshitting myself, and thereby coming as close to cheating on my wife as I ever had. Because of course I still thought of Brianna in a sexual way. I was no longer in love with her, but 10 years had done nothing to lessen her taut physique or erase an iota of loveliness from her freckly features. My being, on some level, was still hardwired to respond to her very enticing physicality.

That night I dreamed about her. A man can’t be held responsible for what he dreams, can he? My brain cooked up a wild replay of one of the hottest, most memorable sexual episodes between Brianna and me.

We’d put together enough money to go on an actual vacation together, staying at a beachside resort. It was a flashy place, with comfortable rooms and a friendly staff, but it was also kind of stuffy there. We both felt like a tired old couple going through the motions. We were too young for this, we’d decided.

So we took off a day early and drove to a secluded stretch of beach and pitched a tent.

I remembered anticipating making love to Brianna that night. We were inside the tent, with the murmur of the waves audible. A single candle burned. I was already undressed, my cock fiercely hard. She unzipped the sleeveless top she wore, and I gazed rapturously at her fantastically firm breasts, pale mounds capped with rosy nipples. She shimmied out of her shorts, grinning at me. Every cell of my body wanted me to go to her, to take her in my arms, to press our bare flesh together.

But before I could move, she suddenly laughed and ducked out through the tent’s flap. I nearly knocked the candle over pouncing after her. Outside, the salty breeze blew. The ocean rumbled. The moon was out, and I saw her prancing toward the water, a ravishing shape.

I ran after her and caught up at the waterline. Her feet squelched in the wet sand. Foam splattered up around her toned calves. I thought I’d never seen anything so exquisite as her naked moonlit body. But I hadn’t come to study her. I strode to her, took her into an embrace, and mashed my mouth down onto hers.

She answered my kiss, and our young taut bodies ground together. I seized her scrumptious ass and squeezed. She did the same to me. My cock throbbed against her belly. She reached between us and started jerking my meat. I snaked a hand down into the sweet valley of her ass and fingered her pussy from behind.

I heard her groan above the thunder of the waves. We were a dozen yards from the tent, both of us naked. I was aware of how exposed we were. This wasn’t a private beach. No saying if any eyes were out there in the darkness, enjoying our sexual spectacle. The warm breeze caressed us. The incoming waves splashed around our feet. Flecks of white dotted her lovely body. Her red hair looked like flames in the moonlight.

“I delighted in the sight of her lapping and nibbling on Brianna’s sweet slit.”

We did it standing up in the surf. I planted my feet. She stood with legs spread and braced. I held her around her slim waist and slotted my aching cock up into her waiting wet pussy. She clutched my shoulders and moaned against my throat.

As I thrust up into her, she ground down onto me. This was no safe, staid resort fuck in our room. This was wild exhilaration expressing our vital and reckless need for each other. In that moment I loved that woman with all my heart and body.

She jumped up into my arms, cinching her legs around my hips. She bucked crazily, and those movements set me off. I unloaded my spunk up into her as she cried out, her voice echoing down the sandy stretch. Pleasure careened through me until I lost my footing and we both dropped into the shallow water, laughing blissfully.

I woke up panting, my whole body humming. It took me a moment to realize I’d actually come from my dream, just like an overexcited teen. I started to reach for a tissue to wipe myself off and heard Jacey next to me in the bed say, “Reliving old times, babe?”

I froze. All I managed to say was, “Uh… ”

Jacey rose onto an elbow. “You said her name, like, five times. Brianna.”

“Uh… ” I felt guilty and embarrassed, with my cream still on my belly.

She chuckled. She reached over and ran a fingertip through my semen, lifting it to her mouth for a taste. “What brought this on?”

I had no chance against her lawyerly shrewdness. I told her about seeing Brianna earlier and our plans for a drink together. She knew who Brianna had been in my life.

Jacey was still teasingly licking up strings of my come, which was making my cock stir anew and stiffen. She said, “I’ll bet you want to fuck her again.” But there was no jealousy in her tone. As she threw back the rest of the covers and climbed on top of me, fitting her pussy onto my rejuvenated cock, she added, “I’m curious about her. Tell you what, Finn. If you can seduce her before I can, you can fuck her to your heart’s content.”

I was speechless as she bucked up and down on my hard cock, writhing with orgasmic rapture. Maybe I had talked once too often about Brianna over the years. Maybe Jacey actually was a tiny bit jealous. As I thrust up into her and moments later felt my balls clench as I shot off a second time, it occurred to me that my wife had explicitly threatened to cheat on me — unless I beat her to it.

For a very brief while I thought about actually trying to compete in this contest Jacey had proposed. Then sanity set in, and I realized that in a perverse way my wife had more of a claim on Brianna than I did.

Why? Because Brianna had already taken up a certain amount of emotional space in my life, and that had edged out Jacey ever so slightly. It wasn’t anybody’s fault. We all have pasts. But if Jacey got a piece of the woman who still haunted memories of my youth, then I felt the scales of our marriage would balance better.

So I called Brianna and said I couldn’t make it for our drink. Then I stepped back and let Jacey do her thing.

When we’d first met, Jacey had come after me aggressively. I’d thought her high-profile attorney job put her out of my league, but she was having none of that. She fairly cornered me, and I agreed to a date that turned out to be among the best nights of my life. Here was a driven, sexy woman, confident, wholly adult, who wanted me. A year later we had married.

Now Jacey focused her campaign on Brianna. I merely watched from the sidelines, pretending I was still in the game. My wife contacted my ex-girlfriend’s financial firm on some legal pretext and arranged a business dinner for the two of them. Apparently, they hit it off. I didn’t even ask if Jacey had revealed to Brianna that she was married to me. They were scheduled for a more intimate date the following night. I figured Jacey would bring Brianna back here, so I excused myself from the premises.

She gave me a knowing look as I was going out the door, and said, “I know you haven’t been trying, Finn. Sneak back around nine… if you want to.” So shrewd.

I killed time, with visions of Jacey and Brianna now dancing in my head. At nine, I went back to our house. There were two cars already in the driveway. With my heart stuttering in my chest, I crept upstairs. The bedroom door was open, the lights on.

I had timed it just right. Or, more likely, Jacey had timed it for me. I stayed out in the dim hallway and watched the two women in the act of undressing one another. It seemed a curiously tender deed, the way their fingers easily worked hidden zippers and snaps.

“As they writhed, I saw them bring each other to a mutual crest of ecstasy.”

Brianna’s bare breasts came into view as her bra was discarded. Her tits were as firm as ever. She put a hand to Jacey’s duskier globes, topped with chocolatey nipples, even as Jacey finished stepping out of her lacy panties.

She set her hands on Brianna’s ivory mounds, caressing her flesh. I heard Brianna’s purring sigh, and my cock responded like I was in the room with them. My wife and ex-lover groped each other’s tits, standing naked at the foot of the bed.

Their mouths came together in a slow smoldering kiss. Brianna’s cascade of red locks spilled over her pale shoulders, while Jacey’s more conservative halo of dark kinks framed her lovely face. I saw their tongues flash against each other, their bodies pressing tightly together, grinding on one another.

There was no way I could keep my cock in my pants. I fumbled it free and immediately started pulling on my straining rod. The sight of those two woman — both so meaningful to me in their different ways — enflamed my senses and nearly brought my blood to a boil.

They moved by silent mutual assent to the bed, their limbs graceful, their continuing caresses gentle. They lay down, but I still had a good angle of view. Coins jingled in my pocket as I jerked more on my staff, so I got out of my shoes and slacks. I was overheating in my shirt and flung that off, too, and then stood naked in the hallway, watching my wife cheat on me with my onetime love.

Jacey pushed Brianna firmly onto her back. She hovered over the pale-skinned woman a moment, with a wolfish grin, then bent and started kissing her way down Brianna’s throat. She reached the other woman’s breasts, and paused to nibble those succulent rosy nipples before proceeding further south.

By the time Jacey was at her navel, Brianna had her legs eagerly spread. I saw the shock of red pubic hair above her gleaming pussy. She reached down and helpfully parted her lips with two fingers. I remembered her doing that for me years ago, and like me, Jacey took the opportunity to plunge her tongue deep inside this gorgeous woman.

Brianna cried out. Jacey had sucked me off countless times and I knew she had a talented mouth, but I’d never seen her apply her oral skills to another female. Hell, until recently I’d only suspected my wife had sexual tendencies that ran both ways.

Now I delighted in the sight of her lapping and nibbling on Brianna’s sweet slit. Brianna’s supple body writhed. She thrust her hips upward, and Jacey continued to drill her mercilessly with her nimble tongue.

I knew what Brianna looked like when she came. It was just like what I saw in the old days, a final glorious convulsion, accompanied by a cry to wake the dead. At last her ass settled back onto the bed, and Jacey rose with a shiny smile on her face.

If Jacey thought she had sapped Brianna’s energy, she had another thing coming. Even though I anticipated something like it, I was still surprised when Brianna sprang up, seized Jacey’s hips, and flipped her facedown on the bed. She then squirmed between Jacey’s legs from behind and spread the halves of her taut ass with her fingertips.

I gasped as Brianna slavered her tongue over my wife’s asshole. Jacey gasped, too. Actually she yelped, a happy surprised sound. I watched Brianna’s freckled face move up and down, laving Jacey’s crack. Red hair clung in sweaty strands to her forehead. Her back undulated as she feasted on the dark jewel of Jacey’s butthole. Her tongue stabbed deep.

Jacey thrashed, both hands out and clawing at our bed’s coverlet. I knew how much Jacey liked ass action, and I imagined Brianna was figuring it out as well right now. She kept up the intense rimming, until Jacey lifted her head and howled. Beautiful.

Meanwhile, I stood out there and pumped my cock, delirious with what I was seeing and with the fact — echoing distantly in my head — that I had known both these fabulous women so intimately. I had always thought that if Jacey ever cheated on me, I would be devastated. That was not the case tonight.

The two of them shifted again, with that same cooperative grace, and settled into a perfect and inevitable 69. They did it side-by-side, and to my dazed eyes they seemed to form an exquisite yin and yang. The black and white symbol of balance. With their bodies reversed and their mouths each atop the other’s pussy, I felt the serenity of the carnal universe whir within me.

As they writhed and wriggled together, licking and slurping, I saw them bring each other to a mutual crest of unbridled ecstasy. Their beautiful bodies bucked and twisted. Almost as an afterthought I shot my load along with them, speckling the hallway carpet. I felt delirious.

Yet I retained enough awareness to recognize my name when it was called. “Finn? Finn, we know you’re out there. Why don’t you come and join us?”

I moved forward on numb feet, a crazy grin splitting my face. I realized halfway to the bedroom that I didn’t know which woman had just spoken to me.

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