It had been seven years since I had seen Jeremy, who had long been my ex-husband Donald’s best friend.

Since then we had both been divorced from our respective spouses, and Jeremy, a career Navy officer, had volunteered for a tour of duty overseas. Now after all this time we had found ourselves temporarily in the same city, and had made plans to get together for dinner.

It was an emotional moment for both of us when I met him by arrangement in the lobby of my hotel. After our initial hugs and breathless greetings, he took me to a nice quiet place for dinner and a couple of pleasant hours of wine and conversation.

It was not quite 10 o’clock when he saw me back to the hotel, and delivered me up to the door of my room, where I invited him in for a nightcap. Jeremy smiled at me, a bit awkwardly. “I’d better not, Tina,” he said. “I don’t believe I’d be able to control myself if I was alone in a hotel room with you.”

I smiled back at him. “I take that as a compliment, Jeremy,” I told him. “And I want you to know I’m quite attracted to you, and I think Donald — if he had any say in the matter, which he no longer does — would approve of us being together.”

He bent his face to mine then, and our lips met in a searing kiss that sent flashes of desire through my loins, causing my panties to become very wet. When it ended I fumbled with the key card trying to open the door, and Jeremy had to do it for me. Once in the room, I turned to him, saying, “Let’s put off that nightcap for a little while, okay? I can think of something I’d much rather do right now.”

Once again we went into a passionate embrace, each of us groping at the other’s clothing. When we were both down to our underwear I stepped back and reached behind me to release my bra. As I bared my full, firm tits to him, I could not help recalling how he had never been able to keep from undressing them with his eyes in all the years I’d known him, even in Donald’s presence.

He reached for them quickly and held them reverently in the palms of his hands as he husked, “My God, Tina, they are lovelier than I dreamed. I never thought I’d ever see your breasts, let alone hold them in my hands.”

“I’m glad you like them, Jeremy,” I told him. “They were Donald’s second favorite part of my body. I’ll let you guess what the first part was.” I then helped him tug his undershirt off over his head, revealing his great muscular chest, covered with dark brown curly hair. I ran my fingers through that hair while his traced circles around my swollen nipples. I looked into his eyes as I reached down to grasp the big bulge in his boxers. “This is my favorite part of a man,” I murmured. “And I’m delighted to discover you are so magnificently endowed. May I suck your cock, Jeremy?”

“Oh my God, that would be another dream come true, pretty lady,” Jeremy replied.

I sank to my knees on the soft carpet, drawing his boxers down to his ankles as I did so. There it was — eight inches of extra-thick hard cock throbbing with pent-up lust, standing straight up from his swollen testicles. I licked his nuts, then up the shaft and around the rim below his huge cockhead. I could hear him breathing heavily. I then asked him to sit on the bed so I could blow him and swallow his sweet creamy come. When he did, I opened my mouth as wide as possible to take the glans and about three inches of the shaft into my mouth. I slowly began to bob my head, taking a little bit more of his dick with each movement, being very careful not to scrape him with my teeth. I concentrated on relaxing my throat, and soon had his entire cock down my gullet. (I owe my talent for deep-throating to my first lover, who taught me many useful tricks. Every man I’ve ever blown has been surprised at my ability to practically swallow him whole.)

Jeremy lasted longer than most men, enjoying my talented mouth for about five minutes before I felt him throb strongly as his orgasm hit, and spurt after spurt of hot bittersweet semen coated my throat before filling my mouth and overflowing, though I tried desperately to swallow every drop. I then eagerly licked up as much of the escaped semen as I could, while my new lover lay back across the bed, gasping to catch his breath.

I continued to lick and suck gently on his shrinking unit until it was completely flaccid, before kissing and licking my way up to his neck and ears. My soaked panties left a trail of liquid along his thigh as I crawled up his body. I pressed my lips to his for a long open-mouth tongue-twisting kiss that brought renewed life to his lovely penis, and I soon felt his revived erection pressing against my tummy.

When our lips parted he whispered, “You are an amazing woman, Tina, and now it is my turn to give you pleasure. May I remove your pretty panties so I can eat your sweet little pussy?”

“Oh yes, please do!” I panted as he rolled me onto my back and knelt between my legs. As he reached to tug the panties down, I raised my hips to make it easier for him. His eyes were locked on my crotch as he got his first glimpse of another part of me that he had wanted to see for many years. The expression on his face told me that he wasn’t disappointed. He seemed to be in a trance as he lowered his handsome face to plaster it against the fragrant folds of my steaming pussy.

I moaned as I felt just the tip of his hot tongue slide over my fleshy labia and my clit, teasing me that way for several long minutes before he began enthusiastically to give me the best head I could remember. I was soon soaring high as one orgasm after another erupted like a string of volcanos, releasing the hot lava of my juices to drench my lover’s face.

My clit becomes oversensitive if it is stimulated too much; so I forced myself to push Jeremy’s head away before that could happen, as my cunt was just screaming to be fucked. He looked up at me as though he thought he had hurt me, but he broke into a broad smile when I moaned out, “Fuck me, Jeremy, please fuck me! I want your beautiful cock in my cunt right now!”

He loomed above me as if suspended in the air for a moment before I felt the blunt head of his cock part my splayed labia, finding my entrance with pinpoint accuracy. He slid into me slowly, both of us savoring that magical feeling of being joined as one for the very first time. When he was completely buried, with his hot nuts pressing against my puckered asshole, he remained still as long as he could, whispering, “It seems as though I’ve waited a lifetime for this moment, and I never want it to end. But we both knew that I’m not going to be able to restrain myself much longer.”

“It’s all right,” I told him, wrapping my legs around his body. “Don’t hold back, just let it happen, because I intend to screw you as often as I can while we are here together.”

He kissed me tenderly, then cupped the cheeks of my ass in his large hands and began giving me one of the most outstanding fucks of my life. It was 10 minutes of straight missionary sex but his solid eight inches fit my cunt like a machined piston, hitting all the right places, which brought me to a monstrous, explosive orgasm just as he reached his own peak, both of us collapsing into a pile of fucked and quivering flesh.

We must have lain there for another 10 minutes before finally untangling ourselves, after which we cuddled up and just talked quietly for awhile. When eventually Jeremy asked if I would like to try that again, I replied that I would love to, which was true. This time he asked me to straddle him, so that I wouldn’t have to bear his weight, and so that he could fondle and play with my tits as we did it.

What transpired over the next 45 minutes was as close to making love, as opposed to pure sex, as I had ever gotten with any man, except for Donald in the early days of our marriage, and God knows I’d had a lot of sex partners, before and since. As far as Jeremy knew, however, I had always been faithful to my husband, and I didn’t want to disillusion him.

]Jeremy and I spent the rest of his leave together, fucking up a storm as often as we could. Near the end, he told me that he could easily fall in love with me. Rather regretfully, I told him that I thought we should just be fuck buddies for as long as we desired each other. I made up some reasons, but the truth was that I knew Jeremy was a one-man woman, and would demand the same faithfulness from his lover; whereas I could never be satisfied with just one man for any length of time.

I didn’t see Jeremy for nearly a year after that, but when he returned from his next tour he came back to our old home town for a visit. The sex was just as intense as before, and we even added a new wrinkle or two.

One night, as we were fucking, Jeremy asked me if I had ever had anal sex. I said no, just to give him the pleasure of supposedly introducing me to this new delight, though the fact was that I had lost my anal cherry many years before.

Things were going great, but then my natural sluttiness managed to screw things up. Jeremy arrived at my house unexpectedly one day, and saw me screwing a young, black, hugely hung delivery man on the floor in front of the open front door. He simply dropped the flowers he had brought for me on the porch, then walked away without a word, and I never saw him again. Oh well.