You never expect the “one who got away” to come back.

I’d had a wicked crush on Matt, who’d lived next door. We were both just starting our adult lives, and I finally got up the nerve to blurt out my feelings for him. He gently took my hand, told me he liked me, too, but said he was going off to college and didn’t think long-distance romances ever ended well.

I went home with a pain in my heart and an ache in my pussy. In the end, I suppose it was kind of comical. Young love is like that — especially the unfulfilled sort. In retrospect, I realized I should have just jumped his bones that night, even knowing it might be the one and only time for us. At least I would have that single fine fuck to remember him by.

Then, many years later, I learned he was coming back home. He would be living in the house next door again. His parents had left him the place, just like mine had with me.

Feelings for my old crush flared up in me once more, hot and needy. I felt like a girl again, even though I was much more sophisticated and worldly than I’d been back then. I had a career and the pick of just about any guy I wanted.

But part of me still wanted Matt.

Matt, however, didn’t come back alone. Matt had gotten married, and he brought his new bride to their new home, to live happily ever after, apparently.

After I heard about his wife from the neighborhood gossip, I went over with a welcome-wagon pie anyway. Of course, what I really wanted to do was to present Matt with my pie. I wanted to ride his, no doubt, luscious cock until I came screaming like a banshee. I wanted him to fuck me hard and jet his spunk into me. I wanted a payoff for all the time I had spent in my life pining for him.

“Jenny!” he cried when I showed up. He was as good-looking as ever, and my pussy twanged helplessly at the sight of him. But his wife was there, too, and he swiftly introduced us.

I had to admit: She was nice, and they seemed good together. I didn’t feel jealous, exactly. It was more like I just wanted to borrow her husband without doing anything to upset their marriage.

Yet during my visit, I caught Matt covertly looking at me with a passionate hunger. I started to settle on a plan.

It wasn’t too difficult to keep an eye on Matt’s house next door and wait for his wife to go out. She left one evening, and I crossed through my backyard to his and tapped on his back door. I was nervous and excited.

Matt came to investigate my knocking, and his jaw dropped when he saw me standing there. I shushed him, ducked in and shut the door. We gazed at each other in the little mudroom, the moment fraught with sexual tension.

“I still want you, Matt,” I said. That moment was quite different from when I’d blurted out my feelings to him long ago. I was a self-possessed woman now. Yet if he told me to leave, it was still going to hurt.

“Jenny…” he murmured. His eyes were bright with lust. I could see his slacks starting to bulge. “I can’t,” he said, sounding like he was trying to convince himself.

I was wearing only a long coat and high heels. I unbuttoned the coat and dropped it to the floor. His eyes bugged out as he stared at my body. The nipples of my high tight tits stood out under his longing gaze. My shaved pussy was moist with need.

But Matt managed to say, “Jenny, I’m married. I — I can’t touch you!” He sounded agonized about it.

I had foreseen this. I had another option for us. “Then,” I said, stepping nearer to him, “let me touch you. You won’t have to do a thing.” I promised.

When I went to my knees and started unfastening his slacks, he let out a long moan. I didn’t bother to wonder if his wife was one of those women who — inexplicably — don’t like sucking cock. This was just between Matt and me. If he wanted to stop it, he could.

But he didn’t stop me as I peeled his briefs down to the tops of his thighs. His cock sprang out at me. At eye level, it was a wonder to behold — full and veiny, his balls dangling beneath, the cockhead swollen and almost purple.

I drew in the masculine scent of him. How many nights had I dreamed of doing this very thing to him? In how many fantasies had he spewed his cream into my eagerly sucking mouth? Too many to count.

He didn’t touch me, didn’t do anything to help. I hoped that would keep his conscience at bay. I finally reached up and cradled those heavy balls, caressing his nutsack and feeling the deep living warmth within. It was almost like I could hear the slow simmer of his semen, waiting to erupt. But we had a long way to go before that.

I brought his cockhead toward my lips. I breathed softly on his plump knob and saw his whole body shiver. There was a small bead of pre-come oozing from his slit. I unfurled my tongue and expertly scooped it up. The salty flavor hit me, and I rolled the oily substance around in my mouth before swallowing. It was delicious.

I breathed softly on his plump knob and saw his whole body shiver.”

Above, Matt groaned again, harder this time. It was the sound of a man hopelessly lost in his desires.

I stuck out my tongue again and slathered it over his crown. I relished the smooth firm roundness of him. I tasted the heat of his flesh. His right leg started to quake, but he shifted position. I rolled my tongue back and forth over him until his cockhead gleamed with my spit.

Finally, I laid my lips on his swollen head. I let them melt slowly over his crown. I gave him some serious suction, tightening the seal of my lips over him. I took his cockhead into my mouth, caressing it again with my tongue, finding a fresh trickle of pre-come as I teased the tiny trench of his slit. Again, his body bucked, and he let out a hard grunt this time.

Still cupping his balls in one hand, I started sucking in the length of him. His full cock distended my lips. Spit ran out of the corners of my mouth, but I never broke the seal. I explored the veins of his shaft as I went lower and lower. His taste filled my mouth, and his scent overpowered me.

I was absorbed in the act. The total living maleness of his cock in my mouth overwhelmed my senses. My ears rang, my eyes started to water and my flesh rippled with electrical pleasure. I dropped the ring of my lips down to the base of him. His cockhead entered my throat, pulsing there. My nose pressed against his body.

He was mine. For this moment, at least, he belonged to me.

I lifted my mouth, and then dropped it again. I savored the texture of his engorged flesh. Nothing else in the world felt like him, and the only way to really appreciate the uniqueness of his dick was to put my mouth on it.

I kept up the suction, applying a steady pressure as I settled into an unhurried tempo, my head bobbing and my neck muscles working. His balls stirred in my hand, and I gently fondled them.

My free hand started roving over my bare body. I couldn’t help it and didn’t try to. I closed my hand over my tit, squeezing, feeling trills of erotic joy zing through me. I felt up my other tit, giving the nipple a fierce tweak. The pleasure/pain of that would have made me cry out if my mouth hadn’t been stuffed with Matt’s delectable cock.

He tasted as good as I’d always imagined. I felt a profound connectivity between us, with my mouth joined to him in this most intimate way. I was okay with him not touching me. If this was what it took to let me experience that heady moment, I was happy for it. He could tell himself afterward that he hadn’t really cheated on his wife. After all, he was   just basically standing there.

I bet, though, that he wanted to reach down and wind his fingers into my hair, and thrust his cock hard into my face. I was sure he wanted to fuck me right there on the floor, or turn me against the wall and plunge his cock into me from behind. Somehow, though, he restrained himself. But he still didn’t stop me from sucking his cock.

My self-molesting hand moved down between my legs. My fingers found the dripping cleft of my smooth pussy and teased the lips. As my mouth lunged up and down on Matt’s staff, I delved inside myself. My wanton fingers zeroed in on my clit and started coaxing hard bright pleasures from me as my body quivered.

Matt was grunting again, and I let my eyes turn upward. His face was clenched with a kind of mad bliss. His mouth hung open, and his lips had twisted. His eyes were almost spinning in his skull.

I increased my speed, going into the final stretch. Even without Matt in my life, I had made a fine art of delivering blowjobs, proudly perfecting my skills over the years. I knew just how to carry Matt along toward his approaching bliss.

Yet this wasn’t just some random guy. I still had genuine feelings for this man. Matt was indeed the one who’d gotten away, but now I wouldn’t have the same regrets anymore. I would own this memory. I would know in my heart that we had connected, in a real way.

A shuddering joy rose steadily through me. I drenched my wandering fingers with overflowing pussy juice. At the same instant, Matt’s balls tightened, and he released a ragged cry.

I let the first jet erupt in my mouth because I wanted the full taste of his hot spunk. It flowed over my tongue and dripped into my throat. Then I rocked back on my high heels and pulled back my mouth, letting him unload on my face and tits. The splatters hit my flesh. I felt those warm droplets and shivered through another wicked climax.

I milked the last spurts from him with my hand. His come coated my chin and cheeks. It drizzled from my stiff nipples. I grinned up at him, and he smiled dazedly down at me.

As I stood, I reminded him that I would always be right next door.

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