I'll try to recall this the best I can, although times and events run together.

It all started when Randy, an old boyfriend, contacted me, asking if we could get together. Remembering the very pleasant and exciting times we'd had for a couple of months over a year previously, I agreed, although I had recently acquired a new boyfriend, Tom. I was sure I would lose him if he found out.

Randy had rented a single-wide a couple of miles out of town, and I agreed he would pick me up at my house so the neighbors would think I was home. Small town, no sense starting rumors. Remembering that he liked baby dolls on me, I picked a red one and its matching split thong, although I don't like thongs. He picked me up, and we drove to a local park, not far from Tom's apartment. He parked, turned to me, and said, “Show me those beautiful breasts I remember.”

I opened my cloak to reveal my outfit. He reached across the console and ran his hand over my breasts, one at a time, then squeezed the right one. I moaned softly. He started to undo his fly,  and I said, “Not here. Let's go to your place.”

At his place, we climbed into the backseat after he parked in the carport.

Our hands were all over each other, and soon I was sucking his cock while he fingered my pussy. He was as delicious as I remembered. 

“Let's go inside,” he said, grabbing my hair and pulling my mouth off him.

“I don't know where my shoe went. I can only find one.”

“The door is right here. We'll find your shoe later.”

We entered and were greeted by his dog, Charlie.

“I've missed you, old boy,“ I said, giving his head a pat. Normally, I'd give him much more attention, but I had more on my mind.

Randy pointed out the bathroom. “In case you need it,” he said.

I came out to find him in the bedroom, where I joined him. He was removing his slacks, shirt, and underwear. I stretched out on the bed, watching the show and waiting in anticipation. It was a twin bed, and he entered from the bottom, moving up to suck my nipples, one at a time. I moaned and felt my pussy getting wet. “Damn, thong is going to be ruined,“ I thought, although it didn't matter since I hated the feeling of it anyway.

I reached for him, running my hands over his familiar body. I had forgotten none of it from the time we'd been together before.

“No touching. You've been a naughty lady, and you don't deserve to touch me. You have to accept whatever punishment I have,” he said.

I acquiesced, and he continued worshipping my body with his skilled fingers and mouth.

Soon, I felt his mouth between my legs, and I was glad I had worn that thong.

I screamed as I came. 

“Good girl.”

He turned me over and told me to get on my knees. 

“I'm not done punishing you,” he stated.

I felt a sharp slap of his hand on my ass. The pain was followed by a short burst of pleasure as he slid his fingers into my pussy. I moaned.

“Silence,” he said.

I'd never seen this side of Randy. I put the back of my hand against my mouth as he alternated finger fucking me and spanking me until, with a gush of pussy juices, I came again.

”Good girl,” he said again.

He turned me back over and positioned himself between my legs. He put my legs over his shoulders and entered me without fanfare. He fucked me senseless. I couldn't stop cumming. Finally, with a shout, he was shooting a load across my stomach and the new baby doll I was wearing.

“I guess I will just have to keep that,” he said. “Go clean up and bring me your clothes.”

I complied. He threw it over a pile of dirty clothes.

“What am I supposed to wear home?” I asked, “Let me borrow a shirt.”

“I don't have enough. You know I have to go into the office this week.”

I remembered he often worked from home but occasionally had to spend the week at the office.

“Just wear your cloak. Nobody is going to see you anyway.”

He handed me my cloak, and we headed back out to the car. I was barefoot and only wearing my cloak, which didn't even come to my knees. 

I was afraid that a neighbor would see me, since it was only midnight, but there was nobody around.

“He kissed me deeply. “Goodnight, Babe,” he said, “until next week. Find a real hot outfit for me, something different. I've got something special ordered as well.”

Randy texted me the following Friday, saying he'd pick me up Saturday around seven o'clock.

I put on a net onesie split in the crotch, and pulled a blue slip dress over my head. Low slip-in pumps completed the outfit, plus my cloak, as it was cold outside.

He spent no time getting down to business when we arrived at his trailer.

He tossed my cloak on the sofa, grabbed my hand, and pulled me into the bedroom. He pulled my dress off and put it on the dresser.

“Very nice,” he said, reaching out to pinch a nipple sticking out through the mesh. He did the same to the other one, and I felt my pussy clench.

He embraced me, and I felt his familiar hands on my ass as his tongue entered my mouth. He turned around and sat on the bed, finger fucking me, making me cum over and over until my legs were unstable.

“This is my pussy. It will always be my pussy. Now lie down on the bed,” he said, reaching for something on the dresser. 

I felt something between my legs as he turned on the vibrator and started applying it to my clit. Opening my pussy lips, he ran it back and forth and then pushed it in my pussy. In and out, until I was cumming with a scream.

He pulled it out, replacing it with his stiff cock. He pounded me after ripping the onesie from my body. I opened my eyes to watch his face as he was going to cum and saw he had his phone in his hand, “I'll send you the video,” he said. 

He pulled out, made me get on my knees, and pushed himself into my ass. Pleasure ripped through me as my body adjusted to his size. He grabbed my hair with his hand and slapped my ass hard with the other as he rammed his stiff cock into me. Then, with a scream and a groan, we came together.

He gathered me in his arms and said, “Come live with me, marry me.”

“I can't. You know about Tom.”

“You're not married to him. Marry me. I can provide you with a much more stable life.”

“You know I can't get married, and I don't want to hurt him.”

“So do you want me, or not?”

“You know I do,” I replied. By this time, I was crying with emotion.

“Don't cry,” he soothed, ”Think it over. In the meantime, I have a challenge for you. When I drop you off, I want you to get in your car, go over to his apartment, and fuck him. With my cum in your pussy. You'll remember me, and then you can make a decision.”

He drove me home. I got in my car and drove eight blocks to Tom's house. Letting myself in, I removed my dress, got under the sheet, and started running my hands over Tom's body. He stirred, then he rolled onto his back, and his cock tented inside his satiny shorts.

I ran my hand over it. He groaned, and his breathing signaled that he was awake. I freed him from the top of his shorts and pulled them down to expose his cock and balls.

“I had to have you tonight,” I said as I straddled him and lowered myself on his thick cock. Burying him to the hilt, my thoughts were drawn to the fact that I still had Randy's cum in me.

I rubbed myself on Tom, then started to move with more purpose and vigor as we approached climax together.

“I couldn't stay away,” I lied, knowing this lie would haunt me for the rest of my life. I knew the real reason. But I also knew which choice I would ultimately make.