It started with a simple message… "Hey!"

I looked at the message daily for about a week before I opened it. In the back of my mind, I kept asking myself, what does Kim want and why she is reaching out now? When I opened the message, it was short and to the point.

“Hey, it’s been a long time but since we are now in the same city, would you want to meet? A lot has happened since we last chatted and I keep asking myself…What if?”

I don’t know why but as I walked to the park, I was filled with adrenaline, trepidation, nervous energy. We hadn’t seen each other in a long time.

A little background… we were each other’s first love. It looked like a forever type of love. However, I joined the military, and she stayed home to finish school. We kept up but this was before social media platforms and cell phones. So, as it usually does, the distance created a rift that we couldn’t overcome.

Our lives went separate ways, but there was always, at least for me, that nagging little voice saying, What if…..

We planned to meet the following Saturday at a park nearby. As I walked up, the years of wondering why had me wired. As I walked up, Kim stood up and greeted me with what can only be described as a lovers hug; it was tight, long and satisfying to my soul. I realized at that moment that I still missed her.

Kim is 5’4”, roughly 140 pounds. Her breasts were still firm as I remembered them, and she still had a great ass, but it was the sparkle in her hazel eyes that did it for me. When we broke the hug and sat down, she leaned in and gave me a sweet little kiss and then turned away, embarrassed.

After about an hour of small talk, I learned that her husband was having an affair, and she had recently found out that this affair had been going on for quite some time. She explained that she felt foolish, embarrassed and angry about the situation. That was what led her to the message.

During our conversation, I reached over and grabbed her hand; she still fit perfectly in mine. We talked about the “what if” for several minutes and she finally admitted that she feared my life choices, military service, and that was why she pushed me away.

Kim slid closer to me, our thighs touching, my mind racing like we were still in school and about to get caught. She told me that once she had convinced herself that she was over me, she started dating again, got pregnant, married and then he joined a different branch of the military.

Once he retired and they moved back home, she told me that was when the affair began. I asked her what she hoped the outcome of her message was going to be and she said she didn’t have an answer to that, but she wanted to meet and at least talk about it and us.

As our conversation started to wind down, she stood up, pulled me up and led me back through the park. No complaints from me, as I got a great view of her ass as she pulled us through the park. We went past my truck and stopped at her car. She pulled me to her and kissed me again, this time with a little more passion and intensity. It took me back to our make out sessions, except this time there was more need in her actions.

As we broke up the kiss, she said that she wanted what she let go. Kim stroked my cock through my jeans a couple of times and said to follow her. I dutifully did just that, not knowing where she was headed but desperately wanting to continue this wherever she took us.

Kim pulled up to a massive cabin on the river, walked towards the door, then looked over her shoulder and said to hurry the fuck up, she needed something, and I had what she needed.

As we walked through the front door, she slammed it shut and pinned me against it while kissing me with all she had to give. I was breathless; the battle raging in our mouths went on for what seemed like hours. I grabbed her ass with both hands and ground her against my raging erection. My god, what an ass this woman still had on her.

Kim broke away, slid down in front of me, and practically ripped my jeans and boxers off, freeing my cock which bounced off her face with the force she used to release it. She grabbed me by the base, pointed my dick at her face and slid all the way down my 6 1/2 inches. The quickness of the blow job took my breath away, and her ability to suck dick made me wish I had fought harder to keep her. She was sliding up my shaft, twisting one hand around the shaft and the other was pulling my sack down. As she took me back in her mouth, she would release my nuts, in effect jerking my balls up and down while sucking my dick.

I was boiling in a matter of minutes, I told her I was about to cum, and Kim went full on vacuum cleaner, sucking with everything she had until I released jet after jet of cum in her mouth and throat. I think I blacked out momentarily from the intensity.

As I finished, she stood up, we kissed again, I kicked off my shoes and stepped out of my boxers and jeans and told her she was next. I pushed her to the couch, unbuttoned her jeans and slid them down her ass, uncovering something I wasn’t expecting: a dark green thong! As she wiggled out of her jeans, I grabbed her ass again and pulled her to me, savoring the scent of her excitement.

With hands on her ass, I began to lightly lick and kiss the exposed skin of her pussy, never touching her clit, just enjoying the moment. I released her just long enough to peel the thong off and expose her dripping cunt. I dove in, sinking my tongue as far as possible, my nose just brushing her clit. Kim was quickly at the point of shaking and muttering, "DON’T STOP" as she ground my head against her snatch.

Just before she started to cum, I pulled her legs over my shoulders and started sucking on her clit until she was at the point of no return. Kim was thrashing around on the couch, squeezing my head with her legs and muttering nonsense as she rode the waves of her orgasm.

Once she released the death grip on my head, I crawled up next to her on the couch and looked into her sparkling eyes. We started to giggle about our current situation: old lovers on her couch, exhausted from our activities and naked from the waist down.

Once our giggles settled down, she asked me, "What if..." and nodded to the stairs leading to her bedroom...