The night was about to be perfect. My husband and I were in New York City. It was our first trip after having a baby, and we were going to relax. I had been hesitant on the trip. I didn't want to leave the baby, and this was the city that started his post traumatic depression. 

Our marriage was on rocks. I was fighting hard to stay married, but knew eventually I was going to move on. I lived in fear, for myself and kids. I cared to much to leave in his most desperate time of need though. 

Kyle told me that I should see if my friend, John, wanted to meet up. I thought that was a great idea, and made plans to meet at a local bar in a town just outside the city. 

John and I go back years, seven long years. We met when he was serving in the Navy. My dad worked on the same ship, and took John under his wing to show him life. At the time, John was eighteen, had a car, and was in school. He would one day work in his dad's law firm, back in New York. I was sixteen, blonde hair, blue eyes, and was a little sassy.

Back in those days, I knew I had John's heart, but I saw him as a friend. He hoped when I was eighteen, I'd date him, but I was already taken. I had left the base, and moved back to Ohio to finish school shortly after meeting John. We never lost contact, but I married someone else.

I still went to see him, visiting him every few months on my way to see my parents. I knew he was saddened by my marriage, but he never admitted it. Life through curve balls, and we stayed by each other, him still madly in love, and me as a good friend. He did anything to show his love, but I just couldn't see it.

That night things changed, and it hit me like a ton of bricks. I couldn't believe my feelings for him. Kyle and I had walked in, my eyes surveyed the room, and I found the table he was waiting at. I sat next to him, Kyle across from us. John and I looked into each other's eyes, and in that moment, I knew he was going to be mine.

I couldn't just say so, I had to make it through this dinner, somehow, and go back with Kyle. Sadly, it was easy. Kyle had a huge blow up about a little thing that was said, and I quickly paid the tab, and we left the bar.

John having served, knew how bad Kyle's condition could get and worried about me. After we got to our hotel, Kyle calmed down to a certain extent, and we tried to talk. Sadly, we both knew our marriage was over. We agreed divorce was the best option. 

I looked at my phone, five missed calls, and three texts, all from John. I couldn't reply with Kyle in the room, so I made an excuse, and said I was going to see if they had an extra room. I wasn't going to stay in the room with him anyway that night. I left, and called John in the lobby. He was understanding, and invited me over. I happily hailed a taxi, and left.

The taxi ride was roughly twenty minutes. That gave me time to pull myself together, and act fine. I knew my feelings were leading me to John, and I knew that I wanted what he had wanted for years. I didn't know exactly how the night would go, but I knew I was going to tell him I loved him. 

I know that sounds crazy, but I couldn't help it. I've never have been known to jump from relationship to relationship, let alone marriage to a relationship with someone new, but I needed him. 

I had ignored my heart for years, and now I saw what he was seeing, love. It felt so good, so safe, I was looking forward to the possibilities. 

The taxi pulled to the side of the road. I paid the fare, and hurried into the lobby of his apartment. The doorman directed me to the elevator, telling me John was expecting me.

The elevator stopped. I checked and saw it was his floor. I exited, and walked to the door on the left. Taking a deep breath, I went to raise my fist to knock. John had heard the elevator ding, and opened the door before I could knock.

Welcoming me into his apartment, he offered a drink and I quickly accepted. We sat on the couch talking about the night's events. I came to New York for a getaway, to help my husband cope with the events that haunted him, the marriage I was trying to save over. John sat speechless, offering his comforting arms. 

John had always been a great friend, he's stood by my side through a lot of things; two marriages, the death of a husband, being a single mom, he was there, and now he was here for this. I told him my feelings, and unsurprisingly, he said he felt the same, and he'd felt it for a very long time. I knew he had, I told him I hoped he understood it just took me a little longer to feel the same. He understood, and we talked about what we should do. Living eight or nine hours away, it would be difficult. Wwe decided that we would move me to the city, along with the kids. I had obstacles ahead, but I felt invincible with him at my side. 

I took my last sip of beer, and sat it on the table. I leaned over, kissing him. My hand rested on his shoulder, and my lips hovered over his as I pulled slightly away. 

"Let's just focus on us right now."

"I like that idea."

Our kissing resumed, and I moved onto his lap. As I wrapped my arms around his neck, his hands wandered up my back, finding and undoing my bra strap.

"Let's go to your room."

"Okay."

We ran to his room, undressing ourselves on the go. Once in the room we removed our pants and jumped onto the bed.

We laid there holding each other, kissing. John took his hand and began exploring my warm, wet pussy with his fingers. I sighed and moaned in pleasure. His touch was making me feel things I'd never felt before, I was in heaven. I could feel him getting harder, and I was getting wetter. 

His body climbed on top of me. He stroked my face as he continued to kiss me.

He removed the hand that was deep inside. He broke the kiss, just long enough to ask if I was ready and willing to have his cock enter. I eagerly nodded. If his fingers felt as good as they did, I knew his cock was going to be even better.

He guided his large cock inside. I gasped as he placed himself all the way inside. He felt so good. He slowly began to move in and out. I looked up into his eyes, I was in heaven.

His hands grabbed my hips, holding me close as he thrusted even deeper. His thumbs rubbed and pinched my clit.

I started to cum, my moans silenced by his passionate kiss.

We rolled, allowing me to be on top. Each stride I made, I squeezed his cock. I felt him getting ready to cum, and I was determined to make sure he had an orgasm he would never forget. I was waiting for the right time to use a trick I had heard about in last month's issue of Cosmo. As he started to release his load, I reached behind and gently pushed his balls down. This created a sensation of slight pain, mixed with joy and pleasure. 

We cuddled under the sheets, and kissed each other. I was in love, I had never felt so connected to someone. He was making me forget the bad, and start focusing on the good.