Brooke and I dragged Steve into the front seat of the taxi and buckled him in.

We’d just left our high school reunion, Brooke and I were mostly sober. Steve had taken it a bit too far. He was drunk, basically a rag doll.

Brooke and I got in the back, and I gave the driver our hotel address. 

Steve was asleep within minutes, Brooke rolled her eyes and gave me a sideways smile. I laughed. I’d always had a soft spot for her. 

“Don’t look at me,” I joked. “You married him.”

She smiled again, her full red lips revealing her perfect teeth. Her shoulder length blonde hair flicked around her neck as she cast me a playful glance, her hazel eyes flashing in the passing streetlights. She was stunning, especially in the revealing black dress that was clinging to her body in a way that I was slightly jealous of. 

“Don’t remind me,” she laughed. “I still haven’t figured out why.” 

I smirked. “We all thought he must have a big cock.” 

She raised her eyebrows, amused. “Oh Jack, I wish, that might be worth putting up with his drinking for.”

We arrived at the hotel, pulling up in the loop of the main foyer. I paid the driver, before Brooke and I got out and dragged Steve out and up the stairs to the front entrance. The doorman raised an eyebrow.

“He’s way too drunk to come in.” He said, looking surprised that we’d even try. 

I flashed him my keycard. “We’re guests, taking this idiot to bed.”

The doorman laughed and opened the door for us. “I wouldn’t want to be him in the morning.” 

Getting across the foyer, up the elevator, down the corridor and into Brooke and Steve’s room took us 15 minutes longer than it should have, it was like dragging a dead body around. Finally, we got him into bed. Somehow he’d slept through the entire ordeal. 

Brooke and I let out a joint sigh of relief, before looking at each other and bursting out laughing. 

“Just like senior year,” I laughed. 

“Too much like senior year,” she agreed. 

I watched her standing there, looking over her drunken, oblivious husband and my old high school buddy. The laughter had left her, replaced with the realisation that she was married to a man who still behaved like a high school senior. I placed a hand between her shoulder blades, her skin warm and damp in the humid night air.

“It’s been a great night, Brooke. I really enjoyed seeing you.”

She looked back at me, a nostalgic smile on her face. “You too, Jack. It’s been really good.”

I turned and left their room, heading next door to my own. I had a quick shower, before turning off all the lights and settling on a balcony lounge chair in my boxers. I looked over the river, the city lights reflected on the calm surface. 

I thought about Brooke.

How her eyes had lit up when she saw me this afternoon, the first time since our 5 year reunion. We were approaching 30 now, and she looked better than ever, if that was possible. The image of her short blonde hair, bright hazel eyes, button nose and full red lips was burned into my brain.

Then I’d seen her in that beautiful black dress and matching heels, her makeup done, but not over the top - a natural beauty doesn’t need much.

She’d obviously been working out since I last saw her. The dress had showed off her tight and toned body, her thick ass and thighs testament to her enthusiasm for leg day at the gym. Not overly muscular, just enough accentuate her natural curves in a way that made my cock swell just thinking about her. 

Then there was her husband Steve, my old buddy.

He’d chosen another path, a life of convenience. He’d put on over thirty pounds, enough to have man boobs and a belly. He was desperately clinging to his receding hairline, almost as desperately as he clung to a beer at all times. He had always been the funny guy, but that only carries you so far. 

I couldn’t understand how different they’d become. 

Brooke and I always had a bit of a ’thing’. Nothing major, just a lot of flirting and a few secret kisses at parties, but we’d never been single at the same time. By the time we finished high school, she was with Steve, and we went our separate ways. 

I’d thought about her a lot over the years, often beating myself up for missing my chance with her.

That’s life though, isn’t it? You always think you’ll have one more chance. Then one day, you don’t. 

I heard 3 quiet knocks at the door.

Who could be knocking at this hour? People knock quietly for two reasons - they’re nervous, or they’re being subtle. My heart sped up, hoping it was both. 

I wandered inside and opened the door. 

Brooke stood there with a nervous look on her face, looking up into my eyes, now a head shorter than me with her heels removed. Her makeup was also gone. I saw her nipples poking through the thin material of her dress, and realised she’d removed her bra too. 

I felt my heart race and my cock swell. “Want to come in?”

She smiled and nodded, a little relieved but still looking shy. 

I stood aside, gesturing toward the balcony. As she walked past, I smelt her sweet perfume, freshly applied. I pushed the door closed and followed her out, the soft light spilling in through the balcony door illuminating the outline of her firm, muscular body.

My god, was she stunning. 

She wandered out to the balcony, grabbing the handrail and looking over the river. Standing on her bare tiptoes, she leaned over the edge, the hem of her dress lifting, exposing more of her thighs. Her soft, tanned skin glowed, making me want to lift her dress up further and take her right there. 

Turning around, she looked me up and down. 

I was just in my boxers, everything on display. Like her, I’d spent a bit of time in the gym. Her dilating pupils and a quick bite of her lip told me she liked what she saw. 

I smiled, and she blushed, realising she’d been caught. 

Not wanting her to feel awkward, I asked: “Can’t sleep?”

Her eyes met mine. “Yeah, just been stuck in my head a bit.”

I walked to the handrail and leaned my hip against it, facing her. “What’s up?”

Her gorgeous eyes searched my own, fighting some inner battle. 

Truth won out, and she opened up: “Steve and I, we’ve always talked about having a family, you know?”

There was sadness on her face as she continued: “We’ve been trying for a couple of years, but it’s not happening. The specialist said he needs to give up drinking, but Steve just says there must be something wrong with me.” 

She was really hurting. “I’ve been eating great, exercising, doing everything I can to make this happen, but he won’t even stop drinking.”

I reached out, touching her shoulder. Her skin felt incredible against mine. She inhaled sharply, then relaxed and gave me a dejected smile. 

“Brooke, I can see the work you’re doing. You look incredible, seriously. I’m no doctor, but with the way Steve drinks I’d be surprised if he has any floaters, let alone swimmers.” 

Her eye’s shone at this, her smile turning from dejected to feeling seen. I pulled her in for a hug, her cheek pressing against my bare chest. She wrapped both arms around my back and squeezed. 

Her warm, firm body felt incredible pressed against mine. 

Her breath against my chest, her hands pulling into me, her gorgeous round breasts pressed against me. Her sweet scent was driving me crazy. I brushed her hair with my palm, reassuring her. 

“Don’t worry, I can all but guarantee it isn’t you. But I know how stubborn Steve is, so you’re in for a battle to get him to stop drinking.”

She sighed against my chest. “I’m done fighting him.”

I squeezed her. “Is this something you really want?”

She nodded. 

“Well, the Brooke I know always finds a way.”   

I felt her smile into me, squeezing me tight again. My cock was growing harder, she must have felt it pressing against her toned stomach. If she did, she wasn’t bothered by it. 

She lifted her head, her stunning hazel eyes searching mine, her pupils dilated. “You always did see me, Jack.”

I laughed, giving her a kiss on the forehead. “You’re kind of hard to miss.”

She pressed her face into my chest again, and I rested my chin on her head.

I gathered my courage. “You know, I always thought we’d get one more chance, but it never panned out.”

She inhaled sharply, then sighed, leaning further into me. We stayed like that for a long moment, enjoying each others company, each others bodies, slowly squeezing each other tighter. There was an energy building between us, both nostalgic and new. 

I felt her inhale sharply, before looking back into my eyes. “One more chance, Jack.”

She closed her eyes, standing up on her tiptoes. I closed mine, leaning down to meet her. Our lips found each other, pressing together softly at first, remembering how it felt when we were in high school. 

She was as soft, sweet and tender as I remembered.

We embraced passionately, our mouths opening, tongues exploring each other like old lovers reunited. Her taste was divine, sending a shockwave up and down my body. There was familiarity there, but new excitement too, because we were anticipating what was to come. 

One last chance. 

She took me by the hand, leading me inside to the bed. I lifted her dress over her head, my breath taken away by her naked body. Her perfectly round breasts, small pink nipples, her toned stomach, her perfect thigh creases leading the way to her sweet mons, her firm, round ass and muscular thighs.  

This woman in front of me was a goddess. 

The goddess pulled my boxers down, dropping them to the floor. My cock sprang forward. She smiled, her mouth slightly open.

She laughed. “If I was marrying for size, I definitely chose wrong.”

I grabbed her by her ass cheeks and lifted her up. She giggled and let out a little squeal. We kissed again, before I threw her onto the bed, landing gently on top of her.

She wrapped her arms around my back, pulling me close as we kissed, our tongues desperately exploring each other. 

I placed one hand at the base of her neck, pulling her closer. The other explored her body; her shoulders, arms, chest, waist, ass and legs. Her skin was soft, warm to the touch, still a little damp from the humid air. 

Her small, soft hands explored my back; stroking, squeezing, pulling me closer. 

All the pent up desire since the day we first met was flooding our brains as we desperately pressed and pulled our bodies together. She writhed beneath me, grinding her mons up into my cock, her wet lips rubbing against the top of my shaft. It felt incredible, I ground my hips back into her, my shaft slowly rubbing her clit. 

She was moaning into my mouth, well past familiarity, we were embracing each other with animalistic passion.

For as long as we’d known each other, we’d never been this close. Never been this intimate. Never desired each other so intensely. 

All thoughts of Steve gone, Brooke looked into my eyes. “Please fuck me, Jack…”

I smiled at her, my tongue quickly finding hers again. I reached between us, grabbing my fully engorged, throbbing cock. I teased her, sliding my head slowly up and down her soaking pussy lips as she moaned into me, her hips pushing into me, desperate for my cock. 

I came to rest at her opening. 

‘You’re about to fuck your friend’s wife.’ A brief wave of shame washed over me, was this who I am? Was this the kind of man I wanted to be? 

Brooke pushed her hips up again, her sweet cunt impatient to be filled. 

‘One last chance.’ I knew Steve didn’t appreciate her, and to be honest, I didn’t have much respect for him. This was exactly the kind of man I wanted to be. 

Decided, I pressed my hips forward, her sweet lips opening to welcome my cock inside. 

I started shallow, back and forth, teasing us both. Her cunt felt amazing, but we’d been waiting years for this and I wanted to savour every moment. I gradually moved deeper and deeper.

The wet bumps and ridges of her beautiful cunt felt divine as they stretched, inviting me deeper inside. 

Unable to hold back, I drove my throbbing cock all the way inside of her. Her back arched and she groaned into me. I felt her smile. 

“Oh Jack, your cock feels so fucking goood.”

I pulled almost all the way out, before driving myself back deep inside her throbbing cunt. She groaned into me again, her hands grabbing my ass cheeks to pull every last bit of me inside. Picking up the pace, I pumped my throbbing cock in and out of her divine pussy, feeling her get wetter and wetter as I went. 

She wrapped her arms around my back again, locking her legs around my waist. 

She matched my strokes, driving her hips upwards into me as I pounded into her. I still had one hand around her neck, the other gripping her waist, helping me pound her soaking cunt harder and faster. 

Our tongues were doing their best to find each other, but they were interrupted by moans and groans of pleasure. We were both sweating and turned on even more by it. There was a primal energy building between us, engulfing us as we desperately tried to engulf each other. 

I’d never wanted someone so badly in my life, and I could tell she felt the same. 

I felt her body begin to tighten. Her thighs quivered around my waist, her breaths coming ragged and shallow. Her hands dug into my back, desperately pulling me into her. 

She was getting close, and so was I. 

Her hips began to buck and quiver, her soaking cunt tightening and pulsing around my throbbing cock. Her moans were getting louder and louder, her hands digging further into my back, her strong thighs pulling me deeper and deeper. The primal energy was fully engulfing us now as we fucked liked wild animals.

Between moans, she panted: “Don’t… Pull… Out…”

This drove me wild, the boundaries of our selves blurred as we became one. We rode the towering wave of pleasure together, ecstasy building from our heads to our toes. The rest of the world ceased to exist.

We reached the crescendo. 

Our bodies bucked wildly together as we exploded in ecstasy, pulling each other as tight as we could. Wave after wave of primal pleasure bombarded us, as we came together. We bucked, pulsed, throbbed and cried out together while we orgasmed as one. 

The intensity was overwhelming, all-consuming, the sum total of all these years of desire released in a singular shared moment. Her thighs pulled me in deep as my balls spasmed, shooting rope after rope of hot cum deep into Brookes fertile, married cunt. It was a release like none we’d ever experienced. 

The waves of ecstasy crashed again and again, gradually tapering off.

We lie there together, locked in the same position, our bodies pulsing and twitching together. I lowered my head into her neck, pulling her close. Our sweat and cum mixed together, like a magical afterglow potion that kept us joined together. 

We breathed together, gradually relaxing into each other. 

I rolled off her, and pulled her on top of me, her small but muscular body pressing down on me. We kissed softly, occasionally stopping to smile at each other, otherwise enjoying the afterglow in silence. We never wanted the night to end. 

We fell asleep like that, waking up to the rising sun. 

Brooke opened her eyes, suddenly alert. “Fuck, I need to get back.”

I nodded. “Don’t worry, I’m sure he’ll be asleep for another couple hours.”

She laughed, gave me a kiss and sprang off me, searching for her dress. Finding it, she pulled it on and straightened herself out. She gave me one last kiss, before heading for the door. 

She looked back and gave me a bittersweet smile. “Last night was incredible.”

I smiled. “Yes, it was.”

Then, she was gone. 

—

A few months later, I was scrolling through social media when I saw a post from Brooke and Steve. 

So happy to announce that we are expecting a baby boy! 

Underneath, a photo of an ultrasound. 

I commented: ‘Congratulations, so exciting!’ 

5 minutes later, I got a text from Brooke: ’Thank you! Steve’s already talking about having another. So maybe one more chance? ;)’

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