By the time I call him, it’s already too late. He doesn’t know that, but does that make it any better?

For a moment, I wonder if I’m calling to ask for permission or forgiveness.

We’ve done more than we might have, but there are plenty of boundaries still to cross. Brian is sitting on the couch when I stand up to make the call, and I can’t look away. When he rubs his hands up the backs of my thighs, my knees buckle.

“Hey, handsome,” I say when he answers. It’s what I always call my husband, and it’s as familiar as it is true.

“Hey beautiful, is everything okay? How’s Brian?”

I take a deep breath and clench my thighs around the strong hand between them. Brian is making it difficult for me, but I can’t blame him. My dress is already bunched up around my waist, the top pulled down exposing my breasts, and the bottom raised, giving him a lovely view of my pink panties.

“He’s good,” I whisper. “Really good. It’s been fun catching up after all this time.”

“Okay, so why are you calling me?” He was quiet for a moment, but I could hear him think. “Are you going to get into trouble?”

“With my ex?” I ask as if I haven’t done it a dozen times since we’ve been married.

“Is there anyone else there?”

“No,” I say as Brian pulls my underwear down, making it clear that I shaved for him. Making it clear that I was ready. That I had met up with him knowing what was in store.

“I mean, no one else is here. But, yeah, we’re having some fun. Or might.”

“How far have you gone?” My husband asks as Brian kisses my stomach. He has two fingers inside me, and I’m soaking wet. I pray to god my husband can’t hear it.

“We’ve just kissed,” I lie, looking down at the handsome bastard in front of me. “I promise.”

“But?”

“Well, it’s been a long time, and I miss him. You know…”

Greg isn’t letting me get away with it. Even as Brian lies back, leaving me trembling while he strokes his thick cock, he doesn’t give in.

“You miss him. Do you miss the sex? And his cock?”

I can hear the tension in Greg’s voice, but I know for sure that he’s hard. I nod but don’t say anything. It’s a useless gesture, and I know it, but words are hard to find.

When I sit on Brian’s lap, I gasp, and Greg lets out a tender sigh.

“I do,” I whisper. “I miss all of him, but it’s up to you. I won’t do anything other than kiss him if you don’t want me to. I promise. Just tell me.”

Just as I say the word’ promise,’ Brian pushes his fat cock into my waiting pussy. I bite my hand to keep quiet, but I lower myself onto him anyway, remembering exactly how good he feels with every inch.

By the time he’s buried within me, and his hands are on my ass, I wonder if Greg knows.

“I’m not sure,” he finally says into the phone. I hold my breath because it didn’t occur to me that he might say no. “Maybe as long as it’s safe. It’s been a while, and I’m not sure I’m ready for him to cum in my wife right yet.”

His words are precisely the wrong thing to say. Or maybe the right thing, it doesn’t matter.

The second they’re out of his mouth, I start to come because Brian’s bare cock is already inside me, and I know him well enough to know where he’s going to come. I clench, and I bite my fist harder as I try to keep quiet. He thrusts into me, stretching me to the point of pain, and I can feel every bit of him.

“Oh fuck,” I moan, unable to hold back any longer. I drop the phone on the couch, and I put my arms around Brian’s neck. “Fuck me harder, handsome. Make me come again and then fill my married pussy. Just like you used to.”

“Fuck, you still feel good,” He says, loud enough for everyone to hear. “And my god, you’re tight. I’m going to come so deep inside you; your husband will taste me for days.”

I cry out as he shoves a finger up my ass, and I’m utterly destroyed. I come, and I come around him as he wraps his hand around my neck and starts to squeeze. He knows me as well as anyone, and he makes my orgasm a thousand times better with practiced skill. I gasp for air as I come, and I clench on his cock as I feel him begin to tighten.

The second I feel him let go — the moment I realize he’s coming in my pussy — I orgasm again, and this time even the neighbors can hear me.

“I can feel you,” I cry. “Don’t fucking stop, come for me, handsome, come in me!”

When I finally pick up the phone, it’s gone silent.

I know Greg is home, most likely in bed, trying to decide if he’s going to jerk off or divorce me. Brian films me as I sit up, his come dripping out of my shaved cunt. I touch myself before letting him penetrate me one last time for good measure.

Will he want to see that video? I can’t rule it out.

I don’t bother with a shower. It wouldn’t matter either way. By the time I’m in the car on my way home, I’m shaking with nervous anticipation. I’m hopeful, but still, a part of me is terrified. It’s the same each time, and I never get over it.

When my phone finally dings, I look down to see a picture of Greg’s come-covered stomach and a simple message.

“Get your ass home sexy. I’m going to do terrible things to you.”

I step on the gas, and I smile.