A week before I got married my ex boyfriend messaged me on FB to congratulate me and we got talking and he asked if I'd like to have a proper catch up so I thought yeah why not. We met in the bar/Hotel where we used to go when we was together. It was a good evening to be honest we had a laugh. After a good few drinks we ended up kissing and he suggested we did it for old time sake. We ended up booking into one of the rooms and within minutes we was in bed together. It felt so right and so wrong at the same time. Remembering the way he used to touch me. He used to be really good in bed and was big. So soon as he put it inside me it was long until I came. The positions he put me in the way he used his tongue felt so right. I knew what I was doing was wrong but I couldn't stop it. 4 times we ended up doing it that night each time I came. He even took my knickers the cheeky bustard to remember me by. Worst thing was when I got home my husband made a move on me and ended up doing it with him but no offence to him he wasn't half a good and had to pretend I had came. Not seen him since he is now married himself with kids but my god what a night to remember