“Dave!” a woman yelled as I walked through the supermarket.

I turned to look at a couple walking toward me.

“David Cole?” the lady smiled with bright white teeth.

Her hair was a golden blonde, and her heels clicked and clacked on the tiled floor as she sped toward me.

“Yes,” I answered as I looked at the tall white man beside her.

As they approached me, he reminded me of Clark Kent in the Superman movies. He was tall, with broad shoulders, glasses, and perfect-looking black hair.

“You do not remember me,” the lady smiled.

“Honey, maybe…” her boyfriend or husband started to say. She held up a single finger, and he was instantly silent.

“Rebecca,” this perfect specimen of a woman said. “Hold on,” she said, handing her purse to her husband.

She took off her heels, and instantly, she was smaller. “Now, picture me with black hair, braces, and acne all over….”

The light bulb inside my head flashed on. “Rebecca Knowles!” I yelled.

“Yes!” Rebecca exclaimed.

“Wow, it’s been a very long time,” I smiled as she put her heels back on.

“What have you been doing?” I asked.

Rebecca was one of my favorite nerd friends back in high school. We used to play Dungeons and Dragons and talk about movies and other things.

“Well, not that same nerd, or geek anymore,” Rebecca said. “I work at the television station, as a weather girl.”

“I think the proper term is…” the man started to say, and again, she held up a finger and rolled her eyes. “Sorry, my husband likes to talk,” Rebecca stared at me. “A lot!”

“Weather, huh?” I asked.

“Yeah, what about you?” Rebecca asked as she felt my arms and shoulders. “No longer the only black boy nerd in high school, you got BUFF!” she exclaimed.

Her husband coughed as her hands went to my chest.

Rebecca took a deep sigh and stared at me. “Sorry,” she said, staring at him with a look that could cut a diamond.

“We should exchange numbers,” I said.

“Most definitely,” Rebecca smiled.

She took out her phone, and I took out mine. We exchanged numbers. “Call or text me anytime, please!” Rebecca demanded as she walked away.

I watched her pert ass sway under the blue tight dress. ‘Most definitely,’ I thought as I watched her go.

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‘I didn’t know that,’ I replied as Rebecca and I texted back and forth later that night.

‘Yeah, he got married and then hit rock bottom after they got divorced,’ Rebecca told me.

She was catching me up with some of the others in our high school group. Some of it was good news, and others were bad.

‘He was a good guy,’ I stated about one of our friends. ‘That’s sad to hear.’

‘Yeah,’ Rebecca replied. ‘But what about you? Ever got married, kids?’

‘Nope, never found the right one,’ I responded.

I was online looking Rebecca up; she had quite a following, as many of the comments centered around her colossal chest and ass.

There was even a fan site dedicated to her. Pictures ranged from the tame ones that they found on the news channel, with Rebecca in her dresses with slight cleavage showing, to other pictures that some of them found elsewhere.

Rebecca even posted holiday pictures on her social media page. It was quite a sight to see her in a bikini on the beach.

‘How did you and your husband meet?’ I asked.

‘Through friends,’ Rebecca replied. ‘Nothing exciting, he is a therapist and likes to talk about people’s behavior and social interactions.’

‘I see,’ I replied, looking at a picture of Rebecca wearing a tight white skirt combo at a television award function.

‘Did you know I had a huge crush on you?’ Rebecca asked.

‘No, I thought you were into Lucas,’ I stated.

‘That was so you wouldn’t catch on,’ Rebecca said.

‘Well, you fooled me,’ I said.

I felt brave as I stopped looking at pictures. ‘Do you Want to grab a drink sometime? Just the two of us?’

‘Absolutely, when did you have in mind?’

‘Tomorrow?’

‘Be there with bells on,’ Rebecca said.

‘Good, can’t wait!’

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Rebecca sauntered into the dimly lit bar with swag. She knew she looked good, and many of the reactions from the men that saw her in a tight red dress with her tits bursting out only cemented the truth; she had it going on from her toes to her blonde hair.

Rebecca was a tomboy when we were in high school, playing all the sports with us and doing dares just like any other male. She was often teased about her looks back then. She was as flat as a board front and back, but no one could say that about her now.

We ordered drinks and then went to a corner table, away from prying eyes.

“So,” I asked as I stared at her chest. “When did that happen?”

I was being forward and I didn’t care that Rebecca was married. She was a trophy wife, and it was evident from the encounter I had with her the other day that she was in charge.

“Well, mother nature didn’t want to give me the goods,” Rebecca had a sultry smile. “So, I went out and got them. Do you like?”

“Who wouldn’t?” I asked.

“David, my husband thinks I went too big,” Rebecca said as her hands squeezed her massive tits.

“No such thing,” I smiled.

“Go big or go home, right?” Rebecca smiled.

“Definitely,” I smiled as I reached across the table and squeezed her massive tits.

She didn’t stop me.

“Never had the bolt on kind before?” Rebecca asked.

“Not yet, anyway,” I answered.

“Good answer,” Rebecca called for the wait staff, and we quickly paid our tab.

“My place?” I asked.

“Or mine, it doesn’t matter,” Rebecca smiled.

“What about your husband?” I asked.

“He knows me,” Rebecca teased as she stood close to me. “I told him the lifestyle I wanted, way before we got married,” she said. “I don’t like to be kept to one man, or woman,” she said as I walked her to her car. “He agreed and we signed prenups before we said, ‘I do,’ so, like I said, my place or yours.”

“What if he wants someone else?” I asked as I helped her inside.

“So be it, sometimes we share,” Rebecca stared at me. “But I don’t feel like sharing this time.”

“My place it is then,” I said as I got in my car.

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Our hands were all over each other as we got into my house. I squeezed and sucked on her huge tits as I lay on top of her.

“I have been dreaming of this moment,” Rebecca breathed heavily, her chest heaved up and down.

Her perfect stomach and abs were a sight to see. She was sculpted like a goddess.

“Fuck me!” Rebecca begged.

I pushed my cock into her, and she moaned loudly.

Rebecca’s phone went off, and she shook her head. “Ignore it,” she said.

I put her legs onto my shoulders and fucked her hard. Without a care about anything other than pushing my cock as deep into her as possible. Rebecca’s body reacted to my pummeling.

Rebecca was mine for the night. I fucked her on my bed, then in the bathroom. I came inside her every time.

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Even in the morning, when we woke up, I fucked her over my table after we ate breakfast. She begged me to make her mine.

“What are you doing?” I asked as I sat on the couch.

Rebecca was dressed again and said she had to leave as she had work at the studio later in the afternoon.

“One more for the road,” Rebecca said as she knelt before me.

She licked and sucked on my cock, then stroked it as she sucked on my balls. Rebecca took out her phone and took a picture of herself sucking my cock.

Rebecca had taken many pictures throughout the night. She said some was for herself, and a few were for her husband. She showed me pictures of him fucking other women. Some of the photos were of both of them with men and women.

“Another for your husband?” I asked as she slapped her face with my cock.

“No, this one is for someone you know,” Rebecca winked.

“Who?” I asked.

“Delores Winters,” Rebecca said as she took my cock to the base. Deepthroating it as I came inside her throat.

That was a name I hadn’t heard in years. Delores was the head cheerleader, and I had a crush on her. I even took pictures of her without her knowing and had them on my wall.

“You know her?” I asked.

“Oh yeah,” Rebecca smiled after swallowing. “We meet for lunch every Thursday; she is going to love this,” Rebecca stood up. She might even want to try it for herself. Who knows?” Rebecca shrugged.

“Well, that is great,” I smiled.

“Calm down tiger,” Rebecca winked as she headed for the door.

I zipped up and followed. “Delores isn’t in the hotwife lifestyle, she is a traditionalist, I said she might, want more pictures for herself, not do it herself. She is married to a politician, after all.”

“Well, let me know,” I smiled.

“Oh, dear boy,” Rebecca said. “I will be back later tonight, for more.”

I watched her get in her car and drive away.