My heart faltered as I reached the door to my apartment. Suddenly, the rush of years past washed over me. I looked to my old officemate and smiled, my keys jingling as I unlocked the deadbolt of my sturdy oaken door. I pushed in, beckoning Roberto into my cozy one-bedroom apartment. Roberto and I had met working for a call center. It’d been about four months since we worked together, but we never lost contact. And, suddenly, the person I used to joke and flirt with over coffee was here, inside my apartment. I heard him lock the door and set the keys on the table aside the front door as I removed my shoes. Before we sat down, I disappeared into the kitchen and procured two beers for us.

“It’s good to see you, Gaby!” said the man.

“I know, Roberto! It’s been way too long!” came my reply.

“You’re looking happier than I’ve seen you,” Roberto said, following me to the beige plush sofa in the middle of the living room.

“Good day at work?” I suggested. “Plus, the drinks at the pub were pretty strong.”

“I was surprised when you texted me,” he commented.

 "Oh? I was just as surprised when you answered. It’s only been a couple months,” I responded, crossing my legs on the couch, my skirt stretching over my knees so he could clearly see my pink dotted panties.

Without a warning, he slipped his arm around me and pulled me in close for a passionate kiss. I felt my breath catch as his lips touched mine, the sweet flavour of forbidden love, sweet on my tongue. His breath was hot against mine as our lips touched, tongues entangled in each other’s mouths as they shared this moment.

After a long, deep moment, I pulled away, but he put his hand on my thigh, just under the hem of my skirt and pressed his lips to mine once more, lingering there like the smell of his aftershave. My spread legs were an invitation, and one he seized.

His hand crawled under my skirt to my underwear, sliding the cover aside. I felt his finger probe around, swirling around in my juices. He found my tiny love button and circled around it with his fingernail, gently gliding it back and forth, trying to stimulate as many nerve endings as possible.

“Oh!” I audibly gasped.

“You like that.”  

It wasn’t a question, but a statement.

Before I knew it, a second finger probed around my folds, delight filling my body as he fingered my slit. Even though I knew this was wrong, I didn’t object. My heart fluttered and I felt flush. With both fingers, he explored my entrance, gently dabbing his thick fingers into my tight hole.

While he kissed me, I leaned into him, slipping my arms around his waist, hips leaning into his fingers to take more of them. My legs straightened out around his torso, sitting on either side of his body. Breaking the kiss, I leaned back towards the arm of the couch, my back arching as he pumped his fingers in and out of me. I wanted more.

For what seemed like an hour, he fucked my pussy with his fingers before sliding my panties down my legs and tossing them aside. I felt his thumb press against my clit, jolting with pleasure as he rubbed it hard. My hips bucked into the air with such force it startled me, my slit sliding along his finger as I moved. The hip movement became so erratic that I noticed he could barely keep his appendage in place. When he pulled away, my eyes opened, and I saw him pulling on the zipper to his black slacks. Underneath his briefs, I could see the outline of his thick shaft. Much bigger than what I’m used to, I thought to myself. He wiggled out of his briefs, throwing them with his slacks, and unbuttoned his white button-down shirt. The wait was agony.

When he finished undressing, he came to me as I lay on the couch. I spread my legs wide so he could fit between them. His knee sat in the V of my legs for a moment, his cock hovering close to my soaked cunt. My linen button-down top was ripped open, exposing my matching bra to the chilly air of the apartment. For a moment, he wrestled with the front of my bra to free my breasts from their cage by pulling the bra down, revealing them from the top. The extra lift made my 36 D tits look bigger, pushing them together.

“You’re mine,” he said, sitting back, tip pressing into my slick walls.

I bit my lower lip in anticipation, looking down at him entering me over my black-rimmed glasses. Before he entered me, I saw his hand reach back. I shot him a confused look just as he brought his hand down swiftly go give my clit a slap. My hips jolted up as sharp electricity shot through my body. He smiled and then slid in with such ease, my canal stretching to accommodate his size rather quickly. A sharp moan escaped my lips, feeling him press against the back of my cervix with gusto. It felt like he had impaled me, and I loved the sensation. My legs closed around him, pulling him in as far as he could go, my pussy filled to the brim with his hot flesh.

It didn’t take long for us to find a rhythm of pushes and counter-pushes. Our sounds echoed in the apartment like chorus. For several lustful minutes, I savoured the feeling of him pulling all the way out and thrusting back in. Eagerly, he picked up the pace, hammering harder and faster into my inner sanctum. Sweat began to roll down his face and bead up on my own skin, causing chills to run down my spine with each gust of the air that passed with each push. I cried out repeatedly, nearly screaming as he fucked me. I felt a smile creep across my lips and thought about how I would not be as tight after this and wondered if my husband would notice. My body trembled and I felt my peak nearing. My hand reached down to circle my clit for a moment before my body surged with ecstasy, and I reached my climax.

“Oh fuck, Rob...erto...” I cried out loudly, clutching the couch’s velvet fabric with my free hand.

At long last, I felt him erupt inside of me, his seed coating the inside my canal. His hot fluids gushed inside me, cock throbbing and twitching along with my own cunt’s tremors. Roberto breathed heavily for several minutes, thrusting inside me still. His vigour enthralled me and filled me with an exhausted bliss.

“He’ll never know it’s me who got you pregnant,” Roberto winked, pulling out of me.

I clenched my hole closed, raising my lower half into the air so none of his cum would leak out.

“Never,” I affirmed.

With a sudden jolt, I awoke. I was not on my sofa – I was on my bed, beside my husband who lay soundly snoring beside me.