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She and I met in 1999, when we were both 18, through a mutual friend at the time. We became friends, then eventually started dating. It wasn't always an easy relationship, partially due to racial differences (I'm white, she's black), but we were managed to deal with it and were involved, off-and-on, for about five years or so. We even lived together for a while during that time. Eventually, we broke up for good, but still remained friends, and soon fell into this purely sexual, NSA relationship for a period of time. After a while, she moved out of state in order to help out a sick relative, and, despite our best efforts, we eventually lost contact.
Meanwhile, I had other girlfriends over the years, but nothing serious. Then, one day a few years ago, I got an invitation to her wedding. I'd hoped to go, but couldn't get off work to attend, so I just sent her a gift. We still kept exchanging emails and phone calls, and I congratualted her on the birth of her first child about a year later.
In January, I got a message that she was coming back into town to visit some of her family still here, and suggeste that we get together for lunch. We went to her favorite restaurant, where we had a great meal and caught up on our lives. It was a nice time, and we parted ways afterwards, at which point I headed home. I was awoken the next day by her knocking on my door. She invited herself in and got comfortable on my couch. We talked a little while before she admitted that she'd been thinking about old times and how much fun we had.
Meanwhile, I had other girlfriends over the years, but nothing serious. Then, one day a few years ago, I got an invitation to her wedding. I'd hoped to go, but couldn't get off work to attend, so I just sent her a gift. We still kept exchanging emails and phone calls, and I congratualted her on the birth of her first child about a year later.
In January, I got a message that she was coming back into town to visit some of her family still here, and suggeste that we get together for lunch. We went to her favorite restaurant, where we had a great meal and caught up on our lives. It was a nice time, and we parted ways afterwards, at which point I headed home. I was awoken the next day by her knocking on my door. She invited herself in and got comfortable on my couch. We talked a little while before she admitted that she'd been thinking about old times and how much fun we had.
At some point, we started kissing, and she suggested we head into my bedroom. I initially tried to resist, but found myself seriously turned on at the idea of ******* a married woman. In the bedroom, we started kissing on the bed, as she worked my **** free of my shorts. I'd forgotten how talented she was with her mouth, but she gve me a world-class ******* for several minutes, before we shed the rest of our clothes. She climbed on top of me, and we spent over an hour ******* each other. We both agree that it was the best sex either of us has had in many years. The next day, she went home to her husband and daughter. We've talked discretely since then, and we both hope to get together again if we get a chance. I'm really looking forward to it.
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