First day at my new job.  New location, new life.  Halfway through the morning, I saw a ghost.  Or rather, a figure from my past.  And what a figure!

"Carol?"

I said, unbelieving.  She turned;

"Martin?"

Also full of disbelief.  It was her alright, how could I ever forget?  Ten years ago, we had had a fling.  More than a fling, a torrid, steamy extra-marital affair.  It had ended by agreement, we were both married.  Happily we thought, there were kids, mortgages.  I was also older, she was thirty, I was forty.  It was a stupid thing to do.  We ended it.  That had been ten years ago.

But it had been the best sex of my life, before or since.  We were made for each other, Romeo and Juliet.  But we had walked away from each other, common sense triumphing over libido.  She had left soon afterwards.  Now history was repeating itself.  We were standing in a different office, a hundred miles away and ten years later.  Kismet?

We arranged to meet for lunch and a catch-up.  It was me who asked the killer question;

"Are you still married to Whats-his-name?"

She hesitated;

"Yes and no.  We are not together any more, but nor are we divorced.  You?"

I was divorced, recently.  A nasty, expensive, bitter divorce.  That was why I had moved, to start afresh.

"Are you… with anyone?"

I asked.  She was not.  She had had several relationships since she had separated from her ex, but no one at present.  We arranged to have dinner together.

It reminded me of my first date, I was shaking enough to spill my drink.  The meal went well, washed down with good wine and by the time dessert arrived, I had calmed down.  But it was Carol who gently touched the back of my hand and said;

"Do you think the old spark is still there?"

Spark?  To me it was a raging fire, my cock was making a bid for freedom.

"Burning brightly."

I said.

"I have my own place," she said.  "Would you like to come back for… coffee?"

Astonishingly, I said no.  She looked crestfallen.  I explained;

"I want you more than I have ever wanted anything, but I want it to be perfect.  It's late, tomorrow is a work day, let me arrange something this weekend so that we can be together properly."

She nodded.  She was silent in the taxi back to hers, but we did hold hands.  I kissed her goodnight and left, hoping against hope that I hadn't blown it.  Our affair had been a furtive thing, fucking whenever we could, always in fear of being caught.  Things were different now, no partners, kids all grown up, no obstacles.  Yes, I wanted to fuck her, not once, but over and over again.  I had ten years to make up.

I regretted it as soon as I slipped into my lonely bed, my cock was still hard, as it had been for most of the evening.  I took it in hand and began to wank, thinking that it could have been inside Carol's sweet cunt.  But that was nothing new, she had been my go to wank fodder for ten years.

The next day, I called a five star country house hotel about fifty miles away and booked one of their best rooms.  I informed Carol by text.  We were working for the same company, but we were not even in the same building.  Just as well, the company had a strict 'no fraternising' rule, breaking it meant dismissal, we had to be careful.

I picked her up from her home and we drove to the hotel.  We checked in and decided to eat early.  My nervousness during our first date was nothing to how I felt when we finally closed the door on the world.  She used the bathroom first, coming out wrapped from neck to feet in a silk robe.  Then it was my turn.  There seemed no point in covering up, but I willed the erection that a had been sporting, to subside enough so that it wasn't the first thing to come through the door.

She was in bed with the duvet up to her neck. I showed her the condoms I had brought, she shook her head and said;

"I want to feel you."

I slipped in beside her, she was deliciously naked.  She was trembling, I wasn't only me that was nervous.  I kissed her very gently, she said;

"I feel like I did on my wedding night."

I knew what she meant.  Even though my own marriage had been pre-consumated hundreds of times, on our wedding night, I suffered a failure to launch.  I couldn't get it hard enough to put it in.  My bride found it hilarious and used her hands and mouth on my reluctant member, eventually mounting me cowgirl fashion.  I have never suffered in that way since and I was unlikely to now, I could have spun a plate on it.

But I was in no hurry.  I had waited ten years for this, I could wait another ten minutes.  I kissed and caressed every part of Carol's lovely body, causing her to squeal and gasp with delight.  When I reached my prime target, I kissed the surrounding flesh over and over, avoiding the contact that we both wanted so much.

The lights in the room were on and the duvet gone.  I happen to believe that every part of a woman is beautiful, including and especially, her cunt.  Carol's was the most beautiful I have ever seen, in the flesh or in porn.  Since my last aquaintance, she had completely depilated, leaving her treasure fully exposed.

I teasingly kissed all around it, carefully avoiding her quivering clitoris, gleaming with her juices, finally placing a kiss on her smooth mound before kissing her pouting lips, then drilling deeply into her wet, welcoming cunt, brimming with her sweet nectar.

She cried out and arched her body from the bed.  I reached up and cupped a tit in each hand to hold her in place as I drank from her, determined to suck her dry.  Eventually I relented and sucked her clit between my lips.  She climaxed instantly.  As her aftershocks rippled through her, I scrambled up and slid my raging cock into her.  She groaned as it filled her, wrapped her arms and legs around me and growled;

"Fuck me."

Under the circumstances, I could not expect to last long and it took only a few deep thrusts before I was pumping generously into her.  She came again as my spunk flooded her.  I stayed inside her, showering her face and tits with kisses until I softened enough to slip out.  I rolled off to lie alongside and said;

"Thank you, that was the most enjoyable fuck of my life."

She turned towards me felt for my sticky cock and added;

"So far."

A clear promise of things to come.

"I love you," I said.  "I have since the first time I saw you.  You're not getting away this time."

My cock was showing renewed interest, she moved close and blew gently in my ear, my cock snapped to attention like a Jack-in-a-box.

"You remembered."

I said.

"It always worked, every time," she said softly.  "I could never forget."

She went down and sucked it into her mouth.  Bliss.  She instinctively knew how long to suck me for, then straddled me and impaled herself on my cock.

I have always loved cowgirl, it allows my hands freedom to stroke and fondle.  My second coming was not long coming, but not before she had ridden me to her own orgasm.  We lay in each others arms, I felt happier than I had for years.

"I have a confession to make," I said.  " For ten years, I have wanked myself off thinking of you."

She kissed me and said;

"Me too."

I was truly shocked.  Of course women wank, but I had never been with anyone who had admiitted it.  I said;

"I would love to see you masturbate."

She kissed me again and said;

"Fasten your seat belt."

She rolled away from me, pushed herself up onto her knees with her head and shoulders on the bed, ripe tits dangling.   She reached under and began to play with herself.  I scrambled down for a better view.  And what a view.  My cock was fully erect again, more in hope than anticipation, it had been many years since I came more than twice in one session.  Even so, it felt good.

To my amazement, I felt the sap rising.  Surely not?  But this gorgeous woman was better than any aphrodisiac.  I shot my come all over her gaping cunt, flashing fingers buttocks and rosebud arsehole.  She squealed in delight and came with me.

I admired her shapely arse, glazed with my cum.  I leaned forwards and did something that I had never done.  I licked up my spunk.  She loved it, pushing her arse back so that I could clean the crack.  I didn't stop there, I rimmed her arsehole and pushed my tongue inside as far as I could.

We fell asleep I  each other's arms and I slept a deep, satisfied sleep.  Carol woke me up by sucking my cock, but this time, not to get me hard enough to fuck her again.  She sucked until my spunk exploded into her mouth, then swallowed.  She licked her lips and said;

"Good morning sleepy head, how do you feel?"

"Wonderful," I replied.  "I feel like I have been roused from ten years sleep."

"And I'm the one to wake your sleeping beauty with a kiss?"

I nodded and said;

"Some kiss."

"Yes," she said.  That was the first time I have ever swallowed, er, spunk."

"Really?"

"Yes, you licked it off me, I drank it straight from the source."

She lowered her eyes and said falteringly;

"Erm… that thing that you did with your tongue, up my, my bum, was fantastic.  I would like you to fuck me there, but go easy, I've never had it that way."

We decided to order breakfast in the room, we were ravenous.  We took turns to shower until it arrived.  I was anxious to go shopping.

Like her, I had never experienced anal sex, much as I had wanted to.  I was realising just what a bad marriage I had had, at least as far as sex was concerned.  I liked to wank myself off and shoot my cum onto my wife's body.  Anywhere, but especially onto her tits.  She didn't enjoy it, but allowed it.  What I had done with Carol, spunk onto her arse and cunt, was also something she tolerated, but she would never masturbate for my pleasure, nor would she spread her cunt lips to receive my tribute.  And never, never, never, had I been allowed to fuck her in the arse.

I would be shopping for one thing only.  Lubricant.  Neither of us had come that prepared.  We considered alternatives, hand cream and the like, but decided that we should use something designed for the purpose.

I went alone.  Carol opted to try the hotel massage during my absence.  I found a small convenience store not far away, probably better stocked than most supermarkets, but of course at higher prices.  It was a long shot, but sure enough, among the pharmaceutical goods I found what I was looking for.  I'm convinced that the Asian man on the till gave me a sly grin.

Carol was still enjoying her massage when I returned.  I was keen to get on with some serious sodomy, but she said we should save for later.  Instead, we took a stroll around the hotel grounds in lovely spring sunshine, used the hotel pool and had a late lunch in the restaurant.

Back in the room, I asked Carol if she had changed her mind.

"No," she said.  "I want it, I've always wanted to try it.  I want it to be you, but go easy, you're not lacking in the pink snake department."

I have always considered myself average, what had she been used to?  But I was in no hurry, this was special, a one off.  There is only one first time for anything.  I didn't want acquiescence, I wanted her begging for it.

We were soon naked on the bed, kissing and fondling.  No words were needed, I could sense her arousal building.  Mine was pretty obvious, my pink snake a totem pole.  I asked her to take the position that she was in when she had masturbated for me.  I showered her shapely buttocks with kisses, all the time getting closer to her cunt, welling with juice, and my final destination, the pink, brown pucker of her arsehole, clamped tightly shut.

I licked her cunt from clit to perineum,  lingering over that no-mans land, each each time circling the pucker with my tongue until I was able to penetrate with my stiffened tongue.  She was as ready as she would ever be.  I drizzled lubricant on to it and this time, circled it with the pad of my thumb.  More lube, more pressure, then to the surprise of us both, my thumb entered.

I worked the thumb in and out gently, rotating it, enlarging the tight hole.  My fingers were touching the lips of her dripping cunt, I pushed both the middle and ring fingers inside, by closing my hand, I could feel my probing thumb.  I rubbed fingers and thumb together, separated only by the thin dividing wall between the two portals to pleasure

Carol gasped and said;

"Whatever you're doing, remember it, I want more.  But right now, I need you to put your cock in my arse."

Still with fingers and thumb inside, I slathered more lubricant on both her hole and my cock, withdrew my fingers and turned my hand so that my fingers were now on her tail bone.  I placed the tip of my cock beneath my thumb and as I pulled out my thumb, pushed in my plum.

It slipped inside quite easily, but then she realised that I was entered and her sphincter instinctively tightened to block me, clamping my cock tightly.  But I was in, bridgehead established, and I was not going to retreat now.  I pushed forwards gently but firmly, making tiny thrusts, gaining ground a few millimetres with each thrust until I was fully home.  I held myself deep inside and asked how she felt.

"Stretched," she groaned.  "Very full.  Get on with it, fuck me."

I didn't last long.  After much too short a time, for the first time ever, I was blasting my spunk up an arse.

Recovering later, I asked Carol again if it was okay for her.  She said that it had not really hurt, it felt uncomfortable, but full of new sensations, adding that she could feel my spurts as I came.

The rest of the weekend seem to speed by, we didn't leave the room again until the stipulated evacuation time, midday Sunday.  We spent the entire time sucking and fucking, ordering room service when we felt hungry.

Much of the drive home was in silence, each of us occupied by our own thoughts.  As we stopped outside her flat, I said;

"We need to be careful, the 'no frat' rule could cost one or both of us our job."

Carol shook her head and said;

"I'm already working my notice, I was head hunted.  I've had a better offer."

She leaned over to kiss me, adding;

"So in the words of the poet, fuck 'em!"

Ten years later, we are still together.  Married now.  Carol is my world, our life together is wonderful.  Especially our sex life.

The spark burns more brightly than ever.