Déjà vu

“Of course I feel something,” Monica admitted. “When I’m with anyone else I have to constantly keep myself in check, think about what I’m saying, or thinking. But with you, everything feels so…natural. You don’t judge me, wouldn’t judge me, you can just match me thought for thought, word for word…but it also doesn’t matter. I’m married to Gregory. I’ve spent a long time training myself not to get into these situations. Not because I didn’t want to, but because I didn’t want to hurt Gregory.”

Robert’s lips twitched into a sad smile. He was disappointed but respectful. At least he would always have the memory of their time together…

“At least until Kurt fucked me at the clinic.”

His breath caught in his throat, and he blinked a few times as his mind considered whether he’d really heard what he thought he’d just heard.

“Heather came to the clinic looking for birth control. You know how traditional this town can be, so I couldn’t oblige but I could give out free condoms to one of the boys. The next day she brought Kurt to see me and…he reminded me so much of you when you were younger. Cocky and energetic. Well-endowed too. I know you’re not even related by blood but that magnetic personality…it just reminded me of you. After years of training myself not to even consider other men, telling myself that I was satisfied with Gregory and my toys, being the good wife that I vowed to be…I fucked Kurt. And ever since you’ve been on my mind.”

“What exactly are you saying?” Robert slid his hands up from her shoulders to cup her face, making a mental note to discuss the birth control issue with Heather later.

“I…I don’t know. All I know is that I was surprised to discover that you here, right at the exact moment that I was. It felt like you stepped right out of my fantasies and back into my life, Robert. I sound like a school girl but, doesn’t that feel like fate? And ever since I saw you in the living room, trousers tight with your erection…I’ve felt this itching, urging need that I’ve tried to suppress. But, Robert, it’s overwhelming me. Right now, it’s very difficult to even think about Gregory…” she paused, looking up into his piercing blue eyes. “…or my family.”

A shiver of anticipation ran along her spine as Robert stepped closer to her. As his face leaned in towards hers, she felt his breath upon her mouth, and licked her lips tasting him on her tongue. The man who was not her husband pressed his lips to hers, her mouth opening to meet him. Their tongues entwined, drawing the other in as passion gripped them. The wet smacking sounds of their mouths echoed in the cave as Monica’s hand dropped to Robert’s crotch, sliding her palm along the length of his cock through his trousers.

Robert’s hands were on the move too, his fingertips trailing down her neck to her collarbone towards the buttons of her shirt. But he didn’t stop there, as she expected, instead lowering his hands to her waist. With a grip on her hips, his other hand slipped even further down her body, before being shoved up her pencil skirt. She gasped into his mouth as she felt his strong, firm fingers squelch against the damp warmth that had soaked her white thong. In one swift motion Robert took her material in his fist and yanked the underwear from her body. The respectable, well educated doctor let out an animalistic, guttural groan as she felt herself suddenly bare between her legs.

Tossing the shredded panties aside, Robert pulled his mouth from hers, leaving her weak and panting. There wasn’t much time to catch her breath though as Monica felt his strong hands on her waist turning her around to face the cave wall, pressing his straining cock in his trousers against her tight, round rear. She felt his knuckles graze her thighs as he grabbed at the hem of her skirt and leaned forward to whisper in her ear.

“I want you,” he growled breathily. “Want to love you, want to ravage you, want to fuck you.”

“Aaah, fuck, yeeesssss, I want to feel that thick, hard cock inside me again,” she moaned huskily, pressing her back against his chest and grinding her ass against the bulge of his cock. “Fuck, this is wrong, so fucking wrong.”

“Gregory never has to know. Your children never need to know. Heather…we just won’t tell them.” Robert told her as his hands lifted her skirt up over the curvature of her buttocks, her bare smooth cheeks being exposed to him. “You can keep fucking me while keeping up the façade of being a good, honest wife.”

“Uuuuuh, fuck, fuck ah…no…no one can know,” Monica moaned loudly, rolling her hips, along with her now exposed rear, back, her bare pussy making contact with the thick shape of his cock in his trousers. “No one can know that I belong to you. That this pussy belongs to your cock. No one can know that I’m just another one of your sluts.”

“Oh Monica, you could never be just another one of my sluts,” Robert teased as he slipped a hand between them. “You’re the queen of all my sluts.”

First, Monica heard the zipper and then the slap as his bare cock smacked against her ass when he pulled it out through his fly. Taking the shaft in his hand, he guided the head between her legs, rubbing her tip along her pussy lips. Bolts of electric pleasure fired from her cunt as he teased her hole, lubing up his dick with her leaking juices.

Getting serious, looking for confirmation and consent before the threw themselves down this rabbit hole again, Robert asked her pointedly, “Are you sure?”

Monica responded by reaching back and grabbing his head, pulling him in for a kiss. At the same time, with Robert holding his cock at Monica’s entrance, she pushed her hips back feeling his thick, wide cockhead spread her pussy lips. It slipped in like a warm knife through butter, Monica’s soaking wet cunt allowing him to penetrate her with the greatest of ease. He withdrew his hand from the shaft, pushing forward with his hips as she pushed back with hers, until his cock was buried balls deep inside her puss, giving him all the consent and affirmation that he needed.

“Yeeeeeeesssss,” Monica sang. “That’s what I’ve been missing.”

Robert knew exactly what she meant. Though what they were doing was wrong it felt so good to be back inside Monica’s snug, wet warmth after all these years. It was as though he had come home, back to where he belonged; in the dripping embrace of her tight cunt. And he hadn’t even begun to properly fuck her.