An Old Flame

This is my first time posting on here,so I am feeling somewhat nervous about the kind of reception I may get.
My story as yet is unfinished but I thought I would post this first part then, depending on response, may post the rest.

I do hope you enjoy. All constructive comments are most welcome.



I’d like to say the evening started out simply by my being simply intrigued. except I knew it was a good deal more than that and now I wasn’t so sure it had been such a good idea. Down below though a certain appendage of mine was begging to differ.

I was stood by the bar, waiting to be served some drinks. My sexy wife Lin and I had decided on going out for a few drinks and a meal however, unlike previous evenings, this particular evening we were far from being alone. We’d been joined by Dave, a guy my wife had once dated.

Their re-union had not been pure chance. It seemed Dave had contacted her though the website Friends re-united and having got her email address from her sister who had been registered on the site, had mailed her.

They had exchanged several mails before I ever got to know about it.

Lin eventually informed me about the guy several months ago. It seemed like us he had moved away from London, down to a sleepy village in Devon some 50 odd miles from where we lived in and to cut a long story short, it had been his suggestion to meet up and catch up on old times, hence my wife’s reason for letting me know about him for it was then she asked me if I was ok about the idea of her meeting him halfway for old times sake.

That was several months ago and since then (what I hadn’t known) was the two of them had met up on a number of other occasions and not, so it seemed, purely to catch up on old times. In truth what could I do? I suppose I could have said no but had I done that, what was there to stop her from meeting him anyway? Besides, I considered as she’d told me about him, the chances are it would be no more than had been suggested…a meet to catch up on times past.

Their meeting went ahead. They met at some equidistant point that suited them both and when Lin told me about their meeting it seemed they had indeed caught up on old times.

I put it all to the back of my mind which is where it would have remained had my wife not have met him again.

I’d found out about this purely by chance. I had come home early from working away to find my wife was out. To be fair I didn’t exactly expect her to be in just for me but I was surprised that she didn’t get in til after nine that evening.

When I asked where she had been she told me she’d simply been visiting a friend, which was of course true, what she didn’t tell me at first was just who this friend was. I don’t know why but there was something about her manner that evening that arose my suspicions. I also think it was more a case of guilty conscience but that night in bed when I pressed her again on where she had been she decided to confess all.

She told me who it was she had met… Dave…She went on to tell me she had seen him several times since that first meeting and when I pressed her on the point, “Was anything going on between the two of them?” she admitted there was.

She explained how at first it had been just as she’d said. They had met up…had a drink together, recounted old times and had departed with little more than a peck on the cheek. A few weeks later he had contacted her again and again had asked for her to meet him. When I asked her why she had gone this second time her answer was that though she knew it was wrong, something inside of her had wanted to know if there was still a spark left between them.

It seemed on this second occasion things had stepped up just a little for after they had enjoyed a drink and a chat they had gotten onto his car which he had driven to a secluded wooded area. When I asked what had happened Lin had told me they had kissed a little and had caressed one another, but that was as far as it had gone.

When he’d returned her to her car Lin said she had driven home vowing it would be the last time they would meet and as such there was no need to tell me what had taken place but a week or so later he had called her again, and again she had reneged on her own decision and had gone to meet him, this third meeting being that day.

Like before they had enjoyed a drink in a quiet pub and again when they had finished they had climbed into his car. She admitted she suspected he was going to try and do the same as he’d done before, drive off to somewhere quiet, secluded. She told me she had made her mind up to stop him if he tried, but when he started the car, when he pulled away out of the car park, as much as she was telling herself she needed him to stop and turn around, something inside of her stopped her prevented her from doing so.

Like before they stopped near some woods, a secluded out of the way place and like before, with the two of them alone they stopped talking and started kissing, touching, fondling one another.

As she had been telling me this I found myself imagining my wife alone with this guy in his car and could so easily picture his hands all over her body. At the very least I should have been annoyed yet instead I found the very idea of what she was telling me extremely arousing and when I again pressed her for more detail about what had happened in his car it hadn’t taken my wife long to realise her account of the meeting was getting me as aroused as it was her. Her hand had found my swelling member and as she recounted how Dave had tipped her seat back and had unbuttoned her blouse she felt my cock twitch.

“Are you angry with me?” she’d asked as her hand continued to rouse my ever hardening cock.

“Yes…. A little.” I’d replied

“Is it because I went behind your back?” she asked, adding, “Or because I have let another guy touch me?”

I had taken time to think for a moment before answering. “A bit of both, ” I had said.

She had continued to stroke her fingers against my stiffening cock.

Looking back, I believe it was then my wife took something of a risk. A turn of events which, though neither of us knew at the time, was to change our lives.

“Are you still angry with me darling? Or is this?” she squeezed my cock between her fingers, “a sign it’s turning you on hearing about how Dave was touching me up today?”

I couldn’t deny it. Even as she was speaking those words, and even though I had never met him, I had this vision of his fingers unbuttoning her blouse, his hands slipping inside, cupping her breasts over a lacy bra.

“A little….yes!” I’d replied.

“Hmmm! Just a little? Are you sure darling? Are you sure this,” again she squeezed me, “is more because you quite like the idea of his hands all over my body?”

She’d paused for a time, letting what she’d said sink in. She stroked at my cock once more.

“Would you have liked to have been there darling? Watching him unbutton my blouse. Watching as his fingers petted my breasts?”

She kissed me on the lips as her words brought my vision back to life. “Admit it darling! You’d have liked that wouldn’t you? Watching another guy getting it on with me?”

Not only could I not deny it, Lin also guessed she had got it right and chose to press on, using this to her advantage.

Her lips were now giving me lights pecks against my cheeks as she continued.

“Would you like me to go on darling? Would you like to me tell you how he made me feel?”

Aware she had the upper hand she didn’t wait for my answer.

“It felt good knowing he wanted me. Feeling his hands, his fingers on my breasts, another guy touching my body intimately, where only you should. He was turning me on darling and he knew it, so much so that when he slipped one of my breasts from the cup of my bra I begged him to suckle me. Does that excite you darling? Does it excite you hearing me tell you how it felt??

She didn’t need to ask. The reaction given by my cock was answer enough.

“His lips felt so good on my breasts,” she continued, “and when he started to kiss and lick and bite at my nipples, I was in heaven. I kept thinking of you darling and the idea what I was doing was so wrong, but the more I thought about it, the more aroused it was getting me. Oh God! He’s so expert darling. He knew just what it took to turn me on and feeling those lips of his drawn too and fro over my nipples, I wanted more. I grabbed at his hand and pushed it between my legs. I wanted him to know just how aroused he had gotten me. It’s not like he hadn’t been there before darling. He had, years ago, but I needed for him to know he was still capable of getting me wet and horny, just like I am now, just thinking about the two of us were doing.”

She broke from her description to press her silky lips over mine. The kiss was firm, passionate, a sure sign of how aroused she was feeling and as angry and jealous as I felt I was too aroused not to respond.

She broke from our embrace to continue with her description.

“He didn’t need any more encouragement. I knew it was what he’d been wanting all these weeks. I opened my legs and he pushed his hand up the inside of my thigh, onto my panties, these panties,” she said as she took my hand and placed it between her legs. “Feel how wet they are darling, and all because of Dave.”

Again she took time out to kiss my lips, her fingers still teasing their way up and down my hard erection. She squeezed firmly once more.

“It’s turning you on too isn’t it darling? The thought of your wife in his car.The thought of me being so naughty! Just imagine it! There I was, in his car. We were kissing….Hmmm! A better description would be snogging like a couple of teenagers. Only by then he had his fingers up my cunt!”

I groaned, unable to believe this was my wife talking to me! Never before had she spoken to me this way. Her fruity language alone was enough for my imagination to stir.I closed my eyes and could picture the two of them, could almost taste the smell of sex in the car. Her hand was moving along the length of my cock with purpose now. I could sense she was recalling the incident almost as if it were happening again. She pressed her lips over mine once more but this time, aroused like never before I closed my arms around her body and rolled her so she was on her back with me on top. She was hot…her breath coming in short sharp gasps. I could tell she needed relief, she needed to cum. She grabbed the back of my head and pulled me into an embrace, kissing me long and hard before moments later pushing me away.

“Ohhh God! I need to cum!” she screamed. “Finger me darling! Make me cum just like Dave did!” she mewled.

I moved off her body, slightly to one side. I slid my hand upwards along her thigh. Her hips bucked, showing how eager she was for my fingers. I pushed aside her gusset and slipped two fingers into her very wet and horny cunt.

She bucked from the hips again, driving her pussy upwards onto my fingers.