From the first time Thomas and I fucked, we fucked any time we could sneak away! And I say we ‘fucked’ because that is exactly what we did. Thomas and I rarely made love. The chemistry between us was carnal, it was raw lust.  We fucked each other like lions, wild, unabashed and sometimes painful fucking! 

We thoroughly enjoyed fucking in his S-10 pickup truck, and even out in the open air in the bed of the truck. Quite often you could have found me bent over the tailgate with him pounding away from behind. Once we were caught by a crop duster! It was broad daylight, but we had driven way way back into one of his father’s fields so we were certain we were safe….until we saw the plane coming. It was dusting the exact field we were in so we had to scramble to escape.  We jumped in the truck buck naked and drove like hell, laughing all the way!!

Thomas had a brilliant idea one night when we were longing to escape the confines of his tiny truck. His family had an old house that no one was living in, located on a part of their farm.  We decided to break in and utilize that space for some adult recreation.  Inside, he threw me down on a dusty bed and we began tearing each other’s clothes off. I swear that boy only had to look at me and I was wild with desire. The taste of his mouth, the taste of his skin, the taste of his cock, I can still fully recall it.  His mouth hot on my neck with his cock bulging through his pants against me was all it took to have me screaming his name.

There was no better feeling than that moment of anticipation between feeling his dick pressed against my begging, dripping cunt and when he started to slowly push himself in, inch by inch, always ever so slowly…..looking me right in the eye, knowing that he was torturing me and giving me indescribable pleasure.  His body fit mine so perfectly. The friction between our bodies was exactly as God intended ecstasy to be. I could come over and over again just feeling his thrusts. His giant cock felt so amazing. To this day many of my fantasies are filled with recollections of reality.  I don’t need to dream about fantasy lover. I have had him. But as always, it couldn’t last forever.  I think we both knew that what we had was mostly based on lust and not love.  I think we did love each other, but we still had so much growing up to do at the time. We both moved on to new lovers.

I still see him often.  He is still a friend, neighbor and our families attend church together. He has kids the same age as mine.  It’s crazy really. But we both know…..it’s still there. It only takes a second of eye contact for the fire to be lit. I think our spouses suspect it. They probably should.  In one final bittersweet moment as I danced with him at his wedding, and my soon to be husband danced with his new bride, he pulled me close to him. The feel of his body pressed against mine sent memories of passion flooding back.  For an instant I almost didn’t trust myself. I had to push away. He pulled me back firmly and whispered in my ear….

“I will always love you….”

I left his wedding with mixed emotions. He picked a fine time to tell me that!! The one person in my entire life who had ever given me complete pleasure had just informed me he loved me…right after he married someone else.  Years later, once, when he was really intoxicated, he made a pass at me. He left an offer on the table…if I ever wanted to rekindle the flame……but by then we both had families. I am a lot of things…but a homewrecker is not one of them.