It was spiritual

Last year I found an old friend by searching for him online. It was a whim, and I'm not sure why I even thought of him, as I hadn't seen him in 19 years. We worked together and were friends back then. We used to enjoy going out to lunch and talking about art and stuff. We were never romantically involved, though there was always sexual tension between us. I remember that well.

I'm 59 now, and most of the people I hold dear to my heart have gone off of the grid or have gone nuts, so it was nice getting back in touch with him. He's 53. We traded emails, talked on the phone, and texted each other a bit. He was still the gem that I remembered.

He lives across the country and is still married. I'm married too and have a somewhat satisfying but boring life with my husband. It was a bit of a thrill to hear that he and his wife were passing through on a trip and were going to be here for a couple of days. I said I'd love to meet up, if that was okay with his wife. I remember her vaguely and didn't get a good vibe from her decades ago when we met.

They got into town and he texted me that his wife was going shopping at the mall for a few hours and he was going to be staying at the hotel. He asked if I'd meet up. I went over and it was wonderful to see him again. He was maybe even more attractive than he was back in the day: tanned, healthy, and fit. We had wine and chatted, and it was like turning back the clock. We picked up where we had left off and it was emotional and powerful. It was strong friend chemistry.

I was about to leave and he was about to give me a hug, but I wanted a kiss. I'd never kissed him before. He obliged and it was a nice one. It was a head-spinning, dizzy-making kiss. I felt like I was about to pass out and the variables in the air changed. I wanted him badly.

We probed tongues and it wasn't more than a minute later that I wanted more. I wanted to devour him, if that makes any sense. He needed to be inside of me. I said, "My pussy wants to kiss you on your dick," and pushed him down on the bed. We undressed.

I got on top of him and mounted him. We made love like the lovers we never were. He felt so good. We fucked the whole time with our tongues down each other's throats, making out like hot teenagers on a first date. I never wanted a man's cream more than in that moment. He delivered.

We finished and got dressed. On my way out of the hotel, I saw his wife pull up. She didn't recognize me, but I certainly recognized her. She had her shopping bags and looked a little dumpy and plain. The years had not treated her well.

I don't think she ever found out that I fucked her husband. My time with him was special. I'm reminded of the friends we have in the world who make our lives shine, intellectually and spiritually. If the circumstances were slightly different, I think my friend and I could have married, but the stars never aligned correctly.

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