29 comments/ 31242 views/ 1 favorites Roxanne's Reunion By: JustLikeEwe This story involves a middle-aged married couple who share a computer. What you will be reading is true. I would like you, the reader, to put yourself in the shoes of the author. After you have read the story, I would love it if you would be so kind as to leave a comment in the section provided. Let me know how you think you would have handled it. What would you have done differently? Also, if you yourself have experienced something similar in nature (and I'm sure some people have), I would enjoy hearing how you reacted. Not to spoil the ending, but nobody gets shot or becomes a cuckold. This is just people acting and reacting in real time and real life. .................... Chapter One - Us. I'm 53 years old and live in the Northeast part of the United States with Roxanne, my wife of 14 years. It's the second marriage for both of us, and while we have no children together, I have a boy and a girl from my first marriage. Both are adults and out on their own, doing well, and all of us get along just fine. Our marriage is like most, I suppose. There are good times and bad times, but fortunately for us the good outweigh the bad, which I suppose is why we're still together. We both work, and while we aren't wealthy by any stretch of the imagination, we have a nice house along with the usual middle-class creature comforts. Life is good. ... Chapter Two - Sleepless night. I was having trouble sleeping one night, and not wanting to disturb my wife, I tiptoed out of the bedroom and went into the computer room. Usually a little time in front of the computer screen is all I need to make my eyes tired enough to get back to sleep, so I slid into the chair and lit up the monitor. Roxanne had forgotten to log out, as was frequently her custom. She's not very computer savvy, so this was nothing new. I was just about to switch users when I saw a strange icon on the bottom of the screen. It was for an instant messenger account, and this struck me as odd, because I didn't think that she would even know about those things. I had never gotten involved with any of them myself, and was content with the traditional e-mail. What I did next would be something that would change my life dramatically, and to this day I'm not sure if I would have been better off not doing it and simply turning the computer off and going back to bed. I didn't, however. What I did was to click on the icon, and when I did, the screen popped up and revealed a whole other side of my wife that I hadn't thought possible. On the screen was a transcript of a conversation between Roxanne and a man named Richard. The chat was rather mundane, but my natural curiosity overwhelmed my sense that I was violating my wife's privacy, so I read what was on the screen, and after I finished it I went back and caught up on the entire series of chats, which Roxanne had archived, and this is what I found out. ... Chapter Three - A blast from the past. From what I was able to learn from the conversations, Richard was an old boyfriend of Roxanne's. Old as in back in high school days. My wife had gotten an e-mail from some reunion website that indicated that someone was looking for her, and she apparently did whatever one does to find out what that was all about, so that was how she eventually made contact with the guy. As I read the conversation, I admit to feeling guilty about it, but it was interesting to read as it revealed some things about my wife's distant past. It was like reading a secret diary, and even though there was nothing earthshaking at first, I was hooked. Richard was one of Roxanne's first boyfriends, and from what I was able to gather, she had fallen for him in a big way. They had gone together for quite a while, and for whatever reason, this Richard had broken up with Roxanne. Those things happened all the time when you're a teenager, but what struck me was the way this seemed to resonate with Roxanne. This was a woman just shy of 50 years old, yet these events of more than 30 years ago were quite vivid in both of their minds. It felt like Roxanne was still in love with this guy, and for his part Richard seemed to be still quite enamored with my wife. The chat ended with a kiss and a hug, as well as a promise to chat again tomorrow. I closed the computer down and thought about what I had just read. It would be tough for me to get mad over what I had just read, I concluded. Just a couple of old lovers reuniting after more than three decades, and besides, the guy lived clear across the country. He was married and claimed to be happy, and Roxanne had said the same thing to him. Nothing to be concerned about, I said to myself as I went back to bed and spooned against my sleeping wife. Still and all, I knew that I would be keeping an eye on that conversation, but only for my own amusement, I told myself. .... Chapter Four - 1/12/2008 Richard: I missed you last night. Roxanne: I know. Sorry. My husband was on the computer and I dozed off waiting for him to get off. Richard: You should get your own computer. That way you wouldn't have to worry about him seeing what you're doing. Roxanne: Why? This isn't wrong, what we're doing, is it? Richard: No. At least not yet :) but who knows? Now that I've found you again there's no way I'm going to let you get away from me again. Roxanne: I didn't get away back then, remember? You dumped me. Never told me why either. Richard: Probably because I didn't have a good reason. Hey, I was young, dumb and full of cum. Roxanne: I know (lol). You know, that really hurt me. Richard: My bad. Think of how different our lives would have been. Roxanne: I wouldn't have suffered through that shitty first marriage of mine for one thing. Richard: And you wouldn't be typing at a computer right now either. We'd be in bed, making love. Roxanne: Still a horny dude I see. Richard: When it comes to you, always! I dug out the old yearbook and keep looking at your picture. You were so beautiful. Probably still are. Roxanne: Liar. But keep going. I like it. Richard: Send me a picture of you now, will ya? I'll send you one of mine. Roxanne: I'll try, but I'm not too swift about things like this. Richard: Tell me what you look like now. Roxanne: I'm 30 years older and probably 30 pounds heavier too! Richard: Same here, but you were such a petite girl to begin with. Roxanne: Yeah, we made quite a pair, you and me. Richard: You don't know how many times I've kicked myself over you. That was the biggest mistake in my life. Leaving you. Roxanne: You're making me cry. Richard: I'm serious, babe. Roxanne: Me too. Richard: Talk again tomorrow night. Love ya! Roxanne: Me too. Bye. My wife exchanged pictures with her long lost lover, and putting a face on this mystery man brought me closer into this little passion play. Richard was a decent enough looking guy, I suppose, resembling the wrestler turned Governor Jesse Ventura in a way. The picture Roxanne had sent to him was a simple face shot of herself, and not all that flattering either, but when they chatted again, Richard seemed very impressed. The conversations had begun taking on a more intimate tone, I noticed, but as it turned out they were just getting warmed up. ... Chapter Five - 1/14/2008 Richard: Your picture. I can't get over it. You look even better than you did back in high school. Roxanne: You don't look so bad yourself. Very distinguished looking with the bald head. Richard: Why thank you my love. It was going anyway, so I just decided to help the process along. Roxanne: Does your wife like it? Richard: I guess. Who knows? I like your hair short. You always wore it long back then. Roxanne: Too much trouble. I like it shorter so I don't have to spend all day on it. Richard: I was thinking about you all last night. Remember the first time we made love? Roxanne: Of course. It still hurts :) Richard: I tried to be gentle. Roxanne: I know, but you were my first. Richard: I remember. You were so tight. Oops. Getting carried away here. Hope you don't mind. Roxanne: No, that's okay. Richard: Good. Hoped you hadn't turned into a prude or something. Roxanne: Me? Never! Richard: That's good to know. You weren't my first. Roxanne: I know. You had them lined up back then. Richard: But you were the best. Roxanne: I doubt that. I didn't have a clue what I was doing. Richard: You learned fast though. Roxanne: Well, everything I learned, you taught me. I was the most ignorant and naive girl in the world. Richard: Look babe, I have to go. I'm going to send you another picture though. Hope it brings back some memories. Bye love. The picture he sent my wife was a shot of him standing on the deck of what seemed to be a backwoods cabin. It wasn't a lewd or a graphic picture, but it was a picture that certainly got one's attention. Richard was standing nonchalantly, one hand on the porch pillar and the other hand holding a beer. He looked very comfortable and happy, and he was also very nude. When I first looked at the photo, my first thought was that the guy looked a bit like me. We were both around a half century old, and showing the usual signs of that. He was a husky guy, much like me as well, but that was were the comparisons ended. To put it bluntly, the guy was hung like a horse. I didn't gawk at the picture, but I saw enough to realize that the guy was as big flaccid as I was hard. This was putting more than a face on the conversation, and I was curious as to what Roxanne's reaction would be. ... Chapter Six - 1/18/2008 Richard: Missed you last night. Hoped I didn't scare you away. Did you get the picture I sent you? Roxanne: Oh yes, I sure did. Richard: Did it bring back memories? Roxanne: For sure. Richard: What did you think? Roxanne: Uh... you did gain a few pounds I see. Richard: Anything else? Roxanne: Well, I see you still drink Bud. Richard: That's right :) Roxanne: I must get attracted to the same type of men, because your build is a lot like my husband's. Richard: Really? Roxanne: Yeah, he's a big bear too. Richard: I see. When you say that's he's built like me, do you mean everywhere? Richard: Hello? You still there? Roxanne: Still here. Richard: Well? Roxanne: I'm not comfortable talking about him like this. Richard: Oh. Sorry. Roxanne: Aren't you afraid? Sending a picture of yourself like that? What if it ended up on the Internet or something? Richard: I trust you. It's not like you haven't seen it before. Besides, I haven't got anything to be ashamed of, do I? Roxanne: No. Richard: So how about you? Send me a picture of yourself. Roxanne: I did. Richard: I mean something a little more revealing :) Roxanne: Me naked? No way! Richard: Not naked, but just something that gives me an idea of what you look like now. We're 3000 miles apart, so you're safe. Babe, I can still remember those perky breasts of yours. Roxanne: Perky? Ha! I'm a cow these days. You should see me. Richard: I agree. I should. Roxanne: Funny guy. The perky days are long gone. I only weigh about 25 pounds more than I did in high school, but it all went on top. Richard: That's a good place, isn't it? Roxanne: Better than some other places, I guess. Richard: So the days of Roxanne Barton and her 32B's are over. Roxanne: It's not Barton any more, but how sweet of you to remember my bra size after all these years :) Richard: I remember all of the important things. So how about that picture? Roxanne: I'll see what I can do. It was around this time that I was tempted to step in and put an end to this little party, and would have if Roxanne had sent something to this guy that was as revealing as what he sent to her. I didn't, because what he got was a picture of my wife sitting in front of the computer. She was wearing a white tank-top with no bra, but it wasn't anything she wouldn't wear around the house in nice weather. If the guy was a neighbor stopping by for a burger and a beer on a hot summer day, he would get the same eyeful that the picture provided. I never knew the Roxanne he was familiar with, as she wore a C cup when we met 15 years ago, and those perky breasts he knew had developed into the full and lush breasts that filled every bit of the 44D brassieres she wore these days. Besides, she looked damn good for a woman nearing 50, and at that point the thought of some guy drooling over her on the other side of the country didn't bother me at all. Besides, it would give him another reason to see what he missed out on. ... Chapter Seven - 1/19/2008 Richard: I have to tell you something. Promise not to get mad. Roxanne: That depends on what it is. Richard: Your picture. When I saw you. Roxanne: You threw up? Richard: No. I masturbated. Roxanne: Oh. Richard: Twice. Once right after I saw it and again in the middle of the night when I woke up with a hard-on and couldn't sleep. You made me feel like I was 19 again. Mad? Roxanne: No. Guess not. Actually, I'm kinda flattered. When you get to be an old bag it feels good to get some attention. Even that. Richard: You don't get attention at home? Or at least not enough? Roxanne: No, things are fine here. I just meant that it's nice to hear that people still think you're attractive. Richard: I think I know what you mean. Could not believe how much you've changed. Roxanne: I know. A couple of people who hadn't seen me in years thought I got implants or something when they saw me. Where were they back in the day? I could have used something up there back then. Richard: You looked spectacular back then too, trust me. Remember that one night when you let me... do you mind if I get a little graphic? Roxanne: Go ahead. I'll slap you if you get too fresh. Richard: Deal. Well, remember that one night when you let me put my dick between your breasts and you squeezed them together? Roxanne: LOL! That was so pitiful. Me trying to get my little sprouts around you. Richard: It worked for me, as I recall. Roxanne: I'll say! I remember trying to get your stuff out of my hair before I went home. If I ever came home with your stuff hanging off my head I would have got shot by my old man. Richard: And I would have been next! He wasn't too crazy about me as I recall. Remember that night when we made love on the 50 yard line of the football field? Roxanne: Right on the logo of the school! Both times. We did it there twice, remember?' Richard: Of course I remember. We did it doggy-style the second time. It was cold and windy. Roxanne: It was never too cold or windy for you :) Richard: You got that right. And you were no wallflower by that time either, if I recall. Roxanne: Guilty. I guess that was a result of a lot of pent-up feelings. You keep your legs together as long as I had, when you finally get going, look out! LOL! Richard: You were insatiable. You were the only girl that was as horny as I was. Lucky for me I was always "up" for whatever you had in mind. Roxanne: Then why did you break up with me? Richard: I told you. I don't know. I got told something by somebody and I believed it instead of just asking you. Roxanne: You were the only one. Period. You were the only guy I ever had sex with, and my first husband was the second. How I loved you. You'll never know how much that hurt. Richard: I think I do. I'm paying the price now. Roxanne: Things turned out okay for both of us though. Eventually. You're happy and I'm happy. Richard: Are you, Roxanne? Are you happy? Roxanne: Yes. Aren't you. Richard: What kind of person am I if I admitted that part of me wished that you weren't happy? Roxanne: Don't know what you mean. Richard: Never mind. Guess I'm just tired and kind of excited, reliving old times. I know what I'm going to do now. What about you? Roxanne: Go to sleep probably. My eyes are tired. Richard: I'm going to do something that will help me sleep. Night love. ... Chapter Eight - Violating trust. Strangely enough, I enjoyed reading these conversations. I found them erotic, and gave me a different perspective on the woman I married. This was a whole different person that the one I knew, and getting this glimpse of her younger years was very erotic to me. So you don't misunderstand, I'm not one of these types of guys who salivates at the thought of his wife with another guy. If I ever got wind of that, I'd be gone in a heartbeat. The thought of becoming a cuckold is revolting to me. This was different. This was a life lived three decades ago. I could tell some stories of my own, and have in the past. My past life was an open book, and I shared a whole lot of things with Roxanne about my earlier relationships. I'm not proud of some things, but I'm honest about them. So I continued reading. It had become so much a part of my life, this ritual of checking their almost daily correspondence, that I actually looked forward to it at this point. The thought that I was violating a trust crossed my mind often, but I justified it by telling myself that all of my e-mail accounts were available for her to do exactly what I was doing. Did I ever have conversations with women? Absolutely. Through writing at literotica, I had run across many females, and had enjoyed the flirting and chatting that resulted after they contacted me with feedback from a story. Were they all women? Probably not, but many of them provided photographic proof that they were who they were; the best of which being a woman who sent me a picture of herself with a printed copy of one of my stories in her right hand while the other was busy down below, and she was as naked as a jaybird. So with that in mind, I knew that I was in no position to complain or criticize my wife for doing what she was doing, and instead just stuck around to see where this went. ... Chapter Nine - 1/24/2008 Roxanne: I wasn't expecting that. Richard: The last picture? Hope you weren't offended. You did say that you weren't a prude. Roxanne: I assume that the woman with her mouth full is your wife? Richard: Yes. Roxanne: I think I recognized what was being put down her throat. Did she pose for that picture? Richard: Yeah. It was during one of her more daring moments. Few and far between. Roxanne: Does she know that you're sending that picture to people? Richard: You aren't "people". You're special. And no, she doesn't even know about you and me and these chats. She's not as understanding as your husband seems to me. Roxanne: He doesn't know that we're talking like this. I did mention that I had gotten in contact with an old school friend, but I didn't get into any detail. Richard: Probably a good idea. Anyway, as you can see, my dear, my Marie is not in your league when it comes to... cock-sucking (naughty word?). You were the best. Roxanne: I was? You happened to be my first in that too. That first time you wanted me to do it, and you were moving my head down onto you, I didn't even know what I was supposed to do. I actually BLEW on it the first time. Richard: LOL! I didn't notice it if you did. The first couple of times were kinda rough with the teeth and all, but once you got the hang of it you were amazing. Roxanne: Got a lot of practice :) Richard: You were like Linda Lovelace. Nobody has ever deep throat-ed me, before or since, but you came the closest. Roxanne: I liked being in control for once. Plus I guess I don't have a gag reflex or something, so it was fun. Richard: You still enjoy giving head? Roxanne: Yep! Richard: Your husband is one lucky guy. Roxanne: That's what I keep telling him. Roxanne's Reunion Richard: What I wouldn't give to experience that one more time. Your lips sliding down the shaft of my cock. Your tongue swirling around while your hand milks my balls. What's the chances of that ever happening again? Roxanne: Well, seeing how we're both married, I don't think there's any chance. Richard: Are you hung up on that marriage word? Roxanne: Sure. Aren't you? Richard: Not really. For the right woman the word doesn't exist. You, babe. You're the right woman. Roxanne: Well, luckily you're on the other end of the world, so that doesn't come into play. Richard: What if I was there? Roxanne: You're not. Richard: What if I was? Roxanne: When that happens, I'll worry about it. Richard: All I can think about is you. Roxanne: You're thinking of the Roxanne Barton of 1975. You don't even know me now. Richard: I know enough. Your picture is my computer screen background. Roxanne: Well, I'm flattered. Hope you understand why your rather revealing picture isn't mine :) Richard: I know, but you haven't deleted it, either, have you? Roxanne: No. Richard: Have you ever looked at it since I sent it to you? Roxanne: This is getting embarrassing. Richard: You can tell me. Heck, I've told you everything I can think of. I've gotten myself off more times staring at that picture of you than I can count. You can't tell me whether you've looked at mine? Roxanne: Yes, I have. Richard: Thanks. Just hearing that is giving me a hard-on. Roxanne: So anyway. That picture of your wife. She's very pretty. Richard: I suppose. See Marie's tits in that picture? They look like fried eggs. Roxanne: I'll trade mine with hers any day. Carrying these things around is no picnic. They make my back ache sometimes. LOL! Richard: They certainly look great, at least from what I can see in the picture. For being as big as they are, they appear to be quite firm still. What you need is a bra with support, or a couple of big hands to offer help :) Roxanne: :) Richard: I don't think you'd have any problem wrapping those enormous breasts of yours around my cock now, and don't think I haven't fantasized about that too! Roxanne: Oh, I'll bet you have. Richard: What have you fantasized about lately, babe? Me? Roxanne: I have to get going now. Richard: I'll take that as a yes. Good night my love. Sleep tight and think of me. ... Chapter Ten - 1/26/2008 Richard: I had sex with Marie last night after we chatted. Roxanne: That's nice. Richard: Once a month, if I'm lucky. Do you and your husband do it a lot? Roxanne: I'm really not comfortable talking about us like that. Richard: Why? It's not like I'm going to mention anything to him about it, and I'm sure not going to tell Marie. Roxanne: We make love whenever we can. My husband has been having some physical problems lately. Richard: Oh. They have pills for that. Roxanne: Not THAT! He has been having some problems with his knees lately. Richard: Oh, that makes more sense. I couldn't understand how anybody could be around you and not be constantly aroused. Roxanne: LOL! You are something. Richard: Have you been with many men since me, Roxanne? Roxanne: Not really. I can still count them without taking my shoes off. Richard: Cute feet too. I remember rubbing them a lot and sucking on those toes too. Roxanne: Now that sounds good. The way to my heart might be through my feet. Richard: I'll remember that. How many men, just out of curiousity. Roxanne: Six or seven. Richard: Six OR seven? That one must not have been very good :) Roxanne: As my first marriage was breaking up, I got a little crazy for a time. Richard: Once again, where was I when you needed me? Roxanne: Not there, that's for sure. Too bad. I could have used a real man after that nightmare of a relationship. Richard: A real man. I like the sound of that. So, just my curiousity again, how do I rank on your list? Roxanne: You're in the top five. Richard: How high? Roxanne: I don't rank lovers. Richard: I do. You were the best. You were not only beautiful, but after I broke through to you, you were so uninhibited and wild. You did almost everything I asked you to do. Roxanne: Almost everything? Richard: Well, there was that one time when we were hanging around your friend Barbara's place, and I tried to get you to make out with Barbara and you wouldn't even though she seemed willing. Roxanne: I couldn't. Not with Barb. Now if you had asked me to do it with somebody else... Richard: You would have? Roxanne: Probably. I was submissive to everything else you ever asked, so I guess I would have done that too, but just not with my best friend. Richard: Screwed up again I see. Roxanne: Noticing a pattern there? So, how many women have you been with, since we're getting so familiar. Richard: Good question. I'm ashamed to say that I don't know. A hundred? Two hundred? So many of them were just meaningless romps in the hay. There's only a few that meant anything to me, like you. Roxanne: It's funny. Richard: What's funny? Roxanne: If a woman has sex with a half dozen guys in her life, it's not looked at in the same way as a guy screwing over a hundred. Richard: Interesting point. There is a double standard there. I don't think a half dozen guys is a lot for a woman, but me - I'm definitely a slut, or used to be. Have you ever been with another girl? Roxanne: You mean, like shopping? Richard: You know what I mean. Roxanne: Yes. Richard: Recently? Roxanne: No, this was back right after you dumped me. You had just entered the service and I finally gave up hope of getting back with you. Richard: Back in the old hometown, huh? Anybody I know? Roxanne: Probably. Richard: OMG!!! Who? Roxanne: Sorry. I don't tell. Richard: Give me a hint. Somebody from school? Roxanne: Sort of. Richard: What grade? Roxanne: Sorry. Richard: Older or younger than you? Roxanne: Older. Richard: How much older? Roxanne: Twice. Richard: Twice? You mean two years older than you? Roxanne: No, I mean she was about twice my age. Richard: I think I'm going to cum in my pajamas. Roxanne: Get a grip, Richard. Richard: I have a grip, believe me. So this woman was twice as old as you and was from the school? A teacher? OMG! Which one? Roxanne: Sorry. And who says it was a teacher? Maybe it was one of the lunch ladies :)! Richard: Now I have to go through the yearbook and try to guess which female teacher it was. Roxanne: Have fun. Richard: Was it good for you? Roxanne: Yes. It was just what I needed at the time. Richard: But that was it? That one woman? Roxanne: Yes. Now how about you? It's all about me so far. Dish some dirt about yourself, Richard. Ever been with a guy? Richard: Once. Roxanne: Really? I'm stunned. You don't seem the type. Richard: Marie and me. For a while we were into swinging a little bit. I always wanted to see her with another woman, but she made me have a threesome with her and another guy too. Roxanne: How was it? Richard: No good. I couldn't do anything to him. Just couldn't bring myself to do it. He gave me head though. I was half-drunk but from what I can recall it wasn't bad, but after that it was women only. How about you? Any swinging? Roxanne: Nope. I'm just a one man woman. Richard: You're woman enough for any man. Roxanne: I wasn't enough for you though. Richard: Touche! Ever going to let me forget that? Roxanne: Yep. As soon as I do. Richard: One thing before I go. Have you looked at my picture lately? Roxanne: Yes. Richard: When you look at it - what do you do? Roxanne: Good night. ... Chapter Eleven - 1/27/2008 Richard: I had a dream about you last night. Roxanne: I'll bet it was dirty. Richard: Never dirty, Usually sexual. Roxanne: Usually? Richard: Yes. Sometimes I just think about being being with you and doing stuff. One time I had a dream about the first time I saw you. You were wearing a white sweater and a plaid skirt, and were hurrying down the hall, with your books clutched tightly against your chest. Roxanne: Trying to hide my shortcomings I imagine. Richard: I remember the first time I got my hand under your bra. Roxanne: So do I. I got tired of fighting you off I think, so I let my guard down for a minute, and the next thing I knew, my bra was up around my neck. Richard: We were making out on the couch in my basement. You were wearing a purple sweater and blue jeans. We could hear my parents moving around upstairs because the floor squeaked so much. It took me a few weeks, but it was worth it to finally get that bra off of you. Roxanne: A lot of work for a little titty. Tee hee. Richard: Well worth it. Your breasts were so firm, and your nipples popped out the instant I touched them. Roxanne: They're sensitive all right. Richard: Still? Even though they've gotten so large? Roxanne: Yes. Richard: Maybe you could send me another picture of yourself. Without the tank top this time, and you could show me what happens to your nipples when they get aroused. Maybe you could be cupping your breasts in your hands while you look at the computer screen. That would drive me absolutely crazy. Roxanne: I think not. Besides, you're already crazy, or still crazy, I mean. Richard: You enjoy teasing me, don't you? Roxanne: We're teasing each other, aren't we? Richard: Does it bother you? Me thinking about you and talking about you like I've been doing? Roxanne: No. I told you you would get slapped if you went too far. Richard: So me wanting to see you play with your breasts isn't too far? Roxanne: Apparently not. Richard: How about me saying that I want to play with your breasts? Do you mind me telling you that I want to be standing behind you, my arms around you as I massage those magnificent tits of yours? You can feel me against your ass. You can feel exactly how excited I am while I'm doing this too, and you're writhing yourself against me. Roxanne: Sidetracked a bit here, aren't we? I think we were in the basement of your house a minute ago, weren't we? Richard: Didn't like my little fantasy? Roxanne: We were strolling down memory lane, or so I thought. Richard: Sorry. Guess I got lost on Mammary Lane. Roxanne: That pun is so bad, even for you :) Richard: Okay, so I finally got under your bra after all those weeks. After that, things got easier. Roxanne: Yeah. It was a slippery slope from then on, that's for sure. Richard: About a week later we were making out your barn and I finally got my hand inside your panties. Mind if I tell you something? Roxanne: As long as you don't mind taking the the risk of a slap if you get too naughty. Richard: When I slid my hand under that elastic, I was stunned at how much hair you had between your legs. Roxanne: Oh brother. Well, I was no kid. Richard: I know. Yours was far from the first pussy I had ever touched, but I had never felt a bush as big and thick as yours was, and then when I saw it I was knocked out. I mean that in a good way too. So lush and soft, and so silky to the touch. Roxanne: Well, that kind of thing is out of fashion these days. Richard: I know, and that's a shame. So you shave or wax now, I assume? Roxanne: No way! That doesn't interest me at all, and besides, my husband would have a fit. He loves the fur. Richard: Aha! A kindred spirit. You can tell he's a child of our generation, because today it's totally out of fashion. Roxanne: As a matter of fact... Richard: Yes? Roxanne: I'm probably giving you more information than you want. Richard: Too much information about you? Not possible. Roxanne: Well, not only does he like the hair - you know - down there, but other places too. Richard: Oh really? Roxanne: Surprised you didn't notice. Look at the picture I sent you. Check out around the fold of my left arm. Richard: Be right back. Richard: I'm back. OMG!!! That is so sexy. Roxanne: I didn't notice the hair peeking out until I had already sent it. My bad. Richard: So because your husband asked you, you don't shave your armpits and legs? Roxanne: I shave my legs all year. Work, you know? But my armpits? Those I let go during the winter. He likes it, and it isn't like anybody else can see it during the colder months. Richard: I just saw a movie with Kate Winslet in it, and there's a couple of scenes where you can see she has hair under her arms, and it looks so nice and natural. Now you know what you have to do for me? Roxanne: Oh oh! What do you want me to do now, she asked, getting a feeling of dread? Richard: Nothing bad. Just send me another picture of you wearing that same white tank-top, only this time just put your hands behind your head for me and let me enjoy all of your natural beauty. Roxanne: No. You don't get a slap mind you, but still no. Richard: Grrr. Roxanne: Down boy. Richard: How I would love to run my tongue through your furry armpits. I'll bet that would send shivers down your spine. Roxanne: It has before and it will again, but I'm sorry. That position is already taken. Richard: Him again? Drat! He seems like a pretty open-minded guy. Is he as crazy as me, or as I was? Roxanne: You mean obsessed with sex? No, I don't think anybody is (LOL) but he's got an active imagination. He writes. Richard: He's a writer? Roxanne: It's not his job, but as a hobby he writes stories. He's done well in a couple of contests at this website called literotica.com. Richard: Does he write about you? Roxanne: He has. It was a sweet story. Richard: With a muse like you around all the time it must make it easy. How come you never mention your husband by name? Roxanne: I don't really want to bring him into this. The relationship you and I have is different than the one I have with my husband. You and I have the past. My husband and I are the present. Richard: What about the future? Roxanne: What about it? Richard: Is he in the future? Roxanne: So far as I know. Richaard: Is there any hope for me? Roxanne: You, as in me and you? You're married and so am I. Richard: That's the present. Nothing is permanent. Give me hope. Give me something to dream about. Roxanne: Anything is possible. Richard: Can you send me a picture of him? Just one of you two together. Roxanne: Why? Richard: I don't know. Maybe just to get a look at the competition. Roxanne: He's not your competition. He's my husband. Look, this is getting a bit intense. Richard: Sorry. I guess I'm just getting carried away. My bad. Roxanne: We're both probably tired, and getting a little carried away covers both of us. Forget about it. Talk again soon. ... Chapter Twelve - 2/1/2008 They didn't chat for a few days, and I'm guessing that he scared Roxanne a bit by coming on so strong. I'm thinking that it was a good thing this guy was so far away, because I got the impression that he had some kind of a hold on her even now, after all this time. In the meantime, we had undergone a rather strange change in our relationship. Roxanne had become much more amorous in the last couple of weeks, and during the lull between her chats, she had turned downright feral. We had a weekend that was a throwback to the days we were courting, and by the end of it, my knees were throbbing and my back was aching, but it was well worth it even though it had gotten off to a rough start. I couldn't get it up. This rarely happened to me, but it did that first night. For some reason, that picture of her old lover William came to mind, and things started going through my head. I wondered what Roxanne was thinking when she was trying to get me erect, and the more I thought about it, the worse it got. Now that I had seen what she had been used to back in her youth, I felt inadequate. It's not that I'm that small, but I barely fall in the range of average length. While my cock is rather thick, I still didn't measure up to her former lover by any stretch of the imagination. Fortunately, Roxanne was not only persistant, she was supportive. Telling me how much she loved me and wanted me while she used her hands and mouth on me, I thankfully came alive and we had a great time. Afterward, I made a mental note to myself, which consisted of one thought. Forget about this Richard guy and what he had between his legs. I had something much more important. Roxanne. I took the following Monday off, my body still needing time to recover, and after Roxanne went to work, I went back to the computer to check out whether anything that taken place since I last checked. Richard: I didn't mean to get so - you know. Roxanne: It's okay. How was your weekend? Richard: Okay. How about yours? Roxanne: Really nice. Richard: Sounds like somebody got lucky :) Roxanne: Very lucky! Richard: I'm all ears. Roxanne: Sorry. You know me better than that. Richard: If you don't want to write it down, we can always talk on the phone. Roxanne: No. Richard: I'll pay for the call. Roxanne: It's not that, silly. I just don't think we should go to that level. Richard: Yet, or not ever? Roxanne: I don't know. Yet, I guess. Richard: I would love to hear your voice again. Roxanne: Let's wait a bit on that, alright? Richard: Okay, fair enough. I might have something exciting to tell you, but I won't know for sure until tomorrow. Roxanne: Okay. Same time. ... Chapter Thirteen: 2/2/2008 Richard: I have some great news! At least I think it's great. Hope you do too. Roxanne: What is it? Richard: The owner of the engineering firm I work with had a car accident and messed up his back. Roxanne: That's terrible. Richard: No, it isn't for 2 reasons. One is that he's a jerk, but the best reason is that he was supposed to go to New York City in a couple of weeks for a convention. He doesn't think he can make it, and because he's so cheap, instead of wasting all the money he's spent on the plane ticket, hotel and everything, he's going to send me to take his place. Unless he makes a miraculous recovery, that is. Roxanne: That's great. Sounds like a free vacation. You get to take your wife, right? Richard: Wrong. It's a one person thing, and even if I could take Marie, I wouldn't. She doesn't like to fly anyway. And I wouldn't take her for another important reason. Roxanne: What's that? Richard: I want to see you again. I HAVE to see you again. Roxanne: What? You mean come up here? Richard: I was thinking more about you coming down to N.Y.C. instead. It's only a couple of hours by car or train. I checked. Roxanne: I suppose I could take the day off from work and come down for lunch or something. Richard: Lunch isn't quite what I had in mind :) Roxanne: You're kidding. Richard: Dead serious. Roxanne: I can't just disappear for a couple days like that. Richard: Can't you just say that you have to go out of town on business or something? Visit family? Roxanne: I don't travel in my job, and I don't have family down there. Richard: Doesn't matter. Just say you're going to see your sick sister or something. Roxanne: I couldn't. You could come up here. I'd love to see you again, and I think you would like my husband. You seem a lot alike, and he's a very nice guy. Richard: I don't want to meet your husband, especially if he's a nice guy. The main thing we have in common is that we both want to have sex with you. Roxanne: We are married. All of us. Richard: Tell me you haven't thought about us being together. Just say that ever since we found each other again, you haven't fantasized about being with me again. Richard: Well? Roxanne's Reunion Roxanne: Thinking about it isn't the same as actually doing it. You know that. I've thought about going parasailing a lot, but I always chicken out in the end. Richard: This isn't the same. You know what I'm like and you know what's it's like with me. Admit it. You've never had anybody that took you where I did. I reach places in you that nobody else can, and if you thought I was good back then, you wouldn't believe how much better I am now. Roxanne: No, Richard. Please. Richard: Just think about it for me. Do that much for me. Think about it. A nice hotel for a couple of nights. Fine food and drink. Bright lights and the big city, and most importantly, you and me together again. We would shake that hotel's foundation. All of this passion and lust we've been remembering and regenerating has to be affecting you like it is me. Roxanne: I can't. Richard: Just think about it, okay? Consider it. Please? Roxanne: All right. Richard: Thank you. That's all I ask. Love you, babe. My hands were shaking as I turned off the computer. This cyber fun had taken a decided turn into something more serious. To her credit, Roxanne had resisted, but this guy was relentless and once again seemed to have a hold on her in some way I couldn't figure out. I went to bed after that, but I didn't sleep much. ... Chapter Fourteen: 2/4/2008 Richard: Missed you last night. Roxanne: Sorry, I got tied up. Richard: Sounds like fun :) Roxanne: Nyuk nyuk. Richard: So Roxanne, I know I've been dominating the conversation, so why don't you do some talking. Roxanne: Sure. What's the topic of choice? Richard: Us, back in the day. Do you remember the night we first made love? Roxanne: Sure. I already told you that. Richard: Not in any detail. Only that it hurt. Hope that's not the only thing you remember about it. Roxanne: No, I remember everything about the night. Richard: Did you know it was going to happen? Roxanne: Did I know? No, but I was hoping I wouldn't chicken out so that it would. I'd been saving myself all my life for someone special, and I had decided you were the one. Richard: You sure made me work for it. I never had a girl resist me for that long, so by that night, I was really excited. Roxanne: I was too, but I was petrified. Richard: I know. I remember how your hand was shaking when you grabbed my cock. Roxanne: It was all so new to me, and I couldn't figure out how in the world you were going to be able to fit yourself inside of me. Richard: But it happened. I tried to be gentle. Guess I didn't really believe you were a virgin. Around those parts, it seemed impossible that somebody so drop dead gorgeous could manage that. Roxanne: When you pushed into me, I thought I was going to pass out. It hurt so bad I didn't know whether to scream or cry. I think I did both. Richard: You did, but you recovered fast. Roxanne: After a minute, the pain started to get overwhelmed by the pleasure. It was kinda stupid, us not using protection, but I was so in love that I didn't care. Richard: As it turned out, my sperm count was and is so low that I could never have children. Anyway, I remember picking you up the next day, and you were very bright and chipper. Roxanne: I was so horny that I remember practically tearing your clothes off when we ran into the woods. I think we spent the whole afternoon making love. Richard: Five times before the bugs drove us out of the woods, and each time was better than the one before it. Roxanne: I remember that one time, when you lifted me up and put your cock inside of me while you were standing up, and you just grabbed me by the butt and moved me up and down on you. I think I came three times from that. I felt like you were splitting me in two but I couldn't get enough. Richard: I love reading what you're writing. It's such a turn-on for me to think you still remember that. I'll bet I could still do that now with you. Roxanne: Oh, I don't think so. My 110 pounds is now about 135. Richard: I'd be willing to try, and I might surprise you. Did you think about what we talked about the other day? Roxanne: Yes. Richard: Well? I'm ready for any answer but no. Yes would be great, but I'm still thinking would be okay too. Roxanne: Still thinking. Richard: Okay. I've figured out that you don't feel right about taking off for a few days. How about just for the day? Catch a train and sip down. My hotel is close to the station. Roxanne: I guess that lunch would be doable, although I still think you should come up here. Richard: Forget lunch. I don't want you coming down to meet me for lunch. I don't want lunch, Roxanne. I want you. I want a few hours with you. Just you and me, together again. We were magic before, and we would be even better together now. Think about it. Think about somebody who wants you so bad, he would take you like an animal, and make you respond the same way. Just like old times. Think. Roxanne: I'm thinking. Richard: I've been thinking too. I've been thinking that if we got together, we would both realize that we've been fools for being apart all these years. I'm thinking that once we made love again, and again and again, that you would realize how much you want me to be part of your life again, only this time forever. Roxanne: This is making my head spin. Richard: Keep thinking about me. About us. ... Chapter Fifteen: The next week. Every night that week, I read as he kept pressing her, pushing for Roxanne to make the decision he wanted her to make. One that was going to change our lives forever if she did it. This Richard had something, that much was certain. Although I could sense what he was doing and how he was doing it, Roxanne seemed unable or unwilling to see how he was working on her psychologically, and as the messages continued I was beginning to fear the worst. Finally, I saw something appear on our kitchen calendar. It was just one word, but when I saw it appear on the calendar in the box for February 20th, a chill went down my spine. "I see you're going to the dentist Wednesday," I said as nonchanlantly as I could manage during dinner. "It's been getting worse and worse, so I finally decided to go get the root canal work done," Roxanne said, smiling at me across the table. "Expect a grouchy me that night, if I survive." I nodded, knowing full well what was going on. She had made her decision, and was going to meet her old lover down in New York City for the day. Not for lunch, either, as Richard had said. Lunch wasn't what he had it mind, was what he had said. We ate in silence while I looked over at the woman I loved so much. It was like watching someone die, and I felt hopeless to stop it. She was going to be in his arms, and she was going to let him do all of the things he promised he would. Then what? Would she come back home and smile, pretending that nothing had happened? Just a one time fling? A rekindling of an old flame for a few hours before returning to her real world? Or would she come back all distraught? Would she say, "Honey, we have to talk." Would she sit me down at the table and tell me that we were over, and tell me a Reader's Digest version of what I already knew had happened? Either way, the only thing I knew for sure was that I wasn't going to play the fool. Not at my age. I could never sleep in the same bed with her again knowing that she had been with another guy, and as far as trust goes, forget it. I went to an apartment complex a couple of days before her "dentist" appointment and found out they had a decent apartment that was available immediately. I told them I'd get right back to them and made my plans. Richard could have her. He could spend the rest of his years bouncing around with his big cock impaled in Roxanne. As for me, once she went down to meet him, we were done. When she got back that night - if she got back that night - I would we the one telling her we were through. I could be out of the house by the end of the week, I figured. I was going to take Wednesday off from work, follow Roxanne to the train station, and once that train headed down the track, we were through. When she got home, I would confront her with what I knew. She wouldn't deny it - that much I knew - and I would then set the wheels in motion. I was going to sign the lease for the apartment, arrange for the movers, and get on with my new life. I kept monitoring the messages back and forth, mostly from him. He couldn't wait to see her. He was going to make the short time they had together to be the most spectacular hours of their lives, and after that, she would see the light. Richard gave Roxanne all the information she would need; the name of the hotel along with the room number, his cell phone number and e-mail addresses galore. Roxanne's responses were as brief as Richard's were wordy. No detail was left untouched, and Richard explained to graphic detail how he was going to make her forget all about her husband. The night before, having read Richard's detailed report of his flight, and how nice the hotel room was, I went back to bed to join my wife for the last time. I couldn't sleep, but instead watched Roxanne as she dozed peacefully. Her breasts rose and fell with each breath; breasts that very soon would be getting mauled by Richard. He would be sucking on those plump crimson nipples, and probably fullfilling his fantasy by sticking his cock between her breasts and fucking her tits until he shot his wad all over her face. Her face. Leaning over, I kissed her cheek before nuzzling myself into the crook of her neck. Why are you doing this to me? To us? Was it something I had done, or hadn't done, or was this just meant to be? It didn't matter. The wheels were in motion. ... Chapter Sixteen - February 20, 2008 I was dressed and out the door just before 6, just like always the next morning. I drove out of the driveway and down the street just like always too, but instead of heading for work, I stopped and got a cup of coffee and a donut and drove to the park down the road from our house. This gave me a place to hide yet still be able to watch Roxanne when she left the house. The trains left for N.Y.C. every half hour from 6:30 to 9:30, so I figured that she would probably be taking the 7:30. That would get her down to the city before 9:30. Plenty of time for some reminiscing and about five hours of primal fucking before she had to catch the train home. I ate the donut but threw it back up as fast as it went down. My stomach was sour, my heart was racing and I felt like shit playing this stupid detective game. Just get it done and put me out of my misery, I thought to myself. I sat in the car and waited. Seven o'clock passed, and then soon it was 8:00. All quiet. I was beginning to think that she overslept or something, but finally around 8:30 Roxanne went out the front door. She was dressed rather plainly, but that was probably just so she could slip back home looking like it was no special day. Underneath that sweater, she was probably wearing that lacy black underwire bra I had bought her. The one that made those breasts look even more amazing than usual. Maybe the matching crotchless panties too. She drove past my hiding spot without a care, and headed toward the train station. I followed, trying to stay within sight despite knowing where she was going. She made a right turn just before the train station, which surprised me, but she was only making a stop and dropping off some dry cleaning. She was going to have to hustle to catch the 9:00, but she seemed to be in no hurry as she swung back onto the highway and headed for the train station. I was about 100 feet back, and as the exit neared, I waited for her directional signal to come on. It didn't. Instead of turning, she kept driving. Roxanne drove about a mile past and then pulled into the Medical Arts building, where her dentist's office was. Now this was pure genius, I thought as I watched her pull into the parking area. Park the car here and catch a cab to the train station. That way, if she suspected I was aware of what was going on and was keeping an eye on her, I would see the car there and think nothing was up. Roxanne went to the front of the building as pulled out her cell phone and made a quick acll. Probably calling a cab, I figured as I watched Roxanne go inside the building. After a few minutes, I saw a taxi pull up. "I knew it!" I said aloud, slapping the steering wheel as I saluted my intelligence. The cab pulled up to the front door, a woman got out, and the taxi promptly pulled away. I sat outside for a few more minutes, not so sure of my brilliance any longer. It was getting closer to 9:30, and after that the next train wouldn't be until noon, which would make the whole thing impossible for her to pull off. Finally, I couldn't wait any longer and went inside the building. Finading her dentist's office, I peeked through the glass and saw Roxanne, sitting and reading People magazine. Looking bored and a whole lot like somebody about to undergo root canal work. I went back outside and drove home, more confused than ever. I went to the computer and checked to see if anything that gone on that I had missed. There were a series of messages from Richard. Most of them just read - Roxanne? It was almost one in the afternoon when Roxanne came home. I had lost track of time and hadn't meant to be there when she returned, and when she came in the house I had to think fast. "What's wrong?" Roxanne asked, the side of her face swollen and looking like she was in some discomfort. "What are you doing home?" "I got sick," I said glumly, and since it was truth it came out easy. "Threw up and decided to come home." "Poor baby," she said, smiling a crooked smile of sympathy. "You look worse than I feel," I said. "Can I get you anything?" "Just want to go to sleep," she said. "I don't think I'm going to be up to eating anything later." "I know. Me neither. Here, let's get you into bed." I ushered Roxanne into the bedroom and helped her undress. She was perfectly capable of doing it herself, but she seemed to enjoy the attention. Her sweater came off, and there was no lacy bra underneath, merely the usual sturdy white foundation that cradled her magnificent breasts. The panties were the mundane white ones, cut modestly but still allowing some of the stray hairs of her lush bush to peek out from the sides of the elastic. "Hope that look of yours doesn't mean wwhat I think it does," Roxanne said as I helped her into her pajamas. "Don't think I'm up to..." "No, just admiring your beauty," I assured her, and after I tucked her in bed, I headed back out to the living room and stared at the blank TV screen for a long time. ... Chapter Seventeen - 2/23/2008 I kept monitoring the messenger account for the next few days. The conversation was one sided, all coming from Richard. He was at the hotel waiting for her. Still waiting. Is something wrong? Where are you? Then the mesaages came from out west. Richard was home. What happened? Are you okay? Did we miss each other? I can't believe we wasted that opportunity. It wasn't until Saturday that Roxanne responded to Richard, and I didn't get to read it until Sunday morning. Richard: Honey, what happened? Roxanne: Richard, I never said I was going to meet you down there. I said I was thinking about it. Richard: So? Roxanne: I thought about it and decided against it. I would have loved to have had lunch with you and seen you again, but you seemed to have a different agenda. Richard: So why did you lead me on? Roxanne: I didn't lead you on. I said I didn't think it was a good idea at the start, but you insisted that I keep thinking about it, so I did. Frankly, the more I thought about it, the less enticing it became. Richard: So I guess you don't really love me then? Roxanne: I'll always have a great deal of affection for you, Richard. You were my first love, but that was over 30 years ago. I loved talking about the old times, and would love to continue, but there isn't going to anything happening between us beyond that. Not now. Not ever. That's behind us. Richard: This hurts. Almost makes me wish I hadn't found you again. Roxanne: I know it hurts. It hurts when you're standing in a movie theatre parking lot in a driving rain after getting dumped by the only guy you ever cared about and had given all of herself to. Richard: So this was about revenge? Roxanne: Revenge is a dish best served cold? No, it wasn't about that, and that's a little insulting to me. I would be lying if there wasn't probably little bit of me subconsciously that feels that way, but that wasn't it. I loved going down memory lane with you and remembering old times, and I really did enjoy you saying those nice things about me. Richard: I meant them all. Roxanne: I know. I'll admit that for whatever reason, you still have me under your spell or something like that. I couldn't believe the conversations I was having with you! That's why I couldn't talk to you on the phone. I knew that if you started weaving your web around me, I would probably end up doing things that I would regret in the end. Richard: What would be the harm in that? Look, we're both stuck in our own ruts. Looking at the same face day in and day out. Hearing the same mundane shit all the time. Tell me you wouldn't like to just step away from it for awhile! Roxanne: There are days like that, but there are too many other days that make it all worthwhile. I think you need to take care of what you have at home. I don't know your wife, but she seems like a nice person from the way you've talked about her. Richard: You saw her picture, and that picture is about ten years old. Trust me, she hasn't aged like fine wine. Roxanne: Who does? All of us are around 50 years old! We all look our age. Richard: You don't. You still look so hot that you drive me out of my mind. Roxanne: You haven't seen me with my clothes off in three decades. I think your eyes are seeing a 1975 version of me with big boobs. I'm not the trim and tight teenybopper who used to use your body like a pommel horse. I'm almost 50, and feel it and look it much of the time. Richard: Not to me you don't. Roxanne: I know. That's what made chatting with you fun. I was able to look at that picture of you and see the guy you used to be. I relived it all, and if you still want to chat from time to time, that's fine by me. Just don't expect anything more. That way you won't find yourself getting disappointed. Richard: No hope for me at all? Not tempted just a bit? Roxanne: No. I will tell you something though. Something I'm kind of embarrassed about, but something you will probably love to read. Richard: Okay. Roxanne: That picture you sent me? The one of you in the buff. One night I was sitting at the computer and ended up looking at it for a while. The next thing I knew... Richard: What? Roxanne: You know. Richard: Please tell me. Just once let your guard down. Roxanne: Okay. I slipped my hand under my panties and got muyelf off looking at you. After I came, I heard my husband puttering around the kitchen and came back to my senses. So there you go. Richard: That makes me hard just thinking about it. What if he caught you? Roxanne: I would have been embarrassed, but if I had to, I could bring up the fact that I caught a peek off him working his hand under his pajamas while looking at a picture some woman sent him, after she read one of his stories. Richard: Maybe I should write a story at literotica. About us. Roxanne: Go right ahead. Tell me if you do, so I can read it. Richard: It's a deal. I'll write about us getting together again after all those years, and having a wild day in a N.Y.C. hotel room.