Hey you!

She's my friend, a spiritual guide, a previous lover in the most sincere senses of the word, but I was married, so it wasn't meant to be. That's probably the reason why I could relax around her about our past and when she asked if she could come up to stay on our pull out couch downstairs, I was ok with it.

She arrived late and my wife and I greeted her at the door.

"Hey."

"Heeeeeeeey!" She said, coming in and hugging me.

I don't know if it was that the hug lingered, a little too long or something in our past kicked in but there was a spark of pure passion and sex in our embrace that took running upstairs and rubbing one out just to be able to come down to face the two women.

By the time I came down, my wife and Meg (my friend) were sitting down and talking about life and being a parent and such.

We all talked for a while and then my wife and I went to bed. As we turned out the light, I tried to press up against my wife to get her to have sex with me but she shrugged me off and turned over.

Overall, I had about a normal night's rest and woke up without my wife and an erection. Great!

I had my daily routine, nothing new, went to the bathroom, masturbatory thinking of my friend as I shot an enormous load into a tissue.

My daughter was still asleep in the other room so I continued onto my second part of the morning.

Flaccid and, what I thought was content, I went downstairs to fix breakfast. Meg was up and watching cartoons and as I passed her, I said, "nice." She didn't even get the sarcasm as she giggled and said with glee, "I know, right? Scoobie doo is the best!"

She had folded up the bed and reset the couch so I sat down next to her. She was wearing a band T - shirt and pajama pants. After a little while of watching, I noticed her leg touching mine and I looked over. It was at this moment that I looked over and realized that she had forgotten to button up the button bellow the elastic and she wasn't wearing any panties under the pajama pants.

I guess she must have noticed me staring because she moved her leg away from mine and put her hand over her fly and continued watching tv. Her expression didn't seem to change but I could sense something off with her.

As I had just given up, she very suddenly looked at me and said calmly, "you've been thinking about me, haven't you?"

"Yeah," I said, "you're my buddy." I tried to play it off but I got so aroused, I couldn't entirely hide my growing member hardening in my pants.

"Look," She proposed, "we should just do it and get it over with. What do you say?"

I reached over and shoved two fingers in her pussy and started to viciously attack her soaking g-spot as I rubbed her clit with my thumb. Hopping on top of her on my knees, she was surprised but she caught up quick and pulled down my pajama pants and began stroking my dick as she played with my balls with the other hand. As she began to start shuddering more violently, I stopped and withdrew my fingers as she said, "good call."

She suddenly jumped up and got into doggy style, lying down with her head on the back of the couch. Pulling down her fuzzy pants, the full brilliance of the soft, sweating slit permeated in all its glory as my cock leaped to full erection and throbbed directly in front of her rose bud.

I leaned down and put my arms under hers to reach up and play with her nipples as I slid deep into that sweet pleasure hole. As I flicked her nipples and she pushed her neck into my hungry kisses, I also began to move my rod back and forth into her.

She began to moan harmonically with my own as my thrusting reached faster and faster speeds. Before I knew it, I was pounding away at her like a horse as our breathing synced and we both got close to climax.

Gripping her breasts and nipples tightly and gently in rhythm with her own bucking and wild moaning, my balls clenched and i tried to hold back so as not to cum in her but i couldn't.  It may have been my regret for not doing it long ago or simply that I felt so good inside her that i felt it was where i belonged but either wag my huge load began spirting in ropes of come, up and into my former lover's vagina.

As I held her tightly, I continued to come and plug her hole with my hard cock until it once again became my soft cock. As she wiped herself off with a towel from the dirty laundry and I did the same, she said, "Shit. What if I get pregnant?"

I was panicked but I said, "we'll cross that bridge if we come to it."

I  pulled her close to me and Frenched her softly and romantically as I held her in my arms and she sobbed.

We laid together on the floor and I cuddled her for what seemed like forever but really was only about half an hour as we both knew my wife would get home soon.

She collected herself as did I and we agreed to keep it to ourselves until we had to do otherwise.

As she put her clothes back on. We had breakfast and ate sausage egg and cheese sandwiches with my daughter as my wife eventually got back and we all chatted for a bit about nonsemse until she left.

Nine months later, on the dot, she had a baby boy and my wife did the math and figured it out. The divorce was hard on me but luckily I retained partial custody of my girl and married Meg shortly after.

Our sex was guilty at first but we are who we are and eventually we ended up doing it all the time. Meg and I had two boys and live out the remainder of our days in Colorado, hiking and skiing.