First-Time Reunion

Copyright © June 2025 by CiaoSteve

CiaoSteve reserves the right to be identified as the author of this work. This story cannot be published, as a whole or in part, without the express agreement of the author other than the use of brief extracts as part of a story review.

This is a work of fiction. The events described here are imaginary; the settings and characters are fictitious and are not intended to represent specific places or living persons.

Author's Notes

This is an entry for the 2025 National Nude Day Contest. Whilst not full-blown nudism, there is an underlying hint of exhibitionism in the story, so I hope it hits the mark even if I know I might be pushing the boundaries a little far. Anyway, if it doesn't quite hit that mark, I hope you enjoy the story for what it is. I'd welcome your comments and votes if you did enjoy.

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One

Abbie's excitement boils over in the kitchen...

Jack was never one for going back. It just didn't seem the right thing to do. His motto in life was to look to the future rather than dwell on the past, which made it even more difficult when Abbie, his darling wife, bounded downstairs with a huge smile on her face.

"Jack... Jack... you gotta see this," Abbie called out, dashing into the kitchen, her mobile clenched in one hand.

"Oh yeah... I see it," Jack retorted, an equally large smile on his face as he stared back at his scantily clad wife. "I see one sexy little woman, and she's heading right my way."

"I mean it Jack... you won't believe what they're planning to do," Abbie added, almost chastising her husband for his flippancy.

"And, I mean it too, darling... and, dressed like that, you won't believe what I'm planning to do either," Jack responded.

It was true, even for forty-two, and married with two children, Abbie was one hell of a sexy young woman, as Jack so liked to describe his darling wife. At five foot six, she was a little on the petite side, but what she lacked in height, she more than made up for in personality, oh and yes, in one hell of a gorgeous figure.

Jack didn't know quite what he fell for first, the figure, the personality, or the cutest of smiles? Whatever it was, he was soon well and truly hooked, and now, having been husband and wife for the last decade or so, he wouldn't wish it to be any other way. Abbie was his everything, and never a day passed without him showing her. If truth be known, it had been that way for over twenty years, the two of them meeting at the start of their final year at university, and even when the kids arrived on the scene, both Jack and Abbie made sure to leave plenty of quality time for themselves, and tonight was no different.

The evening was still young, yet already, having put the kids to bed and jumped in the bath, Abbie had taken the opportunity to change. It was what she usually did, taking the chance to soak in the warm subs whilst the love of her life rustled up a little evening something. The evenings were their time, away from work, away from the demands of family life, just Abbie and Jack, and an hour or two to chill.

Jack couldn't help himself.

He stood there staring at his darling wife as she dashed towards him.

Abbie was dressed in one of her usual short chemises--this one was a rather sheer cream number, the fabric so thin that the shadow of her black panties was practically showing through--but it wasn't so much the nightie which caught his eye. What did grab Jack's gaze was Abbie herself; the smile on her face, the softness of her shoulder-length blonde locks--okay so the dark roots were a bit of a giveaway that she wasn't exactly a natural blonde--and the way her breasts bounced beneath that sexy nightshirt, at times threatening to pop out from underneath. Was it any surprise that Jack couldn't help himself but stand there and watch?

"Jack!!!" Abbie screamed.

The cause of the outburst wasn't exactly a surprise, nor was the outburst anything more than a playful utterance. Without warning, Jack had dropped what he was doing and jumped out in front of his darling wife, cutting her off in her tracks. As she ran headlong into him, he wrapped his arms around her and lifted her up off the floor.

And there she stood, in mid-air, kicking out with hands and feet as if trying to fight off his advance, at least until his lips met hers and they kissed. It was as they kissed that a tingle of excitement filled Abbie's mind and, with it, the mock show of resistance soon morphed into a display of affection. Instead of fighting his grip on her slender frame, Abbie wrapped her arms around Jack's shoulders and pulled herself in close. Her legs soon followed, and she found herself clinging tightly to her darling husband.

The kiss became something much more passionate. Lips melded together, tongues playing out a secret dance, passion took over. In that moment, whatever Abbie had meant to be announcing to her darling husband no longer seemed important. She was in his arms. She was up close. She was where she loved to be. She was...

"Jack!!!" Abbie screamed again.

The cause this time was something quite different. Okay, so it was still down to Jack's actions, but this time it wasn't the way he picked her up which took her my surprise. In fact, it was exactly the opposite.

Abbie had been so engrossed in their embrace that she'd put that sense of movement to the back of her mind. Yes, she'd felt it, but all the time she'd passed it off as nothing more than a passionate dance across the kitchen, an embrace to match the intensity of their kiss.

Her heart was pounding.

She had that tingle in her lips.

She could sense the ache of desire deep inside.

She could feel...

It was the latter which led to that second outcry. What she felt was quite different. The coldness hit her first, up against the bare skin of her legs where that short nightie had ridden up. The chill was soon replaced by a sensation of firmness.

Abbie didn't need to ask, instinctively she had a good idea just where she was. Still though, as they continued to kiss, she felt the need to reach down with one hand and confirm what she already knew. She was perched there, on the edge of the large oak table which dominated the kitchen space. She was far enough on to feel secure yet, with her knees splayed apart, one either side of Jack's thighs, she felt just a bit exposed, maybe even a little vulnerable.

Already, she could feel the adrenaline coursing through her veins.

Already, her heart was beating oh so fast.

Already, she was struggling to mask her now quickened breathing.

Jack hadn't even done anything to her but, even so, Abbie was very much under his spell, waiting, hoping, expecting. That said, she felt the need to be asking the obvious, if only as a matter of principle, to show her dissatisfaction in the way he had simply picked her up and placed her up on a sort of metaphorical pedestal.

"Mmmm... J... Jack... mmmm," Abbie tried to ask.

Despite her efforts to grab his attention, her intended question ended up broken up into nothing more than a bunch of isolated words as his lips continually met hers. In the end, she pulled back away from the embrace and stared directly at her darling husband.

"Something wrong, Abbie?" Jack asked.

Abbie gave him a wry smile.

"Nothing wrong... but... why, exactly, am I sitting on the kitchen table, darling?" Abbie asked.

Abbie never got a verbal response, not that she really needed one. It was a bit of a rhetorical question. She'd been here many times before--okay, so the kitchen table was a bit of a new one, but for sure that glint in his eye was most familiar--and the outcome was always the same. Still though, as always, she felt the need to be asking, and still she expected an answer, the obvious answer, the usual answer. This time though, there was something else which nagged away at the back of her mind, something about where they were, something about...

"You do know the lights are on, and the blind's up?" Abbie asked.

"And?" came a nonchalant answer.

"And what if somebody walked past?" Abbie asked. "What if they looked in and saw?"

For a moment, Jack didn't say a word. Abbie sort of had a point. The kitchen was at the front of the house, albeit the window wasn't the largest. It wasn't right on the roadside either, and there was a hedge between them and the pavement, but for sure, if anyone wanted to, they could probably find a way to grab a sneaky view.

It was only a moment of consideration, though. Jack's mind had been made up as soon as he saw Abbie in that skimpy negligee and he wasn't about to let a minor issue like a window blind put pay to events. It wasn't like they hadn't done it before, running that risk of giving an impromptu show to whoever might be passing by. After all, their very first time had been out in the open, and she hadn't exactly objected back then. Okay, so back then they were young and carefree, but the principle was just the same. Back then, they had taken a risk, and gotten away with it, so why not now?

"Then, my darling... then we'd better give them something worth watching... don't you think?" Jack asked, a calmness in his voice, almost as if they always put on a show for whoever might be passing by.

"Are you sure?" Abbie asked. "We could always go upstairs, you know."

This time there was no response from Jack, at least not in words. No sooner had his darling wife made her suggestion, than he pulled her just a little closer, all the time keeping his arms around her slight frame. Abbie eased her head upwards, never stopping until their gaze met. For a moment, they stood there--okay, so he stood there, and she sat--staring deep into each other's eyes. It was like time had stood still, if only for a matter of seconds, and then... then Jack leaned in and placed his lips back against hers.

They kissed.

It was that same passionate kiss, the one which had distracted her enough to have been carried unexpectedly over to where she now sat, the one which started with a tingle in the lips and soon morphed into a need for something more. Now... now that kiss was back, and what's more, with it came a sense of resignation, of acceptance, of expectation.

Before long, Abbie placed her phone off to one side and was responding in kind, not quite leading, but very much allowing herself to be led, to be taken on those first few steps to where she longed to be. Keeping one hand on the table behind her, if only for balance, she brought the other one up, running her fingers through Jack's short-cut dark hair, pulling him in closer still. She flicked her tongue out, probing for the slightest opening, looking for an open door which would allow them to dance once more. As she did, Abbie found herself melting into his manly prowess, closing her eyes, and enjoying every second of that embrace, and the way he made her feel. Suddenly, the window and that open blind didn't seem that important anymore.

Without warning, Abbie gasped. It was a muted gasp, it was a muffled gasp, forced out against his lips, yet a gasp it was. The cause this time, just like all the others was the action of her darling husband. As they kissed, he slipped an arm down, careful not to make any sudden movement which would alert Abbie to his intentions, at least not until his fingers grazed her little black panties.

It was that very first touch, a gentle caress over mound and apex, which drew the muffled response. It was that very first touch which signalled his intentions, not that Abbie really had any misconception as to exactly why she was sitting on the table. She had guessed it from the minute she felt the chill of wood against her bare legs, but now, as he continued to run his fingers over her panty-clad sex, she was in no doubt. And, in that moment, her body was filled with nothing more than pure excitement, and the ache of desire. She pulled away from the kiss, and stared back at Jack, a cheeky glint in her eye to match that of her darling husband.

"Mmmm... Jack..." Abbie called out, as she removed her hand from behind his head. Slowly, she slid it downwards, all the way until she was reaching out towards the front of his trousers.

"Is that what I think it is?" Abbie asked.

It was a silly question. Abbie could feel the bulge in his trousers and knew exactly what it was. What she also knew was exactly what he was going to be doing with it. Still though, it was fun to tease him a little, if nothing more than in the hope of making him harder still. He was never the longest, nor was he the girthiest, but what he was--oh god, the very thought of it sent butterflies through her stomach--he was one hell of a lover. They said it was more what you did with it than how big it was, and Jack never disappointed.

One-handedly, Abbie fumbled first with his belt, and then with the button of his waistband. It was a bit cumbersome, maybe ungainly, but finally she was left just with a zipper between her and the object of her desire. The zipper didn't stand a chance. In one single movement Abbie eased it downwards and slipped her hand inside his trousers.

"It is! It is!" Abbie exclaimed, excitedly, as she ran her fingers over the front of his boxers caressing the outline of his erection. Moments later, as she still teased his hidden hardness, Abbie put the excitement to the back of her mind and lowered her voice to more of a seductive whisper. "But... darling... what are you going to do with it?"

Whether she had expected a reaction or not, Abbie got one, and suddenly she was in no doubt as to what was on her darling husband's mind. A quick kiss, a gentle caress of the lips, had been nothing more than a prelude to what was to follow.

Without warning, he pulled her forwards, all the way until she was sitting right over the edge of the table, her ass half on and half off the hard wooden surface. If that was a rapid repositioning, what followed was more sedate in nature, almost to the point of being in slow motion. Whether he pushed her backwards, or whether she allowed herself to fall--if truth be known, it was likely a combination of the two--Abbie found herself reclining backwards, all the way until she was laying across the surface of the table, her ass ever so close to the front edge, her legs dangling free.

And then she felt it, hands, his hands, first easing her nightie upwards, then grasping for the waistband of her knickers. Jack pulled, inching the fabric down slightly at first one side and then the other. A little more pressure had those knickers about halfway over her hips before Abbie finally gave in and helped him out, right before he ended up ripping her underwear. She lifted her ass a little, allowing Jack to ease the soft cotton undergarment down her legs, revealing a neat triangle of dark bush as he went.

For a moment, Abbie stared back at her husband, smiling as she made sure to have his attention. Happy that she did, she shuffled back just an inch or two and brought first one leg and then the other upwards, splaying them wide, resting her feet on the very edge of the table.

"Is this what you're looking for, darling?" Abbie asked, lighting the touchpaper, closing her eyes, and waiting for the impending fireworks.

A gasp filled the kitchen.

The gasp was short lived, replaced by a moan, a soft feminine moan.

The reason? The reason was obvious. The reason was Jack. No sooner had Abbie closed her eyes, than Jack crouched down, all the way until he was staring intently at his wife's cute smile, no not the one on her face, but the one down below. He could see the puffiness in her labia. He sensed the essence of arousal in the air. It was so tempting, almost too tempting. He could dive in there and force his face up against her waiting sex.

Jack didn't.

There was a game to be played, and Jack was going to make sure it was played to his tune. Okay, so in effect it was played to her tune, or at least she was the one contributing the carnal chorus, but he was the one calling the notes, every single note. The gasp signalled the start but was nothing more than the tease before the torment.

Jack leaned in close and blew softly against her pussy.

Abbie shivered as she felt the coolness of that breath against her sex. She tensed a little, biting her lip gently, as she waited for the onslaught.

It didn't come... well, an onslaught didn't come, at least not immediately. What did, and what drew the verbal response was something subtle, something gentle, something toying with her.

It was nothing more than a flick of the tongue, Jack's tongue. It wasn't exactly the expected onslaught, but it was enough to make her jump and to have her calling out. A flick was all it took, a simple flick of his tongue, teasing at her slit, grazing at that very line between her swollen outer labia.

A flick... then another... then another... then...

It still wasn't an onslaught, but for sure it was progress, most enjoyable progress. That flick of Jack's tongue had become more of a lap. Starting low, he drew his tongue up along her slit, keeping long slow strokes all the way to her apex. It was as he pressed down over her hidden clit that the response came from Abbie.

It was that response alone which encouraged Jack to keep on going, not that he was ever going to stop. He could have gone for a quickie, a bit of wham bam thank you mam as she lay there, and some days he might have done, but today wasn't one of those days. The kids were in bed. They had nowhere else they needed to be. He had all the time in the world to take her from simmering all the way up to boiling point, before allowing the pan to 'floweth' over, if you excused the 'kitchen-esque' pun, and that was just what he was going to do, to take his time.

Long slow strokes were interspersed with those sharp flicks of his tongue, each returning a slightly different response from Abbie. Every now and again, he would pull away, staring back at her wet pussy, leaving her high and dry. It was never for long though. He'd leave her there for a few seconds, then start up once more, always teasing, never pushing her too far, too quickly.

Jack was in control of which buttons he would be pressing.

Jack was in control of the carnal score which played out in front of him, the largo and allegro of its tempo, the crescendo and diminuendo of the performance itself.

Eventually, Jack took it up a notch, becoming a little more adventurous in the way he worked his darling wife and boy did he get a reaction. The moan became a squeal. It was just a momentary outburst of emotion, soon returning to what was a constant soft purr of delight.

All he had done was focus in on her slit. Using the tip of his tongue, he started to draw little circles over her labia. As he did, he pushed just a little firmer, probing for the slightest opening. The squeal, for anyone listening, told that Jack had found just what he was looking for. It also told that he wasn't about to look a gift horse in the mouth, or rather he wasn't going to miss out on those most delectable juices which came flooding his way.

Abbie just lay there. Jack hadn't really done anything, and already she was losing herself. His every touch sent shivers of excitement deep inside. Her pulse was racing. She was struggling to contain her breathing, taking short sharp gasps for air between her soft moans. Already her mind was awash with emotion, a fogginess filling her conscious as she found herself becoming intoxicated on that drug called desire. She just couldn't help herself. That feeling, the one as he dipped inside for the first time, shouldn't have drawn anything like the squeal it did, but somehow it was like she was already turned up on high with every new sensation threatening to push her over the edge.

Maybe Jack could sense Abbie's state of arousal. Once more he pulled away and waited. This time a good minute, or maybe longer, passed before he returned, the only stimulation for his wife being the odd cool blow against her wetness. When he returned though, he did so with gusto. Taking a soft grip on the inside of her upper thighs, he slowly eased her lips apart, revealing those tender deep-pink folds within.

And then... then... another squeal said it all.

Jack dived in, taking Abbie quite by surprise. He didn't hold back. He pressed his mouth closely up against her waiting pussy, at first lapping up those sweet juices, before turning his attention elsewhere.

He rimmed her opening and Abbie purred with delight.

He dipped his tongue up inside, only slightly but enough to be felt, and Abbie gasped.

He flicked his tongue across her clit, and Abbie squealed.

Onwards and onwards, he worked his wife, eating her out as if he hadn't had a good meal in ages. All the time though, as he enjoyed the taste of her sex, he was listening. He'd learnt to listen, to watch, to judge, and he was becoming quite adept in knowing quite how far he could push without crossing that line.

By now, Abbie's carnal chorus was something much more intense, more passionate, more fitting of a climax to such a wondrous overture.

By now, Abbie was squirming a little on the table.

By now, Abbie was feeling the urge to clamp her hands behind her darling husband's head and pull him in ever closer, forcing him deeper into her waiting sex.

By now, Abbie was...

... alone.

... unstimulated.

... unsatisfied.

By the time Abbie pulled herself together and opened her eyes, intent on asking why he had pushed her so close then left her there, Jack was already standing once more. To be precise, it wasn't only Jack who was standing, as Abbie was quick to notice.

"Is that what I think it is?" Abbie asked, repeating her question from earlier as she locked eyes on his cock, erect, standing proud, and pointing right towards her already sodden sex.

Jack didn't reply.

He didn't need to.

Whilst Abbie watched on, her gaze transfixed on her darling husband, Jack already knew exactly what his wife was referring to, and more so, exactly what she wanted. What she wanted, wasn't really an answer to the question, but more the outcome of her yet unspoken ask.

'Come on, Jack... are you just gonna stand there, or are you gonna fuck me?' Abbie thought to herself.

The question may have been unspoken, but the answer was immediate. With a smile on his face, Jack took that step forward, all the way until his rampant shaft nudged in against her puffy labia. For a moment he stood there, doing nothing more than rocking gently back and forth, his cock rubbing up against her sex, following the line of her slit, every so often catching her tender inner folds.

Once more, Abbie had her eyes closed.

Once more, those fires were smouldering away down below.

Once more, the kitchen was filled with that carnal mix of gasps and soft moans.

Once more...

There was no, once more. This time, Jack took purchase on his shaft and as he rocked for the last time, he lined himself up, positioning the tip right over her opening. Slowly, he leaned forward, ever so slightly, stopping only when he felt her tightness caress his helmet, but no further. With a sense of confidence that he wasn't about to fall out, Jack moved his grip away from his manhood, and took a firm hold on Abbie, with one hand on each of her hips.

"Well... that all depends on exactly what you think it might be," Jack finally replied.

In that moment, another squeal, this one so close to being a scream, filled the room.

In that moment, through a combination of a push of his hips and a firm pull on hers, he sank his shaft into her waiting pussy, all the way. Jack held there for a few seconds, then slowly pulled back to where he had started. Then, with a similar squealed scream, he plunged back in again. A third time followed, with a third response, and then Jack did just what his wife was hoping he would do.

Jack started to fuck her.

At first, he was slow and steady, easing almost all the way out, pausing briefly, before sliding back in. Very soon the pause had gone, and he was picking up a smooth rhythm, pulling back, sinking in once more. All the time, as he fucked his darling wife, Jack stared down at her sweet face. She had her eyes shut. She had her mouth open slightly, grabbing short sharp breaths between her soft moans. She had what could only be described as a glow in her face, the glow of arousal.

Did she know he was watching her?

Did she even care... about him... about the window... about the risk of being seen?

From the way Abbie's carnal chorus filled the kitchen, Jack guessed that the only thing Abbie really cared about was cumming, which was just as well as the same idea filled his own mind. He had toyed with her enough, and already he could see just how quickly she had risen once more. Now... now, he was going to give her what she wanted and send her crashing back down to earth once more.

Jack picked up his pace, at the same time dropping a touch of smoothness in his rhythm, in preference for sheer power.

He pulled out.

He plunged back in, all the time holding onto her hips as if to make sure there was no escaping his thrusts.

There was nothing subtle.

There was nothing gentle.

He wasn't just fucking his darling wife, he was practically pummelling her into submission, every thrust now met with a grunt, and what could only be described as a strained sort of groan. Jack's hands were clenched around her hips, pulling her on to him as he drove his cock into her tight little pussy.

Jack's gaze, on the other hand, was on her tits and the way they bounced in time to his every move, threatening at times to make an impromptu appearance from under her nightie. On another night, he may have given them a helping hand, but not tonight. Tonight, he was a man on a mission, and from the way Abbie was starting to writhe atop the kitchen table, the culmination of his mission may be just around the corner.

Still though, still he continued, thrusting relentlessly into his darling wife, listening as her groans became something more.

Her breathing was ragged, sporadic deep gasps for air between what were now rather pained outcries.

Her petite frame would go stiff, then relax, then stiffen once more, every time a little quicker than the last, every time just a little stronger than before.

Still, Jack continued, never relenting in the way he took his darling wife.

She moaned.

She groaned.

She writhed.

She stiffened.

She...

For a second, the room went quiet.

Abbie held her breath.

Abbie bit her lip.

It was just what Jack was waiting for. He knew the sign, that calm before the storm, that moment of tranquillity before all hell broke loose. It was here. It was now. His darling wife was riding right on that edge, and he was going to be the one to give her that nudge, to send her toppling over, then crashing all the way down again.

He plunged deep into her waiting sex.

This time though he didn't pull all the way out. His movements were shorter, a mere inch or two before thrusting back in once more. Again, and again, he repeated the same. No longer was power at the forefront of his mind. Instead, Jack reverted to speed. Keeping it deep, he was practically bouncing his cock deep inside her tight little pussy, and boy was it effective.

A gasp came first, a stifled gasp as Abbie tried her best to suppress the inevitable.

She arched her back.

Her body stiffened like never before.

And then... then she screamed--it was so loud that Jack worried they'd have the kids coming down to see what had happened--a single outpouring of emotion as her climax hit. For a moment or two, Abbie bucked against his continued onslaught. It was only a moment though before, finally, she submitted. Her body fell limp, and Abbie lay there, eyes screwed shut, her chest rising and falling quickly as she grabbed lungsful of air.

All the time, Jack continued to plough his furrow. He'd dropped the intensity now, his only thought being about his own release. Slow and steady was the order of the day once more.

He could feel his fires burning and he knew it would only be a matter of time.

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Two

Jack reminds Abbie there was something she wanted to tell him...

It was a good hour later, with husband and wife now snuggled up on the sofa--Abbie leaning back into Jack's arms as they sprawled across the three-seater--that the events from earlier that evening were mentioned once more.

"Abbie?" Jack asked. "Was there something you wanted to tell me?"

"I love you, Jack," Abbie replied, craning her neck back and giving him a soft kiss.

"I know that," Jack quipped, "and I love you too, but wasn't there something else you wanted to tell me?"

Abbie thought for a moment, before smiling back at her husband.

"Oh darling... of course... how could I forget," Abbie replied.

"I love you too," she added, reaching down with one hand and placing it in his lap, cupping his trousers where earlier there had been quite a bulge. "Especially... especially when you do that to me."

"Do what, darling?" Jack teased.

"Oh, but I think you know!" Abbie snapped back.

"I'm sure I don't, darling," Jack replied, placing a soft kiss on Abbie's forehead. "So, do tell me... what is it I do that you like so much?"

Slowly, Abbie pulled herself up in Jack's arms. She placed her lips against his and they kissed. Then... then she leaned across, brought her mouth up to his ear, and whispered her response.

"When you fuck me... when you fuck me so hard that I fucking can't help myself... and then when you fucking make me fucking cum..." Abbie replied, a crudeness in her response which belied her usually sensible character. "That's what you do to me, darling... and that's what I like so much... so, does that answer your question?"

For a moment, Jack said nothing. He just sat there, his darling wife in his arms, her hand still caressing his hidden cock. It wasn't exactly the answer he was looking for, but for sure it made him feel good. Eventually though, Jack asked once more, being a little more precise in his question.

"You say the nicest things, darling," Jack replied, "and... trust me... you keep doing that for long enough, and he'll be doing that to you again... your choice, my darling..."

Abbie glanced up towards her husband and smiled. On another day, she might have gone for a second round, but if truth be known, and if this had been a boxing match, her towel would have been thrown well and truly into the ring. He hadn't just pummelled her into submission; he'd gotten the knockout to boot. Still though, still she kept her hand on his lap.

"... and would that be with the curtains open or closed?" Jack asked, glancing in the direction of the window.

For a moment, there was silence. Abbie followed his gaze. Yes, just like in the kitchen, the curtains were open. Unlike the kitchen though, this was a much larger window and right at the front of the house. For sure, the risk of being seen would have been even greater. She knew it was wrong, at their age especially, but sometimes even wrong seemed just a little bit right.

As she considered what Jack had suggested, what surprised Abbie was that the thought, had she not already been taken so hard, was oh so tempting. Don't get it wrong, the idea of being caught filled her with trepidation, so it wasn't exactly a choice Abbie would be rushing out to make but, with the risk, came something else. Abbie wasn't about to admit it, but there was something thrilling about the thought that they could get away with it... again!

"While you make your mind up," Jack added, "wasn't there something you wanted to show me on your phone? Isn't that what you were saying before you made me lift you up onto the table?"

Suddenly, Abbie jumped up off the sofa. She rushed back towards the kitchen, emerging a matter of seconds later with that same excited smile on her face, the one which had started off the evening, and her phone in her hand.

"Yes, Jack... look, Jack!" Abbie announced, jumping back onto the sofa and handing her phone to her husband. "Look... they're having a twenty-year reunion."

"And?" Jack asked, staring down at the e-mail from their university alumni service.

"And... and... let's go," Abbie replied. "Come on... it'll be great to go back... to see how much has changed."

For a moment, the room went quiet. At one end of the sofa, Jack was deep in thought, wondering quite how he was going to put it to his darling wife that it was never a good idea to look back on life. At the other end of the sofa, Abbie sat there, the same excited smile on her face, the look in her eyes which she knew usually got her whatever she wanted.

"But... what about the kids?" Jack replied, a sudden smugness inside that he'd found the flaw in her plan. "They're a bit too young you know."

There was no hesitation in her reply.

"Don't worry about them... you know what grannies are like... my mum will bite our hands off to have them for a weekend," Abbie replied. "So, come on Jack... please say yes... it'll be great... trust me... I promise you... it'll be great to go back to where we first met."

Much against his better judgement and swayed a little by the look in her wife's eyes, Jack ended up agreeing. Her looked at the invite once more, then did the maths. The reunion was just over ten weeks away. Maybe that'd give him time to get his spirits up about revisiting the past. Looking back wasn't what Jack did, but neither was upsetting the love of his life.

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Three

Abbie has it all planned out...

The ten weeks flew by, and before they knew it, it was the weekend of the reunion.

Jack still wasn't that enthused with the idea of going back, so the arrangements had all been left to Abbie. She'd had it all planned for some time, and by the time the weekend arrived, she was intent on making sure everything went to plan. After all, it wasn't often that they got a whole weekend to themselves, with no distractions. What was more, Abbie had promised herself to make this as memorable a reunion as she could do. Everything had been organised with military precision.

The hotel had been booked, a four star down by the seafront as against the alternative offer of university digs.

Dinner had been arranged; at the same place they had eaten so many times during their student days. It was an Italian, by the corny name of Gino's but, it was sort of famous for doing a mean pasta bowl and had become a sort of regular haunt for students and locals alike.

The outfit had been bought. She kept that a surprise from Jack, but somehow, she knew he would approve of her choice. It was rather reminiscent of what she used to wear back in the day, back when they first started courting.

The kids had been dropped off at her parents on the Friday night, with the arrangement to pick them back up on their way back on the Sunday.

Even the weather forecast seemed to be playing ball for the one part of the weekend she was most definitely keeping to herself, at least until the very last minute. It wasn't that she kept secrets from Jack, it was just that, well this particular part of the weekend would be so much better on the spur of the moment, just like it had been that very first time, all those years ago. She had promised herself to say thank you to her darling husband and, if she pulled it off, this would have been one hell of a thank you, and one hell of a risk to boot.

Surprisingly, the Friday evening was a bit of a none-event. Rather than getting up to mischief, the two of them settled down for an early night. It wasn't really that big of a surprise though. Sometimes the idea of a bit of peace and quiet was just what the doctor ordered. This time though... this time there was a little matter of the best part of a five-hour drive ahead of them, and she knew Jack would want to hit the road early. Giving Friday a miss had also been built into Abbie's plans, as was the thought of making up for lost time once they were there.

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It was lunchtime before they drove into town. The traffic had been a little heavier than expected, and both were glad when they pulled up at the hotel and managed to stretch their legs. They had a couple of hours before they could check in and a couple more before the reunion would really have gotten going. If nothing else, it gave them a chance to answer that first question. How much had the place changed in the two decades since they had graduated?

The answer to that question, quite surprisingly, was not a lot. There were changes of course, some of their old hangouts had gone, but the place seemed quite familiar. Familiar was also the feeling, when a now changed Abbie, got ready to leave the hotel for the short walk through the town and up to the university.

"Are you sure I look okay, Jack?" Abbie asked, giving her husband an impromptu twirl, showing off the new outfit she had been keeping a secret.

All Jack could do was stand and stare. Abbie stood there in a flared skater style skirt, the fabric a light brownish sort of colour--had Jack enquired then he might have been informed that the shade was unusually described as camel, but he didn't--and an equally full white blouse. A pair of strappy tan sandals, flats rather than heels, made up the ensemble.

What grabbed his attention?

Was it the way the skirt sat a few inches above Abbie's knees, showing off her slender legs?

Was it the touch of red lipstick, with the matching nail varnish on both hands and feet, a far cry from the more muted tones she tended to don these days?

Or was it... was it the way that blouse hung loose, with the top few buttons open, revealing a glimpse of black bra and deep cleavage for anyone who cared to glance. And then he noticed something more. It wasn't just an eyeful of soft flesh that you got. The bra was little more than a half-cup and, if Abbie bent far enough forward, you caught a teasing glimpse of darkness, and just a peak of nipple.

"Darling," Jack replied. "Darling, of course you look okay."

Okay? God, she looked more than okay. Abbie might have been a little over twenty years older, with a couple of kids to boot, but dressed like that, once more she was the beautiful young woman he had fallen in love with. The outfit wasn't quite as flirty as the ones he had become entranced with back in the day, but it wasn't far off, and what was more, he wasn't going to let her know, but if Abbie had been on the chase, then she was well on her way to getting whatever she wanted. Oh yeah, chance her arm and this young woman had well and truly pulled.

The response from Abbie was immediate. She gave Jack the sort of smile which screamed 'surely you can do better than that' and waited for his reaction.

Jack did better than that. He moved in close. He wrapped his arms around Abbie and lifted her up off the floor. It was only a few inches, not like the time before in the kitchen, but just enough to twirl her around in his arms.

As he did, Jack whispered.

"You look stunning, Mrs Gordon... simply, stunning."

Abbie gave Jack a tiny peck on the cheek by way of an acknowledgement.

"Now... do you think we'd better get going?" Jack added, lowering his wife down to the floor once more.

"You bet," Abbie replied, heading off for the exit. It was as she opened the bedroom door that she turned back to Jack and blew him a soft kiss.

"Come on then... what are you waiting for?" Abbie asked, with a mischievous look in her eye. "But I'm not sure red's your colour, darling," Abbie added, pointing up towards her own cheek as if to illustrate just what she was referring to.

Jack glanced in the mirror as he followed his wife towards the door. There, planted right in the middle of his cheek, was the imprint of her lips, clearly marked out in bright red lipstick. As Jack took care of what could have been an embarrassing embellishment, Abbie was already out into the hallway.

"Come on, slowcoach... catch me if you can!" Abbie called out as the door closed behind her.

As she walked towards the stairs, Abbie had a smile on her face. It was just a skirt and blouse, nothing more, yet almost immediately she'd aroused his interest. Oh yeah, this middle-aged mother still had it in her to make an impact, even if the subject of her attention did happen to be her own darling husband.

The only question now, was whether she dare go through with the rest of her plan. She'd had a good ten weeks to think about it, ever since Jack had idly asked her if she wanted to do it with the curtains open or closed, but that didn't exactly make her any less nervous at the whole idea.

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Four

Don't worry about that, darling... I doubt they'd even notice we'd gone...

The reunion wasn't as bad as Jack had imagined it would be. To be honest, after the first couple of hours of awkwardness--it was that moment of having somebody suddenly announce 'Hello Jack' and then racking your brains trying to remember who it was that made for an uncomfortable start to the evening--Jack was starting to get into the moment. Bit by bit, the memories of those good old days came flooding back...

... the packed-out student's unions.

... the inability to have any sort of conversation over and above the general hubbub.

... the plastic glasses, filled to the brim with allegedly watered down beer.

... the bands, wannabe rockstars who should've known better than to dream of taking to the stage yet still chose to enforce themselves on an unsuspecting audience.

It was like he was back there again, and much to his amazement, he was enjoying himself. Two bands down, the third was just setting up on stage when Abbie took him quite by surprise.

"Come on, Jack... there's somewhere else I want to take you," Abbie called out, trying to grab Jack's attention about the rather off-tune squeal of electric guitars.

"What?" Jack replied, never quite getting what his wife had said.

"I said... there's somewhere else I want to take you," Abbie repeated, her second attempt receiving the same response as the first.

In the end, actions spoke louder than words. Grabbing hold of Jack's hand, Abbie set off towards the nearest exit, a rather non-plussed husband tagging along behind. It was when they finally got outside, that Jack asked the obvious.

"What's up, Abbie?"

"Nothing's up... I said, there's somewhere else I want to take you... trust me, Jack... you're going to love it," Abbie answered.

"But, what about the reunion?" Jack asked.

"Don't worry about that, darling... I doubt they'd even notice we'd gone," Abbie replied. "Now, you coming... or not?"

"But where are we going?" Jack asked, reluctantly finding himself being led through campus and back towards the road into town.

"You'll see," Abbie replied. "Just trust me."

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For the next thirty minutes or so, Abbie led Jack on a bit of a mystery tour. They headed down to the seafront, then made their way along the promenade, in the general direction of their hotel. As they neared the hotel, Jack started to wonder. Was this just a convoluted way of his darling wife suggesting they turn in for an early night? If that was what she wanted, all she had to do was say. It wasn't exactly like Abbie to be shy.

Any hope Jack had of bedding his wife though, were soon dashed. Abbie didn't even pause as they reached the hotel. With the same purpose in her stride, she headed right on past. When finally, she did come to a stop, they had reached the far end of the promenade where soft sands gave way to the start of cliffs.

"Where now?" Jack asked, still wondering what had possessed his wife to come out all this way at this time of evening.

"Now we go on up," Abbie responded.

Jack glanced at his watch. It wasn't far off eight o'clock.

"But... Abbie... are you sure? If I remember rightly, the clifftop railway closes at six," Jack chipped in.

For a moment, Abbie turned to face her husband. She put her hands around his shoulders, stood on tiptoes, and pulled herself into him. Abbie placed her lips against his and they kissed. It was a momentary embrace, and just as soon as she had pulled herself onto Jack, then she was easing back once more.

"Then... we'll just have to go on foot," Abbie announced. "Come on... I so want to watch the sun go down... you know... like we used to do. And then... then I've booked us a table at your favourite."

"Gino's?" Jack asked, his mind flicking back to the red plastic tablecloths and the bowls crammed full of pasta, memories of many a Saturday night in their student days.

"Yes... Gino's," Abbie responded. "Now... come on... race you to the top."

Jack just stood there as he watched Abbie dash off in the direction of the clifftop railway, and the footpath which snaked its way upwards to the top of the cliff. For a moment, all he could do was stare.

It wasn't the first time that evening that he'd stood and stared, amazed by the beauty in the woman he had been married to for the past decade. This time it wasn't the outfit itself which grabbed his attention, but more so what happened to it with every step Abbie took. As she ran, that full skirt bounced along in time to her every movement, revealing the back of her thighs, teasing at the idea that he might just get a flash of whatever knickers she had chosen to wear.

In the end, it was just too tempting, and Jack found himself chasing after Abbie, never quite quick enough to catch her up, but fast enough to make sure he never lost that view from behind. As he ran after her, and as they both headed up towards the top of the cliff, Jack was taken back to when they first met. Back then, he hadn't literally raced after her, but metaphorically she had led him on the most enticing of chases, using all her charms to make sure he never got away, yet never quite putting herself on a plate.

Got away? Only a fool would want to get away from such a wonderful woman, even if she did throw in a curve ball from time to time, just as Abbie was doing this very evening. Finally, Jack did catch up with his darling wife. They were almost at the top, by the time Abbie stopped. She was breathing a little quicker than normal, such had been the exertion of that dash upwards, but hadn't lost any of her enthusiasm.

"Do you think it's still there?" Abbie asked, taking hold of her husband's hand.

"What's still there?" Jack asked.

"The seat... you know, where we used to sit and watch the sun go down," Abbie replied. "Was it down this path... or was it a bit higher up?"

This time, it was Jack who took the lead. They hadn't been here in twenty years, yet it seemed like only yesterday. Carefully, he led his wife off the beaten path and over towards the cliff edge. Much to their amazement, there was still a single seat where the path came to an end. It looked newer than the one they had frequented, but it was a seat, and that was all Abbie had wanted there to be. She never imagined it would have stayed the same, but the memory had never died, and it was the memory she so hoped to bring to life again.

"Come on Jack... let's sit and watch the sun go down..." Abbie suggested, walking hand in hand with Jack, all the way over to the seat.

A little breeze blew in off the sea, but it wasn't exactly cold, and neither felt uncomfortable as they settled down for a while. The sun was already low in the sky, and before long would be sinking beyond the horizon, hopefully putting on one last hoorah before it died for another day. It was so ironic, as it was her own one last hoorah that Abbie planned to be putting on if she still had the nerve to do so. But that was the problem. As she sat there, all Abbie could think about was that final piece of her plan, the one she had kept to herself for so long, and now... now she was starting to wonder if she could go through with it or not. It wasn't exactly her style, but it was what she wanted.

For a while, Abbie glanced around. It was quiet up on the clifftop, but they weren't exactly alone. There was another young couple, seemingly starting make their descent, and an older guy with a dog. Then there was a group of joggers heading upwards and onwards.

"Is everything okay, Abbie?" Jack asked, noticing the way his wife seemed to be preoccupied with what was going on around them.

"Yes... yes..." Abbie responded.

All the time, as she replied, Abbie never quite let on to what was on her mind. She would have loved it to be just the two of them, but she had made her mind up. Whilst they weren't exactly alone, the place wasn't heaving with people either and maybe she could just get away with what was on her mind. Inside, her heart was beating fast, but she'd come so far that she wasn't about to back down, nor was she going to show him just how nervous she had suddenly become.

Abbie smiled back at her husband.

"I was just thinking... well... wrap your arm around me... you know... like you used to do," Abbie added, snuggling up to Jack and nestling her head in against his shoulder.

Jack didn't refuse. He wrapped his arm around Abbie and held her in close. It was just like the old days. They came up here so often, usually towards the end of the day. It was their oasis of peace, their chance to get some time alone, to switch off from whatever was going on around them. For what seemed like an eternity, they just sat there, admiring the view, watching as the sun sank over the sea and a golden glow started to fill the sky.

"Kiss me, Jack," Abbie whispered, taking Jack a little by surprise.

Jack turned towards his wife. He leaned forward and placed his lips against hers. It was nothing more than a single short kiss before Jack pulled away again. He stared back at Abbie, and at the way she glanced back at him. She had that look on her face again, the puppy dog eyes, the cute seductive smile, and as he did, Jack thought back to those first dates.

They had been young.

They had been innocent.

All they had wanted was to be with each other.

It was as he stared back at Abbie, sitting on the same clifftop they had done back in the day, that it dawned on him. Even now, twenty years on, they hadn't changed. All Jack wanted was Abbie, and he was sure that the only person his wife wanted was him. As he stared back at Abbie, Jack leaned forward. Once more, their lips met, but this time there was no parting.

In that moment, the world seemed to stand still.

All that mattered was them, and that kiss.

* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *

Five

Happy first-time reunion, darling...

How long had they sat there, lips melded together? Jack wasn't sure. What he was sure of though was that something was different, something which didn't feel quite right. He hadn't noticed at first, but soon, he was sure. Abbie had a hand in his lap, and was moving her fingers, almost imperceptibly, across the front of his trousers.

Almost, but not quite. The movements might have been subtle, intended not to bring attention to her intentions, but the effects within gave the game away. It was like the softest, gentlest of tickles, stimulating his hidden manhood, and the more she stroked the more he found himself inadvertently starting to stir.

"What are you doing?" Jack asked, his words a little muffled as he tried to break away from that kiss.

"Don't you remember?" Abbie replied.

Jack racked his brain. Was he meant to be remembering? In the end though, Abbie saved him any embarrassment. She broke away from that kiss, brought her mouth up to his ear and whispered her response.

"Don't you remember our first time... here, overlooking the sea... as the sun went down... as you made love to me... that's what I'm doing," Abbie replied. "But... this time... this time I'm going to make love to you."

"B... but... what if somebody--" Jack started to respond, realising they weren't back in their early twenties and couldn't exactly pull the 'should have known better' card.

"Shhh... Jack," Abbie replied. It was rather ironic that Abbie was now the one put0ingt pay to his protestations, when back in the kitchen it had been Abbie herself who had raised the same concerns.

Before Jack could say anything more, he felt the tug at his belt and then the relaxation as the buckle came open. The belt was followed by both button and zip, and very quickly he sat there with the front of his trousers undone and Abbie's hand caressing him through the thinness of his boxer shorts. If that wasn't enough, just as quickly, he could feel the blood rushing downwards, swelling his member underneath her touch.

And then... then... without warning, Abbie pulled the fabric down and revealed what was now a rapidly growing erection. She glanced down at his lap, then back up at Jack. With a twinkle in her eye, Abbie smiled, blew him a kiss, then whispered quite suggestively.

"You leave this to me... it's my way of saying... well... happy first-time reunion, darling."

Abbie still didn't let on but, inside, her heart was now pounding. A mix of fear and excitement coursed through her body. She knew it was wrong and that there would be a great deal of explaining to do if they got caught, yet she knew it was what she wanted. It was no different to that first time, all those years ago. Back then, she had felt the same, but she had let herself be talked into the moment. Now though... now she wanted it to be her turn, to be in control, to relive that very first time. The reunion had gotten them back here, and there was only one thing on Abbie's mind.

Without ever moving her eyes away from his, Abbie took purchase on what was quickly becoming six inches of pure steel. She wrapped her fingers around his manhood and started to gently stroke. In no time at all, any lingering softness disappeared under her playful touch.

"You like that, don't you, Jack?" Abbie whispered, noticing the way his gaze became just a little more distant as she worked his cock. "Well... if you liked that... you're gonna love this..."

All Jack could do was sit and stare, disbelieving of his wife as she gave a sultry smile, then winked suggestively at him. Right in front of his eyes, he watched Abbie lean forward once more, catching a momentary glance of her bra-clad breasts as she went. This time, as she did, she held his erect cock upwards, making her intentions obvious.

All the time, Abbie tried her best to keep eye contact with her darling husband, watching his expression change as he realised just what she was up to. Soon, though, it was becoming a strain. For a moment, Abbie paused, her mouth a foot or so above his waiting cock. It was only a moment, enough time to blow him a soft kiss and open her mouth suggestively. Then, as Abbie continued to lean lower, with her hair now cascading down around her face obscuring any further view, the moment was gone.

Gone? Oh no, nothing was gone. Abbie's face may have been hidden from sight, but there was no mistaking her intentions. When it came to a blowjob, Abbie was the best. If he wasn't careful, she'd have him wailing like a baby, and that's what concerned Jack about the idea of doing it out here, out in the open.

He clenched his teeth.

He held his breath.

He waited for what he knew was coming his way. The first touch was nothing more than a gentle kiss against the tip of his cock. Still, though... still, it made Jack jump. Another followed, then another, then...

Abbie eased his foreskin back, revealing the smooth helmet inside. She took a deep breath, then brought her lips down against his exposed head. What followed could only be described as a soft moan from above, as she ran her tongue across his sensitive skin.

It was exactly the encouragement Abbie had hoped for.

Pushing any sense of nervous hesitation to the back of her mind, Abbie put her tongue to good use. She flicked at his opening. She lapped against his engorged helmet. All the time, she listened to the reaction from her darling husband, using that as a clue as to how to progress. The more he moaned, the more she continued, and the more she continued, the more she convinced herself, it was time to up the ante.

"Ohhh, shit!" Jack moaned as suddenly he felt his cock disappear into the warmth of Abbie's mouth.

Unable to see anything, her action had caught him quite off-guard. Down and down, Abbie went, her mouth filling with her husband's erect manhood. She stopped only when she felt the nudge against her soft palate. Abbie held him there for a moment, working her tongue over his now hidden shaft, before pulling off again.

Jack moaned out for a second time, as Abbie repeated the same. Her movements were equally slow. She took him equally deep, filling her mouth with his manhood but no more. This time, though, Abbie sucked gently as she pulled back off.

A third time had the same reaction, and the same pleasured moans from her darling husband.

Abbie went down on Jack again. This time she was quicker. She held him only for a second or two, then came back up. There was no pulling all the way off. There was no pause. No sooner had she come up, than Abbie was sinking back down on his cock, letting him fill her up once more. It was a steady rhythm, a regular motion constantly working his cock. It was... quite abruptly, and a little to Jack's surprise, it was no more.

Unexpectedly, Abbie had put pay to her husband's enjoyment, pulling off his cock, leaving him hard and wet, leaving him feeling the chill of the evening air instead of the warmth of her mouth.

Instantly, Jack feared the worst. He glanced around, half expecting to see somebody walking towards them. Much to his relief, the coast was clear. Relief soon turned to bewilderment. As he watched, Abbie took to her feet. She walked around in front of Jack, leaned forward--once more, Jack was treated to a view inside that gaping blouse, catching an eyeful of her full breasts, and for sure a glimpse of what were now hard little nubs of nipples--and gave him a kiss.

"Happy first-time reunion," Abbie whispered once more.

The words were still ringing around in Jack's mind when Abbie took matters to another level. Standing up straight once more, she spun around, turning her back on her darling husband. As Jack watched, Abbie took purchase on the back of her skirt, lifting it upwards, revealing a sexy pair of black knickers, the perfect match to what he had already seen up top.

Abbie could feel the thump of her heart, beating away faster than ever. Already, her mind was racing away with her. All she could think about was having him inside, riding him long and slow, gently working him all the way until he filled her loins with his creamy warmth, just as he had done all those years before.

Balanced over his lap, using the leg strength which came with years of Pilates classes, Abbie paused. She could feel the focus of her desire, or rather the rod of steel that her darling husband called a cock, pressing firmly against her ass. Abbie reached down with one hand and took purchase on his hard shaft. Then, carefully, she hooked her thumb under the gusset of her knickers and pulled it over to one side, before lowering herself down even further.

What followed was a bit of a fumble. With only one hand, and two tasks to manage, it was never going to be the most gainly of motions, but needs must, and what she needed in this moment was his cock inside her tight walls. With one finger holding his cock, and her thumb forcing the gusset of her knickers to one side, she looked to position him beneath her waiting sex. It was a fumble, but it was an effective fumble and before long she could feel the tip of his cock nestling softly against her outer labia.

Slowly, carefully, Abbie lowered ever so slightly. As she did, she worked his tip along her slit, easing it gently in all directions, searching for the merest parting, seeking those tender slick folds within.

"Mmmm..." Abbie moaned.

Oh yes, she had him just where she wanted. Releasing her grip on her knickers--the fabric attempted in vain to spring back into position but found its path blocked by his steely flagpole of an erection--Abbie concentrated on guiding him towards her opening.

Abbie paused.

Why, she didn't know, but Abbie found herself closing her eyes and holding her breath. It was silly, so silly. How many times had she taken his cock before? Still though, especially this time, still she wanted to feel this moment like it was her first time. He'd taken her on a bench just like this, overlooking the same stretch of sea, and here she was playing homage to that day all those years ago. Back then she had gone from girl to woman. Now... well, she couldn't exactly repeat the same, but it didn't stop Abbie dreaming.

With her pulse racing with excitement, Abbie started to sink down.

Slowly...

Slowly...

There was a quick adjustment, to line him up perfectly, and then Abbie sank a little further down on Jack. She could feel his girth widen as he pressed against her opening. She even gave out a metaphorical gasp, an homage to the day she lost her virginity. This time though, this time she had no intention of stopping. It was slow. It was steady. It was sensual. Inch by inch, Abbie felt her walls stretch tightly against his cock as she impaled herself.

Down... down... she sank... all the way until finally he bottomed out.

"I love you, darling," Abbie whispered, craning her head around to give Jack a kiss. "Would you like me to show you just how much I love you?"

It was a rhetorical question. Abbie had no other intention than showing him just how much he was loved. Breaking away from the kiss, and turning back to face the sea, Abbie started to move. Slowly, imperceptibly at first, she shuffled her ass against his lap. The movement was short, his cock barely sliding within her. All the time though, Abbie could feel him inside, pressing hard against her tight walls, and it felt so... so... good.

Abbie continued.

It was so simple. She ground her ass against him. She worked his cock ever so slightly inside her tight walls. She could feel her desires rise to the fore and, as they did, she started to pick up a little more length. Before long Abbie was rocking on his lap, her hands down on the seat for stability as she used her hips for leverage. She was fucking him, but at no time was she truly riding him.

It was nice, so very nice, but she wanted more. She wanted to feel it just as she had done that very first time. Picking up just a little more speed, Abbie continued to grind against his lap. Still though, still it wasn't enough.

Abbie ground against Jack's lap.

Abbie rocked over Jack's cock.

Abbie lifted against Jack's hard shaft, then fell once more.

It was only an inch or two. It was ever so slow and sensual, just enough to have Abbie purring as his hidden cock grazed against that tender spot deep inside, just enough to have Jack closing his eyes as he felt her tight walls caress his sensitive head.

In that moment, as his wife worked his cock, Jack wrapped his arms around Abbie, not in a restrictive way, but enough to hold her close, to feel her body rise and fall.

In that moment, a sense of satisfaction washed over Abbie.

Once more she lifted, slowly rising against his rampant shaft, then falling back again.

Again, then again, she rose and fell, her body sliding within Jack's loose grip.

The pace was similar, yet the motion was becoming something more. Each time Abbie rose a little higher, feeling her pussy empty, then fill again. There was no pause. It was one slow continual movement.

Up...

Down...

Up...

Down...

The rhythm was steady. The movement was so very sensual. As soon as she felt his head stretch her opening, Abbie sank back down. As soon as she felt her ass hit his legs, she was on the rise again.

She was now riding her darling husband, ever so slowly, but for sure she was riding him.

"Oh, god!" Jack called out. "That feels so good... so fucking good!!!"

Not that he could see it, but Abbie was smiling. It was just how she wanted it to feel, and the fact he was acknowledging the same simply drove her onwards. What was more, she could feel it also, smouldering away deep inside.

With every movement, she could feel his cock rub against her tight pussy walls, sending tiny shockwaves through her loins as he caught that very spot. It was quicker than she had expected, perhaps fuelled on by the thrill of fucking him in the open, but already Abbie could feel her own release creeping up on her.

Her pussy walls clamped down against his hard shaft.

The warmth intensified in Abbie's loins.

Her heart told her to push, to force the orgasm, but her mind wanted to prolong the moment, to have them both reaching their special places together.

Abbie picked up a little more speed, sliding up and down within her husband's arms, rising up and down on his rampant flagpole. All the time though, she kept to that sensual rhythm. It was starting to tell, both the effort and the excitement. She could stifle the moans, but there was little she could do to subdue those shallow, fast breaths.

Jack wasn't doing any better. He did his best not to bring attention to his impending demise, but it was becoming harder by the second. It was the breathing which went first, followed by the soft grunts. Finally, as his own fires started to build, Jack took a tighter hold on his darling wife, wrapping his arms around her petite frame, feeling her every movement up close and personal.

And so, it continued.

Abbie rode, swapping length for speed as she worked his cock. She was so close, maybe too close. She gasped. She slowed down for a moment, letting the threat of climax pass her by, then picked up her rhythm once more.

Jack continued to grunt, soft subdued noises of content as his darling wife worked him.

How close was he?

When he fucked Abbie, she could tell. Jack would pick up his pace, slamming hard into her the closer he got to release. Now though, it was just Abbie and the slow, sensual fuck she was giving him. She willed herself to keep going, not to submit to her own demise before he did. But that was the question. How much longer did she need to hold on before he shot his load deep into her pussy, the warmth of release filling her loins?

Abbie had no idea.

She was already on her own edge, teetering, balancing, threatening to come crashing back down to earth, yet still she continued. Every movement inside pushed Abbie closer and closer. For a moment, Abbie froze. She held her breath once more, fighting back the inevitable. And then she was away again, riding her darling husband.

Abbie was struggling, but for once, she sensed she wasn't the only one. She could feel the way Jack was clamping his arms around her petite frame, as if trying to hold her tightly against him. She could hear the change in his tone, those panted grunts becoming harder to suppress, the outbursts coming each time she sank down on his ramrod. It was music to her ears.

Abbie picked up speed.

Her movements became shorter as she returned to grinding on his lap, rocking back and forth with her hips as she went.

She clamped her pussy down as hard as she could against his cock.

'How long? How much longer?' Abbie thought to herself, as she started to struggle once more.

'Cum for me, Jack,' she continued, willing him towards his release, all the time putting her husband's pleasure ahead of her own.

Just when she thought it was becoming too much, Abbie felt it, deep inside. There was no manly grunt from Jack. There was no announcement signifying his imminent release. The was no warning of what was to cum. By the time he gave any indication, it was already too late.

Abbie smiled. That sense of satisfaction came over her once more. It was always the same as she felt that tell-tale warmth coating her insides. This time though, this time the sense of satisfaction was masked by another need, a burning need to reach her own climax. Abbie continued to ride, milking him for what he was worth, trying as best she could to carry herself over the edge before he softened too much.

She ground.

She held her pussy tight, clamping her walls against his cock.

She could feel those fires burning deep inside, threatening to consume her young body.

On and on, she worked him, pushing herself.

She was struggling, her breaths short and fast, the glow of exertion on her face.

And then... then...

Abbie couldn't help herself but utter the tiniest of squeals as it hit her. It wasn't the largest climax she had ever had, nor the most mind consuming, but it was the sweetest. As she slumped back into her husband's arms, still breathing faster than normal, she felt on cloud nine, like she had been carried off to heaven and was floating slowly back down to earth.

She had promised jack a memorable reunion, and for sure she wouldn't be forgetting this moment, just as she had never forgotten that very first time.

* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *

Six

It's a beautiful place to do it, isn't it...

For a few minutes, they sat there in their post-coital bliss, Abbie still atop what was now a quickly softening cock. How long had they been out there, recreating that most personal of moments? Abbie hadn't really paid much attention but, for sure, it was long enough for that golden glow of early sunset to become a more intensive fiery warmth, as day gave way to dusk. It was an idle question which finally put pay to their reunion.

"What time is it, Jack?" Abbie asked.

After a struggle to get his phone out of his pocket, Jack finally announced it was ten to nine.

"Come on, darling," Abbie responded, climbing off him and quickly rearranging her clothing. "Dinner is booked for nine... back down in town."

Suddenly, there was a bit of urgency, and in a matter of minutes, the couple were heading back towards the path which led down to the promenade. It was as they did that, once again, they passed the older man with his dog. He must have been in his sixties, or maybe even seventies. They didn't know him, but he smiled and said good evening. It was then that he took Abbie by surprise.

"It's a beautiful place to do it, isn't it?" he asked.

"What... watch the sunset?" Abbie replied. "Sure is... I love to watch it go down, you know... as it gives you that one last fiery show before night arrives."

"Me too," he replied. "I used to do the same when I was younger, and my wife was still with me. Many a time we'd come up here and... just like you said... watch it go down... and... you were right... tonight was quite a fiery one as you so nicely put it... I wasn't going to, but I'm so glad I chose to head out for a walk... you brought back such fond memories."

Abbie bid him goodbye and set off once more down towards the town. They hadn't gotten very far before Abbie suddenly questioned that last statement. It was a bit of a strange response. Instinctively, Abbie turned around. The stranger hadn't gone very far. In fact, he was still standing there, looking back towards her. He smiled, and Abbie smiled back, before setting off once more.

It was as she walked down towards the town that Abbie started to wonder. What had he meant about doing the same when he was younger, with his wife? What sort of memories did it bring back? Memories of what, and why was it Abbie bringing back those memories? Surely, he couldn't have meant the sunset, that was there most nights even if tonight's was one of the better ones.

Then another thought crossed Abbie's mind, and suddenly she felt those butterflies deep inside. If he hadn't been watching the sun go down, had he been watching a different sort of show, and was it not only Abbie who had spent the evening rekindling those memories of days gone by?

Had he been--inside she wanted to shake her head and dispel the idea, but she couldn't--had he been watching them?

Then a different thought filled her mind. If he had been watching them, had he enjoyed what he saw? Instead of being repulsed, somehow the thought that he might have watched, and might have enjoyed, added a little to the thrill of what Abbie had just done.

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They reached the restaurant at a little after nine. It was busy. It had always been busy when they had been students, and somehow it was nice to know that some things didn't change. It was as they waited for their table that Abbie tossed out another idle question, keeping her voice low enough not to be overheard.

"Jack?" she asked. "Jack, why are my knickers all wet?"

Jack laughed.

"I mean it, Jack," Abbie continued. "What am I going to do?"

Jack though for a minute, leaned in close and whispered his reply.

"Well... I guess you could take them off," Jack responded. "Who's gonna know... other than you... and me?"

For a moment, Abbie just stared at her husband.

"And it'll save some time when we get back to the hotel, you know... when we get back and I repay the favour... you always liked it up against the wall, I seem to remember."

Abbie found herself blushing. She wasn't sure if it was the idea of taking her knickers off which had made her feel a little self-conscious, or the thought of being taken up against the wall, lust filling her mind, desire ruling her heart. Oh yes, he called it right. She always like it up against the wall, letting him fuck her senseless, her legs eventually turning to jelly as she succumbed to his onslaught.

"And if you don't mind me saying, Mrs Gordon," Jack added. "This reunion of yours has been one hell of a great idea. Maybe we should do it more often... that's if... if you're up for it."

Abbie smiled. It was a wry, cheeky smile. She was up for it alright, and it seemed it didn't take much to get her darling husband up for it either.

"Be right back," Abbie replied. "Don't you start without me."

With that, Abbie headed off towards the restrooms. After all, who would know if she went commando, other than her, and her darling husband. As for starting without her, much as she needed a little food, Abbie couldn't wait to get back to the hotel.

After all, the night was still young, and it wasn't often they got a whole weekend to themselves.

The End