I've known Tom a long time. Close on 30yrs now. His sister is my best friend and he was the first older guy I had a crush on. I was maybe 16, he 22, and he knew it. Ever the gentleman he didn't even entertain me, I was after all, 6yrs younger than him and couldn't quite play it cool like women his age.

He went to varsity in another province, his family moved houses and I didn't see him again until about 10yrs later.

It was his sister's bridal shower and he was ferrying their mother and her mother in law around and we caught eyes, I was 26 and all grown up. I know I looked hot in my red summer dress with red sandals and gold jewellery. My skin glistened in the sun, the red tone of the dress against my dark skin was beautiful and the gold accessories made my skin glow. I remember how he stumbled after that eye contact and came over to hug me and we chatted briefly and exchanged numbers.

45 mins later he sent me a text...I can't stop thinking about you. Of course I couldn't stop thinking about him either but the bridal shower happened and so did the wedding. Both incident-free.

A couple of months after the wedding he texted me. He asked if we could meet for coffee. At the coffee meeting we caught up about the neighbourhood, people we knew and he whispered how he has wanted me ever since he has known me. Lol. We joked about how illegal that would have been and he confessed that him leaving for varsity like that was also to put distance because I was so young and he knew then that he wanted me.

Soon he was telling me about his marital problems, he was unhappy, unfulfilled and unloved. My own new-ish marriage was going through it's own set of problems and with all those confessions and connections we found solace in each others arms, lips and loins. We ended up booking a room at the Holiday Inn.

The sex was amazing. It had to be. We had lusted for each other for years. He took his time. Doing to me things I didn't know I liked. When I saw his dick I was convinced it wouldn't fit inside me but it fit perfectly when I sat on it. Oh I love a big black dick!

He kissed me from my fingertips to my toes. He slid his tongue in my wetness and made it even wetter. He fucked my pussy, throat and ass like a pro not too rough not too soft either, just the way I like it. He came inside me, licked it out and repeated until my pussy couldn't handle it anymore. Our bodies were in sync.

We meet once every few months after that for what we call marriage counselling. Leaving our spouses is not an option for us both so we do this to talk about our spouses and children, things we can't discuss with people in our lives and when we're done we make love. Sometimes we make love first and speak thereafter.

It's marriage counselling of a different kind. We know we can't be together but we love each other enough to not want to ruin what we both have.

Every now and then we see each other at family functions because his sister and I are best friends. His wife and I hit it off and he and my husband are good mates.