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  With one click, my life would change exponentially.

  I had the option to cancel the friend request and sat there considering it for a moment, but by then it was too late.

  There was a pop up on my screen and my nerves went.

  Friendship Request Accepted.

  Shit. Shit. Shit, I said out loud to myself.

  A part of me thought he would ignore the request, and that would have been fine. Maybe him doing that would have been the better option.

  Thankfully though, I was alone in my office at that moment.

  Hey, Buddy. It’s been a long time.

  How the hell are you?

  A private message window had popped up and my heart banged in my chest. My fingers hovered over the keyboard, and I wrestled with myself for a minute.

  Should I answer? Or should I just ignore the message? I told myself I was opening a can of worms, but I couldn’t resist and typed away furiously, not wanting him to disappear.

  “Hey. I’m good! Hope you don’t mind the friend request. Saw your profile by chance and wondered how you were after all this time.

  I looked down and could see Chad was typing his response. I wasn’t usually the nervy type, but I admit, there were butterflies in my stomach at this point.

  “I’m glad you did. I’ve thought a lot about you over the years and regretted not staying in touch.

  “Me too,” I said, as though he could hear me.

  I replied.

  “Time flies mate. Are you back in the States now? What you been up to?

  And seconds later, he came back to me.

  “No, man. I’m living in Cheshire now. Work in Manchester near the Printworks. I relocated last year and am just finding my feet. Could do with meeting some decent friends.”

  Cheshire, I thought. Shit, that’s close. And he works in Manchester!

  “Wow. I’m living in Manchester. Just down the road from you. Can’t believe it.”

  He replied.

  “Well, I gotta run as I’m wanted in a meeting, but take my number down and call me. I’d be happy to drive up there and meet you for a drink anytime. Good catching up with you, Buddy.”

  I replied quickly.

  You too!

  And that was it. Chad was gone. Just like that, and he didn’t send his number.

  For a minute, I thought he had just humoured me, then the three little dots appeared to show he was typing again.

  Sorry to rush off, but it is great to hear from you…

  Thankfully, he tagged his number onto the end of the message and I texted him straight away. I couldn’t help it.

  Hi Chad. This is my number. Z

  His reply was almost immediate, and it was the happiest I’d felt in a long time.

  Gotcha. I’ll text you when I’m done. C x

  He put a kiss at the end of his message, and stupidly, like a love-struck teenager, I fixated on that one tiny little x. The same thing he probably put at the end of every message to a friend. I must have re-read that message fifty times over and then he called.

  Chapter Three

  Chad and I met that night.

  He looked as hot as I remembered.

  It was like we’d never been apart, and I finally realised what had been wrong with me these past few months.

  A part of me had fallen in love with him all those years ago, and residual feelings, I was shocked to realise, still lingered.

  He walked into the bar and smiled at me. He had barely aged a day. He still had those come to bed eyes and dazzling smile, and how hadn’t I remembered the dimpled cheeks and chiselled square jawline?

  Fuck, I thought to myself as I looked him up and down, the tight fit of the grey pinstripe suit trousers clinging to his muscular thighs.

  “Wow,” Chad said. “It’s so good to see you after all these years.” He pulled me into a hug.

  It felt weird and nice at the same time being this close to him and I wrapped my arms around him and squeezed just that little bit too tightly. “Good to see you too,” I said, and I could feel my blood pressure rising.

  We took our seats and I noticed he cast his eye over my body.

  “You’ve been working out since we last saw one another,” he said.

  “Yeah, last few years, I’ve become a bit obsessed. Keeps me out of trouble.”

  “Looks good on you, man,” he replied. “Is this mine?” he asked, pointing to the beer on the table.

  “Yeah, sorry. I wasn’t sure what you were drinking these days. I can get you something else -- I see you still look after yourself.”

  He took a big gulp of it. “Yeah, but beer is good. I’ll be a slave to the gym until the day I die. I have the odd day off though. Like tonight -- good job I got a taxi. I feel like getting slaughtered. Just like the old days, remember?”

  And I did remember, all too well.

  “Yeah, I remember,” I replied, letting the words hang in the air. “I remember the hangovers too.”

  I could feel the sexual tension between us right there and then, and I wanted to reach across the table and pull him close to me. I wanted to kiss him so much, but I was married.

  I couldn’t do that to Jenna.

  I decided I was an absolute bastard even thinking about it.

  *

  We sat talking for a few hours, reminiscing about old times and, before I knew it, it was gone ten pm so I called Jenna and told her I would be late home. She never kicked up a fuss about me seeing friends. I think she was happy to have me out from under her feet and as long as I didn’t wake her up when I got home, she didn’t mind what time I rolled in.

  These last few hours with Chad had been amazing and as we both stood in the deserted pub car park, I realised how much I’d missed him.

  “I’d really love to do this again, soon,” Chad said.

  “Me too,” I replied. “Just let me know and I’ll square it with Jenna.”

  “Maybe make a night of it – book a room.”

  He knew what he was saying ‘cos at that moment he grabbed hold of his crotch, and I could see the huge bulge appear.

  I reached forward as his taxi pulled into the car park.

  Damn, I thought. Why couldn’t it have been late?

  He sighed and pulled me into a hug, whispering into my ear. “I can’t wait to fill your hole with my cock again.” Kissing me on the cheek, he walked toward the taxi. “You’ve got my number,” he said, as he slid into the passenger seat. “Use it,” he added, before he slammed the door shut.

  I stood and waved as the taxi drove off, then got into my own car. I was so fucking horny, I couldn’t wait any longer and unzipped my jeans and allowed my big cock its freedom.

  It took me about thirty seconds to shoot my hot creamy load and I licked hungrily at my fingers, wishing it was Chad’s.

  Chapter Four

  I lay in bed, the smell from the kitchen wafting up the stairs and into our bedroom. Feeling hungry, I jumped out of bed and bounded down the stairs.

  “Morning,” I said to Jenna, as I kissed her on the cheek.

  “You’re uncharacteristically cheery this morning. A good night, was it?” she asked.

  “Yeah, it was great to see him after all this time. We’ve made arrangements to meet up with some of our other classmates later in the week, if you don’t mind?”

  “No, it’ll do you good to get out, instead of moping around with a face on you all the time. Where you all thinking of going?”

  “Well, problem is, most of the lads live London way now, so I suggested somewhere central. Birmingham maybe?”

  “Yeah,” she said, agreeably, “make a night of it. Better than not having a drink and having to drive home. No, you go, and enjoy yourself. I’ll invite Ellie round for the night and we can have a girlie catch up. I’ll ask your mother if she can have the kids at hers – gives us both a chance to let our hair down then.”

  “Are you sure?” I asked, buzzing with excitement. That was easier than I thought. “It’ll only be a c
heap hotel.”

  “Course I’m sure, but you don’t have to go budget. It’s not like we can’t afford it, tight arse, and besides, it’s been ages since I had a proper girlie night in, or out for that matter. In fact, I might invite a few of my friends from work too. Go all out, make loads of party food and get sloshed.” She smiled and picked up a plate from near to the cooker. “Come on, it’ll get cold,” she said, putting the cooked breakfast on the table.

  *

  “Hey, I wasn’t expecting to hear from you today,” Chad said in his deep American drawl.

  “I just wanted to see if you were free, maybe Friday, for an all-nighter?”

  “Sounds good,” he replied. “What did you have in mind?”

  “Hotel in Birmingham, drinks, food, proper catch up,” I added. “Anything you want really.”

  “Anything?” he said seductively.

  “You want it, you can have it.”

  “I’m not gonna turn that down. But, I might hold you to the anything part.”

  “I’m banking on it,” I replied, flirting. “I’ll book a hotel and text you the details…” At the same time, I was thinking what the hell are you doing, you idiot?

  He interrupted me. “Why don’t I swing by your office later on? I’m up near Deansgate about five. We can meet for a quick drink and you can give me all the details.”

  My cock was beginning to harden. “Sounds good to me. I’ll text you the address.”

  “Don’t worry, buddy, I already googled you.”

  “Okay,” I said, “See you later then.”

  “I’ll look forward to it.” He hung up.

  Just as I put my phone on the table, Jenna walked back into the kitchen.

  “Who were you talking to?” she asked.

  “Just a client. He wants a five o’clock meeting so I might be late back, but have a night off from cooking -- I’ll pick take away up on the way home.”

  “Sounds good to me,” she said, as she leant in for a kiss. “I’ll have to rush off. Gotta drop the kids at nursery, then get to the office myself. I’ll see you when you get in. I love you.” She wrapped her arms around me and kissed my cheek. “Bye, baby.”

  “Bye, babe. See you tonight and give the kids a kiss from me.”

  Chapter Five

  I’d put my best suit on. It clung to me in all the right places and looking in the mirror, I knew I looked damn good.

  I wanted to impress Chad both in and out of my suit and underneath slipped into my black jockstrap. I only ever wore it when going to the gym, but I figured it would turn him on.

  Chad was definitely an ass man and wait ‘til he got a load of my arse in this – easy access. He’d be free to slide his enormous cock right up me, and I couldn’t wait.

  *

  The day dragged so slowly, but at five o’clock on the dot, he texted me to say he was on his way up in the elevator.

  I’d given my staff an early dart, wanting to make sure I was prepared and there were no interruptions.

  Jenna had called me ten minutes earlier, just to make sure the meeting was still going ahead, so I didn’t have to worry about her.

  Suddenly, I felt enormous guilt wash over me.

  Was I really going to do this to the woman I loved?

  I felt conflicted, and for a moment, panic began to bubble up inside me. But then, the elevator doors opened and there he was, looking as sexy ever.

  How was I going to stop myself when all I wanted to do was climb on the desk and let him screw me senseless?

  He crossed the office, looking amazing in his stonewashed denim jeans and pristine white fitted V-neck T-shirt.

  I could see his dick bouncing in his trousers as he walked toward me. There was no way he was wearing underwear.

  There wasn’t any time for hello’s before he grabbed the back of my head and pressed his mouth to mine, and we kissed passionately.

  I closed my eyes and savoured the moment.

  I pushed myself against him and could feel his hard cock. He reached down and felt mine through the material of my trousers.

  “I’ve missed you,” he said. pulling away from me momentarily.

  All I could do was moan with pleasure. He was only kissing me and I felt more alive than I had in years.

  “I’ve missed you too, Chad.”

  He looked at me and I could see the desire in his eyes. He wanted me, I could feel it, not just by the hardness of his cock, but by his body language.

  He unfastened my trousers and they dropped to the floor. I stepped out of them, standing there in just my shirt and jockstrap.

  I turned around, giving him a good look at my firm, muscular, waxed arse. I wanted to bend over and show him my rosebud, but good things come to those who wait.

  “Fuck, I forgot how hot that ass was.” He spun me back around, crouched down, licking at my cock through the jockstrap.

  I felt his hand creep round to my arse and then groaned as he slid a finger inside me. It felt so fucking hot, I almost shot my load there and then.

  With the other hand, he freed my bulging cock and sucked gently on my foreskin.

  He pulled his fingers from my arse and used his hand to roll my foreskin back before taking my cock into his mouth and sucking it in long, but gentle strokes.

  I was in ecstasy and fiddled with the buttons on my shirt, wanting to get it off as quickly as I could.

  Chad always liked to bite my nipples and I wanted to experience that again, in fact, I wanted to do everything with him.

  He moved away from my cock and stood up, just standing staring at me.

  “Is that what you wanted?” he asked.

  “Yes, more than anything, but…”

  “No buts,” he interrupted. “We’re both married, but this is just between the two of us, okay.”

  I felt a little better, but whatever he said, I’d broken my vows and deep down worried that what I was about to do would crack the foundations of my marriage wide open.

  Even though the doubts whirled through my mind, I couldn’t stop myself and lay back on my desk, pulling my legs apart and holding onto my feet. I pushed my pens and pads on the floor, and I was vaguely aware my phone had dropped too.

  “You want me to fuck you? So soon,” he asked.

  “I can’t wait any longer, Chad. I want your big dick to split me wide open.” I almost begged him, but then again, I knew how much he liked that.

  “Do you want me to use a condom?” he asked.

  “No, I want you deep in me, raw. I wanna feel you shoot your load up into my guts.”

  “Fucking dirty whore,” he said, as he approached me. “You want this?” he asked as he pulled open his jeans and his cock burst out.

  I’d forgotten how big it really was, but I didn’t just want it, I needed it. I wanted to feel that fine line between pleasure and pain again after all these years.

  He crouched down again and pushed his finger into my arse.

  “Aaah,” I moaned, as I pushed against his finger. “Screw me with your big cock,” I begged.

  “Okay, Bitch. If you want it that much, here you go.” He pulled his finger out and spat into my arse hole, then fingered his spit into me a little.

  He stood up and took hold of my ankles and slammed his raw cock into me, and I actually gasped at the sheer size as it tore my insides open.

  Thank fuck there was nobody working on the same floor right then as my moans echoed around the office space.

  With each stroke he took, his cock plunged deeper and deeper into me, until I could actually feel my hole stretched around his thick cock.

  All the while, he carried on fucking me, staring into my eyes, making sure I could feel every inch of him. And I could, and I hadn’t felt this good in years.

  We fucked for what seemed like forever then I noticed that same look, the look I’d loved as he was about to shoot.

  He let out an almighty groan and I could feel his warm spunk squirting into me. I pushed myself onto his cock, wanting to
milk the last out of it as he collapsed forward and lay against me.

  His cock was still hard inside me, and it wasn’t long before he was ready to go again. He tightened his grip on my ankles and began to bang away at me, but this time, he came within minutes.

  We were both exhausted, the sweat pouring off both of us, and I knew we’d both need to use the showers before leaving to go home.

  Chad stepped back and his cock slid out of me. Then he pulled me to my feet and into a deep, long, passionate kiss.

  “I hope it’s not another decade before we do that again,” he said.

  “How’s Friday night for you?” I said, reminding him.

  “Can’t come soon enough,” he replied, kissing me again.

  *

  Jenna hung up the phone, unsure of what she had just heard.

  Sitting down at the table, her hands were trembling.

  She knew what it sounded like, but it couldn’t be.

  Could it?

  Not Zane. Not her husband.

  He wouldn’t do that to her. Would he?

  Maybe it was some sort of twisted joke?

  It sounded like Zane, but at that moment in time, she was doing everything she could to convince herself she’d imagined what she’d just heard.

  *

  It was gone nine pm when I walked through the front door, and as promised, I’d picked up dinner from her favourite take away.

  “I’m home, Jen,” I called. “I got Thai. Is that okay?”

  The guilt was gnawing away at me and I wasn’t the slightest bit hungry.

  “Sounds good,” she called out, from the sitting room.

  “You stay there. I’ll bring it in with plates and cutlery.”

  A few minutes later, I walked in and placed the tray of food down on the coffee table in the middle of the floor then bent down to kiss her.