I know you probably don’t believe me, I don’t even believe myself. Sex is ruined for me forever, nothing could get hotter than whatever the fuck happened last weekend.

About two weeks ago I went to a Halloween party in my hometown. I live in New York now and I don’t get to come home very often, I’m very busy with work. My friend, Johnny always throws an awesome party- tons of kids from my high-school come and the parents have their friends over and it’s always loads of fun. My girlfriend has been wanting to go to this party and I figured it might be nice to see some familiar faces.

And it was. When we arrived- I said hi to Johnny’s parents, and they introduced them to our friends. Among them was my other friend’s mom, let’s call her Vicky. Vicky stole the show, and she knew it. She was wearing an elegant, form fitting, brown body suit. You could see every curve. She had on a headband with deer ears and her doe eyes were practically begging for it. We had flirted in the past but all in innocent fun.

The party was great. My friends and I were up to our usual business in the pool house. We were drinking, smoking, snorting- whatever fit the bill. My girlfriend had had enough by about 11, but she insisted I stay. We got into a bit of a back and forth and she slammed the door on me as her uber pulled off.

I lit a cigarette because I was a bit rattled by the cocaine and the fight. I was about to call her, until I heard a sexy Colombian voice behind me: “Do you mind sharing?”

I was lost and was apparently wearing it on my face.

“Your cigarette,” she giggled and she held out her hand, “can I have a drag?” She was drunk.

I handed her the cigarette, she asked where my girlfriend was and I explained what just went down.

She listened, maintaining eye contact- and even seemed to be liking it as my eyes wandered down at her cleavage, which was heavenly out- calling my name.

She finally put her hand on my chest, softly stroked up my neck and caressed my chin. She was biting her lip now.

“You’re going to be just fine, look at you.” She slid her hand from my chest down to my lower abdomen. “Just fine... come get a drink inside with me.”

We went into the main house, which was empty. The older crowd was outside on the patio and my friends were over at the pool house. Vicky and I found ourselves alone in the basement bar. We passed a bottle of wine back and forth, standing on opposite sides of the bar. We shared stories, she complained caretaking for her husband (who is struggling with Parkinson’s). She talked about her old days and how she used loved coke. So I gave her a bump. We kept laughing and subtly touching each other as we drank the bottle dry.

Then waved me over to her side of the bar. I sat next to her on the barstool. As I started pulling out the bag, she unzipped her shirt, her entire cleavage showing at this point. She held her perfect tits in her hand and pushed them together.

“Do your line here.”

I didn’t think twice. I poured out a decent line while grabbing her thigh and took my time. As soon as I did the line, she pulled me closer, her hand on the back of my head. I started kissing her neck and rubbing inner thigh. Teasing her with my fingers while we made out like animals. I choked her gently and made her look up at me. I knew that she was mine.

I told her to go to the bathroom and that I wouldn’t be far behind her. She played with her wedding ring for a moment before taking it off. Putting it in my jacket. She scurried off to the bathroom like a good little girl.

I gave her about a minute. When I knocked on the door, she opened it wearing nothing but a black string thong. She was bent over with her hands on the counter. I had to bend down to kiss her neck as I pulled her waist towards my throbbing cock. I thought I might have to use some spit, but she was soaked. It slipped right in. When I put it all the way in she practically screamed. I hushed her with my hand over her mouth and then fucked her like that, watching the whole thing in the mirror. I haven’t finished that quickly since high school. It was the hottest experience of my life. After I came inside her we made out one more time.

We returned to our respective groups. Nobody thought anything of it. A victimless crime.

Everyday since, while I’m at work. I’ll get a text from her telling me she’s thinking about my cock. She has been blowing me up with nudes, and we’ve even started FaceTime sex. Our sexual chemistry is on a level I’ve never felt.

Today, she texted me and told me that she is coming to the City this weekend to see some college friends and said “she hates staying in hotels alone.”

I’m living my fucking dream.