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We were offered a seat at the bar, because of the long line. We declined though and sat on a cushioned bench to wait our turn for seating. It wasn't long. I held the chair for her and then sat down next to her. Coffee was served immediately. The waiter explained that because everything was cooked to order it would be a few minutes before he could bring us the menus. Barb began to tell me her history.

"Carl, after our divorce, I married Dave. The guy who cuckolded you. I thought things would go well for us. They didn't. He was not what I wanted in a husband. I guess he was actually the rebound from our problems. Somehow, I got through five years of marriage. I went to college and got my degree. Dave was not what I expected from a husband. He did not do well by us. I then divorced him and married another Carl.

"I met him while I was married to Dave. He was a rebound too and he soon left Jen and I. You don't want to know about all the men in my life. I never had success with any of them. Throughout all of this though my career has been successful. I am working for the same firm I started with and have received several promotions. Financially we are well off. I have never understood my desire for new and strange men. Carl was simply another man to be tried and thrown back. I don't even look to marry anyone now. Besides we are not divorced."

"Barb, you don't need to explain anything, just forget the past. Here comes the menu." The waiter brought over a carving station and asked us to pick out the cuts we wanted. Barb and I picked a well marbled T bone. We agreed to split it because it was so thick. In front of us the waiter cut it perfectly and then took it away. "In a few minutes dinner will be here." I said. Barb went on.

"Believe it or not, Carl and I are so different. He drives truck, and is gone a lot." "Without sounding bitter, at times I wonder why we stay married. He hasn't wanted me in more than a half-dozen times over the last four or five years..."

"Barb, let me tell you, you're attractive, and your husband needs to have his head examined."

"Can we go somewhere after dinner and just forget everything. Please! Hell, I just feel like crying and you can... Oh! Please, Carl! Hell, Carl. I feel like crying."

Dinner was more or less a silent affair. Barb ate as though she was on auto pilot. Her eyes had tears in them and occasionally one would drip down her cheek messing her mascara. After dinner I offered to take her to a little piano bar I knew of. A quiet place, but she wanted to go back to the hotel. "Where are you staying here in Chicago?" "At the Holiday Inn." I replied, "Are you there also?" "Yes. Carl, can we go to the hotel? I need to just relax."

I hailed a taxi and we returned to the hotel. "Would you like to come to my room and have coffee or something?" I asked, praying she would agree. "Yes, that would be nice. But lets get something a the coffee shop rather than paying room service."

I offered my room but she led me to hers. I watched as she kicked off her shoes, and left to go to the bathroom. We hadn't had our coffee yet, so I waited while she showered though I wondered if I should leave. I felt awkward. Finally I opened my coffee and took a sip.

The bathroom door opened. A vision of perfect feminine loveliness entered the room. "Glad your still here." I heard Barb say, as I watched her put on an ivory laced gossamer gown. There was nothing protective about it. I could see her well formed tits, nipples, her very nice figure, and her dark pubic hair. She was all I remembered. "My God Barb! I hope to hell you not just teasing me, because you look absolutely stunning! You've become such an attractive woman. So desirable! I should leave....." my voice trailed off as I was remembering the good times. This was the woman who gave me her virginity! I wasn't ready for more rejection.

"No, stay," She said as she daintily got on to the bed and through back the covers. She beckoned me to join her. "Leave the lights on Carl. Remember the first time?" How could I forget. I was back in Columbus in that cruddy apartment. I stripped in record time and joined her on the bed. I pulled her to me and held her close.

Our first kiss was a deep long french one with my tongue dancing with hers in her mouth. No air. Just my hands skimming along her body playing with her skin and finding her very stiff nipples. Once again she was nineteen and it was our first time. Within moments I was suckling at her breasts. I loved the feel of her hardening nipples in my mouth. I sucked on each of them and then I licked and kissed my way down south. At last I reached her secret place. I remembered to lick her, and nibble her clit. I barely put a finger in her. Just enough. Just as I had the first time we played.

The perfume she had sprayed on her sex was exceedingly pleasant. It was her way of telling me she wanted to be eaten. Often I would go down on her for an hour or two before the act.

Once we had been driving around the countryside, looking at the fall leaves, and I found an old lane and pulled into it. The lane led into a large field. I made sure the car could not be seen from the road. I got a blanket out of the trunk and spread it on the ground. Barb enjoyed looking at the very bright blue sky while I buried my face in her delightful pussy. Finally after a couple of hours she begged me to stop. "I must have cum a dozen times! Your so giving! Please no more!" Later, after we got home, she said she really enjoyed being out in public and found the day very exciting.

Using my lips, I closed them around her clitoris, and started out gently sucking her labia and clitoris. I worked my teeth gently nibbling her clit while my mouth sucked her labia as hard as I could. I was sure the pressure was way up. I felt Barb's hips rising up from the bed, as my hands reached under her buttocks. I slipped a finger into her rear entrance and then for at least five minutes, I once more, was bringing down her orgasms, and again I heard her cry out.

"My God! Carl! Fuck me! Oh my God! Your so good! What was I thinking? FUCK ME! I want you inside me! DO ME! FUCK ME!" Barb was sobbing, begging, pleading, and shuddering from one orgasm after another. "My! I want you to fuck me! Now Carl! I Just do me, like we did before!"

While moving my face up from her pussy, I looked at Barb's smooth legs and kissed them passionately. I licked and kissed her toes. I licked each leg up and down. I was teasing her, trying to keep her high and on the edge. I guess I was succeeding because she kept moaning, pleading, begging me.

"Darling! Don't tease me! Fuck me! Carl! Yessss! Oh yes! Carl! Fuck me! Fuck me like, I want you to fuck me like we did before! No one has ever fucked me like you! Carl!"

Barb cried out, and memories from the past must have gone through both mine and her minds at the same time. I recalled, how I would suck her strongly for a long time, or fuck her slow, then fast, then slow once more, with short strokes or a grinding action. Sometimes she would lose control and squirt. Sometimes she would flood my face, the bed or whatever we were on. Sometimes she would pull my hair so hard I would think she was pulling it all out.

For nearly a minute or more, Barb's hips heaved upward and crashed back down on the bed, and her shouts were loud and shrill. Then I moved up her body, and eased my cock into her soaking pussy. Just as I let my mouth loose, she let go. One tremendous orgasm, her squirt was long, and soaked us both. As soon as I entered her, and got my face next to hers, she kissed and licked the wetness from it. I held my ejaculation as long as I could. She wrapped her legs around me, pulled me into her, tightened her cunt and squeezed. That did it! Enough! I shot my hot, white load deep into her passage.

Barb had, by this time, locked her legs high on my back. She humped her hips up and down several times as I lay on top of her. Her body bounced as if on springs. As I came down, I realized Barb had scratched my back. How I missed those love marks!

Afterward we lay back, side-by-side. I looked over at Barb and gazed into her eyes. I watched her lungs labor to recover from the unusual exercise. "I see you're still my Wildcat. I will have these lacerations for the next week or so, thanks for the memories. Damn, Barb I need to know, have you ever fucked any man as you have me? In the past or just now... truth... The truth Barb... has any other man given you the passion I have?"

"Why do you ask such a personal question? I do not discuss my sex life with anyone."

"Simple, just plain and simple, I have never in my life had a woman mark my body like you do or had a woman squirt on me while going down on her." Looking in Barb's eyes, again I asked, "Have you ever marked a man or squirted on him this way? I just want to know if any other man has given you such sexual release. I want to know if I am the best!"

She turned on her side, raised her arm up and rested her face in her hand. She looked at me, I saw her eyes tell me the answer. I wanted to hear her say it. "Carl, after the first time you did me, I actually hated you. I did not want you to take my virginity. You won't like this, but I promised Dave he would be my first. I told him that when we were both fourteen."

"So, you started dating him when you were fourteen, so?" Barb, answer my question, has any other man been honored to feel your claws tear the skin on his back open or enjoy your giving his face a bath?"

"Damn you Carl! You're asking me if I'm still in love with you! That's your game, isn't it?"

"Perhaps it is, Wildcat. I have never forgotten you. I always put you first. I went on and probably she would have ended it had we been somewhere else. "Dave," I whispered to Barb, "Could not give you what I could. When you had sex with him, would he bring you off like I did tonight? I bet his dick wasn't more than four inches long. Right?"

"You're a real shit! Even now you hound me about Dave! Carl, we aren't married any longer. I..." Her voice trailed off.

"Damn it! Barb, we are divorced because you cuckolded me. You were doing men from the time we met. Even after we were married you were cheating with Carl. Remember, I caught you driving around town with him. When I finally tried to talk with him face to face, the coward ran from me."

"Carl, please! Don't embarrass me! I will answer this but don't ask anything else. What Carl and I did, well yes, it was good. I have had no other man love me as he did. Only! Only you could ever satisfy me. OH HELL! CARL HOLD ME!"

Finally, after all these years, I found out what I needed to know. I pulled Barb to me and held her. In a few moments she moved on top of me. It startled me. She had never done that before. She sat on me, guided me into her and rode me. She rode me until we both had another orgasm. She was so weak after climaxing, she fell forward across my face. I put my arms around her, pulled her close, and watched as she fell asleep.

Around four in the morning, Barb woke me. She was still lying atop. She was kissing my ear and stuck her tongue into it. "You're up to your old tricks, doing that to my ear."

"You remember, don't you...? Carl, it is late, are you going to sleep with me all night, I would like that..."

"Sure, just as soon as I find a way to slip something up inside that warm and wonderful slit between those smooth and lovely thighs."

"Oh hell! Carl, I may never go home, after this... you don't need to offer me anything that is just how I feel after being with you once more. Its been a long time."

I moved my cock to Barb's waiting sex, and I felt it grip me tightly as I slipped up into her depths. "Ummmm! Oh! God Barb! You feel so good! You make me feel like a man again. I am falling in love with you all over again."

"I just want you in me... OOOOOHHH! Carl... tell me you love me!"

"I love you Barb. I have always loved you. Thinking back, I asked, "Do your recall the time we went to Niagara Falls, and I fucked you in the wooded area over on Goat Island, you bent over and I took you doggie style?"

"I remember. I had almost forgotten, UMMMM!" As she spoke, Barb commenced crying and her lips sought mine, and her arms moved tightly around my neck and hugged me and her lips stayed on mine until I ejaculated in her body.

The next morning we awoke at six, the sound of her automatic wake up phone call. We lay looking at each other and Barb told me, "I will be here for three weeks, how about you?"

"I'm here for two weeks, but I can stay for another if you would like that, but I have a question, who moves to who's room?"

"Call me romantic, but I would love to spend three weeks in your bed. Carl, I want you more and more... don't hate me for what happened in the past. Please tell me you don't."

"Do you realize how often I thought of the skin on your thighs, and even to the point of jacking off to the memory? I still have a photo of you I sometimes place on the stand next to my bed when I jack-off?"

"Your not lying, Carl, your not lying to me... are you? Thank you."

I could see by the expression on her face that she knew I was telling her the truth. She began again, "Do you remember what I always liked, when I woke up with you, when we first started having sex?" I nodded and watched as Barb moved down and took my flaccid cock into her mouth. In a very few minutes I was hard as a rock.

"I want to drink your cream, I haven't since yours. Honest."

I came and came hard. It splashed the back of her mouth and some seeped out around her lips. But she got most of it. I watched her as she bobbed up and down. I remembered other times when she had done this. Even the first time.

We showered together. I dressed and went to my room. I redressed and then returned to Barb's room while she prepared for the day. We went down to the lobby together and arranged for her belongings to be moved to my room. We told the desk clerk we had gotten back together.

"If anyone calls for me, tell them I have checked out and will be staying elsewhere. If its business they will leave a message. Please reassure them I will return their calls." Barb told the desk clerk.

We entered the restaurant and enjoyed a hearty breakfast. She had yogurt. I had my usual. Bacon, eggs, coffee, toast, and of course, we both had good conversation.

During the day, I had trouble keeping my mind on my work. At four o' clock I was on my way to my room. Barb had said it would be nearly five before she could leave her seminar for the day. This was her long day. The rest of the time she would be done by four.

I changed and then looked at my watch. It was nearly four thirty. I took the elevator to the lobby, left the hotel, went to a nearby liquor store and purchased our favorites. A bottle of Scotch, and two bottles of wine, one a white, the other a California Zinfandel.

Walking back to the hotel, I watched as Barb stepped from a taxi. As she headed for the entrance to the hotel, I shouted out as loudly as possible, "WILDCAT!" The expression on her face was perfect! She turned to the sound of my voice, and even from 30-feet away, I could see her blush.

Laughing, and at the same time shaking her fist at me, "YES, YOU LITTLE TOMCAT, WHAT DO YOU WANT?"

When did she get the cute rhetorical reply in her life, I wondered. We met at the lobby entrance. We reached out and hugged each other. She laughed. Pressing her body to mine, she asked, "Is anyone watching? I wanted to fuck you all day! Carl, I feel like I did when we first met! Hell! Why didn't you fuck me the first night I let you take me home? Then I wouldn't have felt guilty about Dave. That's the truth. I have tried to sort it all out all day long."

"Hit the sidewalk, Wildcat, I'm ready to feel those legs around me... I also thought a lot today." Smiling, I looked into her eyes, "Now Barb, if you and Carl aren't getting it on, you must have a boyfriend to keep you active, don't you?" We were at the elevator by that time. We were in company of others so we kept quiet and behaved until we got to my room.

"Honest! I went out for a drink a couple of times and at the last minute turned chicken. Once I did go as far as undress, get under the covers, and just as I watched the guy undress, I saw his lifeless dick. He was so drunk I was sure he would never be able to get it up. I jumped out of bed, ran to the bathroom, dressed and left the poor bastard in bed. I don't think he even noticed I was gone."

We showered together. Memories kept coming back. I was in our house in the bath with her, it was a Saturday... I watched her turn around for me to scrub her back, and then while I was washing it I eased my finger into her crack and to the edge of her anus. Her puckered hole began to tighten as it was stimulated. "You." she started to say but just got out and dried off. She pulled me to her and we got on the bed. I wondered if she had ever had anal sex.

She kissed me. Pulled me to her and held me. I kissed her back. I went down her body her hips, her legs, her feet, her thighs, I split her apart and began to suck her mound. I a few minutes I turned her over and kissed her lovely tight buttocks. I opened them. I kissed her nether hole. I licked her. She began mewling. Her hands went under her torso and reached her sex. She fingered herself. She played with her mons. I was trying my best to make her hot.

She started to move her hands. I whispered in her ear, "No, don't stop touching your pussy, I've never watched you play with yourself. Rub you pussy for me. Make yourself cum! Do it! For both of us!"

As she continued to play I guided my cock to her nether hole. It was red, small, and very inviting. I rubbed the head of my cock all over, and then as she began to rise to her climax I pushed my cock into her butt. I used my own spittle to wet it. Barb was pumping now. She was moving faster and faster. She rubbed her pussy and clit. My cock was now buried in her. My balls were against her ass. She was moaning, "Ugh, Ugh!" She turned her face as far as she could. "What are you doing! IT!"

"Let it feel good!" I interrupted. "Tell me what is best for you." She didn't comment. She just pulled her legs under her, thrusting her ass into the air. Occasionally she would sob out, "UGH! UGH!" I finally grabbed her hips and pulled her to me. My cock was buried to the hilt. I came with a shout and splashed my white hot jizz all over her insides. After a few minutes I got off her and went into the bathroom to wash up. I left her on the bed curled up in a ball. Then I returned with a warm washcloth, soap and a towel and cleaned her.

It was an eerie silence as we lay on the bed together. Barb on her stomach, legs pulled up, breathing softly and whimpering. I next to her, holding her, stroking my now soft cock trying to get it hard again. Barb turned her face to me, stared into my eyes and asked, "Can we try that again?"

I looked around the room. I needed a lube. I had done her the first time with my spit and it was not the best lubrication. I needed something more. "Do you have any lube with you?"

"Look in the bathroom, in my travel kit. There maybe something you can use." I got up and looked. In a moment or two I was back. I had some petroleum jelly with me. "That's greasy." "Yes but it is a good lube and it will let us play without fear of tearing up your insides." I was quick to point out. I wondered how many others had sampled her anus over the years. My thoughts were interrupted. "I thought we had done it all. Your the first to take me back there. No one has ever been there before. You got my virginity twice."

"Barb, get on your knees. Get your ass up. I demanded.

"You're my first. I know you will go slow. Be easy! Carl Are you sure you know what you are doing? Don't be mean!" I got a gob of jelly and spread it on my finger. She started to speak when I shoved it into her. "UMMMMPHHH! That's cold! OHHH! WHAT ARE YOU? OHHHH! DO IT! DO IT!" I pulled out and rubbed more jelly as quickly as I could all over my cock. Then I gently shoved into her. I pushed home. "UMMMM! UGH! OHHHHH!" She took it. All of it. She rocked back and forth. I decided to try to go deeper. "Stand on the floor with me." I said, as I pulled out. She got up and stood up next to the bed. I bent her over and told her to put her hands on the bed and keep her body parallel to the floor. Her ass was now at the level of my erection.

I began to take longer and deeper strokes back and forth in her gripping anal passage. I moved gently back and forth till I felt I was coming to my climax. I began to thrust a bit harder. Finally, I was bouncing her as hard as I could. She cried out, "My ass! Carl, not so deep! Aughhhh! It hurts! Oh my! God it hurts! NO MORE! I can't take it! Stop! Carl You're I cumming! AUGHHH! OHHHHH!" She squirted. She let her load go and it splashed all over me, the floor, and the bed. She shook violently and then when I pulled out she squirted again. "Thank you." was all I said, as I collapsed on the bed.

Lying beside me, she whispered, "You hate me don't you? You really don't like me do you? That is why you took my ass isn't it? Carl why did you hurt me? Why did you fuck me in the ass?"

"Barb, I don't hate you, maybe years ago, I did. Your ass was something I realized I missed. I wanted to love you deep and hard. I wanted the one thing you told me no other man had ever had. I wanted it to be another first time. And it was! It was the best you ever gave me! Forgive me! I STILL LOVE YOU! I HAVE ALWAYS LOVED YOU!

We got up and went to the bathroom. With the water cascading down on us, she turned and took me in her arms. She put her mouth to my ear and whispered, "Carl, you really do still love me. It's true isn't it. Why can't things be different?"

There was no reply. We got out, dried off, and dressed. We left the hotel and went down the street to a little Greek restaurant. Unknown to her, I had made reservations there earlier. We went to the bar, and over a drink she asked, "Are you married?"

"No, I am divorced. About eight months ago it was final. Are you proposing?" "No, I love you. Really I love you. But my life is crap. And if I married you now all we would ever do is fuck."

We ate dinner in a somber mood. I had arranged for a violinist to serenade us. He did so with wonderful Greek tunes ending with the theme from Fiddler on the Roof. We walked home holding hands and kissing. After returning to our room, I offered Barb a drink. "Scotch, on the rocks."

"You never liked that."

"Things change. I never did anal till last night. I want that drink."

I poured her a glass and got one for myself.

"You know we could be one again." I said.

She interrupted. "No it would never work. I am not happy with Carl but my children dearly love him. I won't take them away from him. I have to tell you: Dave thought he was my first. He was certain he took my cherry. I was young, dumb, I let him believe that and he insisted he had to marry me. I never told him I was married to you. I simply left you and went to him. Since then there have been others. However, you are still the one I really, dearly, truly love."

The next two weeks went by in a blur. We attended our meetings. Fulfilled our obligations to our companies. We knew that it could not last. Our last night together, we had room service. Cocktails, dinner, and well the rest as they say is history.

During the meal Barb told me a bit more. "Carl, Dave thought he was my first, I did see him after we were married. I did cheat. I don't know why. I also cheated with others after we were divorced. Again I don't know why. I guess I was young and dumb. I ask your forgiveness."

"Barb is there any future for us?" She looked down at the floor and mumbled something. I really did not hear what she said. After dinner, we showered together, and got into bed. Neither of us got any sleep. We made wonderful, beautiful love all night. About five in the morning we got up and went out to the airport. That was the last time I saw her.

While my mother was alive, Barb always sent pictures of Jen to her Grandmother. She taught Jen to respect her and she made sure Jen always sent notes on birthdays, Christmas and other holidays.

Five years passed. I finally got a card. It had a wildcat on the front. Inside was a hand written note. "The wildcat is no longer caged. Chicago Saturday, July 1st. Call me on my cell. Card enclosed." PS: Wildcat has had no tomcats around since Chicago." It was unsigned.

I guess she's divorced. I have not decided whether to call or not. There is a part of me that would relish the new adventure. Five years is a long time. What would you do?