ROLEPLAY HQ - the-flame-never-dies

Julia and Christopher grew up together, their mothers were best friends, their fathers were buddies. They were neighbours. In a small town. A town that everybody knew everybody, although Julia and Chris were the best of friends despite the two year gap. Their friendship suffered when Julia accepted a university offer in Spain. After making the decision to go, she enjoyed her last night with all her friends at Christopher’s, cousin wedding. Sneaking off with Chris when everyone was dancing. The emotions of the night took over them, the liquid encouragement from the alcohol helped, as they hooked up inside the barn his cousin was married in. She had to leave the next morning. Not really discussing anything. Julia made the trip back home every few months for a few years, until she came back to tell Chris she was pregnant. Only to find out the news that he had a girlfriend. It was then that the visits home stopped, she didn’t want to ruin his relationship. A relationship that he went on to keep. So Julia moved on too, she had the baby, meet Mark a year later and fell in love. Mark took her son under his wing and they became a family. Getting married when Lewis was only 2. Years have passed, both of Julia’s boys are growing up and although they moved back to the Uk when Lewis was little. She had always wanted to come home to her small town. So when a listing for a family home came up. She took it. The town had already started talking about the return of Julia, especially since her mother spoke to everyone in the town. Her mum was a proud Gran, always showing off her kids. Julia knew about Chris and where his life went. They stayed in touch the odd time. A like here and a comment there on Facebook. Part of her was nervous to be living so close to him again. Would her feelings return? (edited)

11:42 AM

@Mr Writes

Soon after their drunken night together at his cousins wedding, his loneliness and missing of her was replaced by Rebecca’s love. Maybe his feelings for his best friend all those years ago were stronger than they felt the need to admit at the time. Chris & Rebecca married 3 years later, at the knowledge at that point of Julia through Facebook. She was invited but couldn’t make it. Chris and Rebecca had a honeymoon pregnancy which bought Charlotte to the world and their life was complete. 3 weeks ago at dinner with his mother, Karen, she shared the news that Julia’s mother had told her she was returning. His belly flipped, though he kept it to himself. That name, did it hold anything? Karen reportedly had forgotten where her return was due. That didn’t help his anxiety. Would they even bump into eachother? The town was large enough to not see someone for quite some time, though, tight-nit enough for news to travel. This was news. The successful woman from town was returning from abroad. @Mrs Writes 💓

The inevitable of them bumping into each other was going to happen sooner or later, especially since their parents still lived in their childhood homes. Julia was lucky that she hadn’t bumped into him within the first two weeks of being back home. But then again, she hardly left the house. Trying to make it a home. The boys were coping well, they knew the town too from visiting their gran and grandpa over the years for brief visits. Her mother, Lindsey, was excited to have her daughter and grandchildren home. Hosting a family dinner on the Sunday of their 2nd week home. Julia couldn’t hold off anymore. As they pulled up the her parents house. The memories came flooding back from her childhood. “Is your bestfriend from when you were younger still alive?” Lewis asked. “What?” She turned to face him, snapping out of her day dream. “What? Yes. He was only two years older than me..?” She replied “That’s still old..” he replies dodging her hand going her his hair. “Leave my hair alone!!” He moaned and ran into his grans house. Mark and their youngest Jude followed him in, as Julia stood infront of both the houses. Taking them in. @Mr Writes

Chris and Rebecca stood talking to Karen. The garden was full of usual faces, laughter and chatter. It was never dull with the whole past together. “You knew Julia well, right?” Rebecca asked smiling. She knew the background of their friendship, not the drunken night they’d spent together though. Rebecca’s hand slipped into his as the back gate opened. Cheers rang out. He squeezed it and nodded. “We were at the same school, but I was older”. He caught his glimpse of her through the crowds of people welcoming her. It seemed she’d not seen anyone since her return apparently 2 weeks ago. She still had that long hair. @Mrs Writes 💓

She didn’t know about the party. Although her husband seemed too. Her heart filled with dread as she lost Lewis in the crowd of bodies. What if he bumped into Chris, what is Chris knew instantly. The questions ran through her mind as she greeted and made her way around. She introduced her husband to everyone, until she got to Karen. “Mrs McKenzie! It’s so good to see you. Your looking well” she hugged the women who was basically a second mother to her. “This is my husband Mark, I think you guys met on one of our quick visits.” Mark shook Karen’s hand, spoiling her with compliments as Julia took a step back. Bumping into Chris. “I’m sorry - Christopher.” She smiled, hugging him. “Hi. It’s good to see you..” “Oh - this is my husband, mark. Mark this is Chris.” I introduce you too, as Lewis comes over. “Dad, gran needs you.” He said. Julia’s face felt like it dropped, hoping she was masking it well. “This is Lewis, my eldest. His brother is around here somewhere..” @Mr Writes

Chris shook Mark’s hand. “I only know your existence from a far, Facebook posts of holidays from your wife”. Chris laughs gently. “Lewis, nice to meet you Sir” Chris shook his hand too, the older teenager looked like a young man. “Same story applies for you, Facebook posts from mum eh”. He said, not trying to embarrass him. “And you eh?” Chris smiled, holding out an arm to greet an old friend, only moments ago had she announced her return by bumping into him from Karen. “Welcome home”. His smile warm and welcoming. @Mrs Writes 💓

She smiled at him as Marks hand hooked round her lower back, pulling her into him. “Thank you” she glanced up at her husband before looking back at the couple in front of them. “Lewis go find your brother to come meet Christopher and Rebecca…” “He’s talking to a girl” Lewis groans, looking at his mum. Both Mark and her moved to look. Jude was talking to Chris’s daughter

4:19 AM

@Mr Writes

Chris laughed and shared a glance to Rebecca at his side. “Ours”. He laughed again and Rebecca nodded. “You don’t want that problem”. Rebecca laughed again. There was no awkwardness immediately noticeable. Only Julia and Chris knew of any history between the two of them. “Sorry, Julia, this is Rebecca”. He said with a proud smile introducing the ladies together. @Mrs Writes 💓

“It’s lovely to meet you.” Julia smiled. “God your daughter is just like you..” Julia commented. “Julia! I need your help in the kitchen.” My mother shouted. I smiled and excused myself, going to help my mum in the kitchen. Helping her bring out all of the food into the dinning room for people to pick at. Mark got chatting to Christopher and Rebecca. Lewis just went on his phone. “Lewis is Julia’s golden boy.” Mark commented @mr

4:36 AM

@Mr Writes

“Two handsome boys”. Rebecca commented. “We only wanted one” she continued, holding Chris’ hand tightly. She knew enough people here to be comfortable, Mark and Julia were of course just the new arrivals. “Happy to be back in the UK?” Chris asked Mark intrigued. “I know she’s been so successful out there”. He smiled proudly. His old school friend had genuinely been amazing. “She looks fantastic” Rebecca commented. Chris nodded. Of course he did. Mark thanked her kindly. @Mrs Writes 💓

Mark thanked her for complimenting his wife. “Back in the uk? We’ve always lived here?” He looked a bit confused. “Did you think we lived in Spain? No no, we met at a night out in Spain, I brought her back to the uk and the rest is history..” he explained as his wife returned. Kissing her. “What was that for?” She asked with a smile “is mark boring you? London can do that for some one..”

4:48 AM

@Mr Writes

Rebecca and Chris shared equally confused glances. They clearly didn’t know or had misunderstood. Was Chris being rude or just explaining? Rebecca smiled at Julia’s return. A female again joined the circle. “We should catch a coffee, I’m always up for new friends” she smiled invitingly. Rebecca and Julia were similar in many ways. Many similarities in them both. Perhaps that helped Chris between their friendship ending and Rebecca entering his life as she did. @Mrs Writes 💓

“We should, we have lots to catch up on.” Rebecca and Julia were older friends, from a few classes in highschool. “Same with you Chris..it would be nice to catch up with you too. Properly.” Julia smiled at him. Taking in how he had changed, aged yet still stayed the same in aspects. “What do you do for a living then mate?” Mark asked

4:59 AM

@Mr Writes

Chris and Mark step to one side to be able to talk comfortably as the girls do the same. “I have my own car detailing business” he said proudly. He handed him a card from his pocket. “I always have them” he laughed. “What do you do?” He asked. “I know so little about yourself or Julia, it’s been so long”. He admitted. Chris looked left to Julia and Rebecca, walking to the drinks station on the patio. You couldn’t tell them apart from behind. Similar builds, height, figures. Both great bum’s, at least in today’s outfits. @Mrs Writes 💓

Rebecca asked what Lilia was up to now. “I’m..still figuring that out. I was a lawyer.. but since we’ve moved back. It’s all up in the air.” Julia admitted. Back over at the drinks station, mark answered Chris. “I own my own finance company, work mainly in London. Commute down there every other week. You know what it’s like, when the wife wants to move closer to home, you don’t stop her.” Mark and Christopher were total opposites. “Juls mentioned that you guys used to be really close. Hard not to be when you’re living next to her all these years..” @Mr Writes

Chris nodded, making sure not to give away anything in facial expressions. They used to be close. Growing up friends made them build boundaries of course. Until of course that night. Since that night, when Julia left, her returns meant something different for a brief moment in time. @Mrs Writes 💓

Julia kept looking back over towards them. Meeting Christopher’s gaze one. She just smiled her usual, infectious smile before turning her back. Why was she getting butterflies? She excused herself from Rebecca and went inside the house. Going up to her childhood bedroom, which hadn’t changed, looking out of the window. Across the road to Christopher’s childhood house. @Mr Writes

“It’s too much for her already”. Julia’s mum pointed out and up to the window overlooking the garden and the houses opposite. “Maybe it’s just a bit much everyone here for her”. Chris’ mum added. People nodded. “We can give her some space”. Mark completed the conversation as guests helped themselves to the food arriving on the long table on the patio next to the drinks. “You okay?” Chris mimed & looked up to the window, giving her a querying thumbs up. @Mrs Writes 💓

“Shite.” She closed the blinds quickly and sat down on the floor. Looking at her room. The kiddie style room. She composed herself and then rejoined the party. “Mr McKenzie, can she come to my house to play soon?” Jude tapped Chris to ask. @Mr Writes

Chris smiled amused and bent down to Jude’s height. “Who, Charlotte?” He asked. Jude nodded. Julia walked past at that moment. “You’ll have to ask her mother, OH, and your own”. He prompted to Julia as she walked past in earshot. “Your son’s after a play date with my precious daughter…” @Mrs Writes 💓

Julia stopped as she heard ‘your mother’ be mentioned. “Whats he done?” “Oh, I thought he was in trouble.” She put her hands on Jude’s shoulders “make you a deal, you can have Charlotte over for a play date…if that room of yours is unpacked and tidied. Girls don’t like messy rooms…stinky things.” She was making a comment about Christopher’s old bedroom, how messy he used to have it as a teen. She would always clean it while they weren’t meant to be studying. “Deal! CHARLOTTE!!!” He shouted running away Julia laughed as she watched him run off. “That boy..” she smiled and looked at Chris. This was their first time alone. “Hi..” @Mr Writes

Chris nodded and smiled. Julia’s Hi felt long overdue. “Hey, everything okay?” He asked with genuine sincerity and wonder. He continued before she’d answered. “So I guess I’ll playing taxi for playdates eh” he laughed and shook his head. “As long as they’re not dating in their teenage years”. He joked. Hopefully the kids had helped the adults to break the ice. @Mrs Writes 💓

Julia laughed a little. “We will get a play date sorted for when Lewis and Jude come home from London.” She smiled “they are going to go back down with Mark tomorrow for a week, let me get settled and finish the term down there before they move schools..” “I hope they don’t.. imagine his face when I tell him I’ve slept with his girlfriend’s dad..” she whispered. They were alone anyways. “How have you been?” She asked. @Mr Writes

“Oh thats good, Rebecca and myself are around if you need anything this week”. He smiled offering themselves. Chris smirked as she whispered. “Oh I haven’t forgotten”. He whispered in return. He nodded. “Good. Busy. Dull. A very adult life”. He laughed. “Opposite to your amazing success” he said proudly. @Mrs Writes 💓

She smiled “I’m not successful..” she looked at him. “Gave my career up to move back here..” “Maybe if you’re hiring, I could come to work for you..I can detail a car..”

2:34 AM

@Mr Writes

Chris laughed and took a step closer to the hedgerow hugging the fenceline, away from crowds. “I remember our spontaneous stop in your car”. He nodded. Was she reminiscing that or genuinely looking for a total change in job? Too late now he’d already let the words leave his lips. “It’s all weather, not just shorts and t-shirt in the summer” he laughed. @Mrs Writes 💓

“Maybe I’ll just stick to being a housewife for a while then” she smiled looking at him. “Your mums looking great..” Julia said, making up conversation as she felt awkward after the years they’ve spent away from one another. @Mr Writes

“You look like you’re doing a damn good job being a housewife”. Chris assured her, almost being a cheerleader for her at this point. There was indeed some awkwardness between them. Theyd grown up together, before that drunken night before she went away had resulted in a few extra ones on revisits, but it was something clearly in the past now, that was lingering in the shape of awkwardness. “Mums well”. He nodded agreeing. Yours and mine are often out for lunch together still, its nice they kept that going so long”. He smiled warmly. @Mrs Writes 💓

“Well they’ve been bestfriends since they were little too..” she commented, looking over at both the older women laughing with one another. “Why Rebecca?” Julia turned around to look at him again. @Mr Writes

“Why Rebecca?” Chris repeated, in a tone suggesting he wasn’t following what she meant. @Mrs Writes 💓

“What made you decide to start dating Rebecca?” She asked again. @Mr Writes

“Julia”. Chris paused with a laugh. fuck it. “Well, I fancied you since year 8. Finally kissed you when I was 26. Fooled around with you on your trips until I was 28. I just stopped waiting”. @Mrs Writes 💓

“You never told me.” She looked at him. “Every time we…came. The words out your mouth was - we’re just friends” she repeated the words that they used to say to each other. “As long as you are happy..” Julia repeated, not able to look at him. @Mr Writes

“You’re happy?” He asked assuming. She seemed standoffish. Upset. Angry. Disappointed? @Mrs Writes 💓

“Yeah, you know that all I’ve ever wanted is to be a mother..” she was thankful that Lewis came over to moan about wanting to go home. “Tell your dad..it is getting later.” She replied. Looking at Chris “it was nice seeing you.” @Mr Writes

Her reply was confusing but it was too late to continue. “If you need anything, you know where we are. Nice to meet Mark”. Chris smiled and allowed Julia to gather her children and say her goodbye’s. @Mrs Writes 💓

Julia said her goodbyes and left. During the week, she was out a run when she passed Chris out in this garden. “Christopher?” She stopped jogging out of breath. @Mr Writes

Chris turned from his rose bush at the sound of his voice. ”Julia”. He smiled, looking at the time on his watch. “An afternoon jog?” He asked assumingly. “Hows the week going without the kids?” He smiled remembering. @Mrs Writes 💓

“Oh the gas engineers are here, just thought I would get out of their way with a jog the neighbourhood..” she said catching her breath. “Is this? This your house? I’ve just moved in round the bend..”

4:26 AM

@Mr Writes

Chris laughed. “Yes, I don’t work on others gardens, only yours”. His facial expression didn’t change. “Ohh you’ll have to invite us round once it’s finished” he smiled warmly. “Not too much jogging, don’t lose that hourglass”. @Mrs Writes 💓

“Well being back here makes me want to be skinnier..” she said, smiling down. “My garden is fine..” she laughed, giving him a look. “Neglected but fine.” She muttered. “We will have you guys round once we’re settled..” @Mr Writes

“Year 8 Chris would beg you not to lose your figure”. He laughed. He heard her muttered words but didn’t know what to say. Their history together had made him at least feel that he was on eggshells sometimes. “You just started your run? Just finishing?” He asked. Keen to keep the conversation going regardless of her muttered words, he stood and leaned against his fenceposts. @Mrs Writes 💓

She smiled at him. “Nearly finished..” looked towards her house then back at him. “Maybe you could come round and help me hang my new lights…you know that I don’t do…electric shocks.” She laughed softly, she had always been scared of electric shocks. @Mr Writes

Chris glanced at his watch and then his front door. “Let me go lock up”. He smiled. “Here” he clipped a rose off his bush and handed it to her. “Lets go”. He closed his gate behind him and joined her on the path. @Mrs Writes 💓

She smiled and looked at him as he gave her a rose. “Is there a reason for this rose?” She walked with him, putting the rose in her hair. “Where’s Rebecca??” She made conversation. @Mr Writes

Chris pondered his reasoning for the rose. What on earth could he say? Should he be flirtatious like old times? Serious or nonchalant? “Every woman deserves roses sometimes, no?” He suggested with a warm and gentle grin. “Rebecca’s at work. About another 2 hours until she’s home”. He nodded accepting his timeframe. “I’ve got time to help you with some lighting”. He confirmed. @Mrs Writes 💓

“Oh..good. I have two shades you could hang too…or you can lift me and I’ll put them up.” She smiled as they reached her house. “In you go.. I’ll be two seconds.” She had to sign off on the gas people, before she came inside. Watching him look around her living room, looking at the pictures. Julia had pictures of all the family, however when it was pictures of a younger Lewis. It was mainly just pictures of Him and her. The her, Christopher would remember. @Mr Writes

The door closed behind her as she joined him. “I remember this”. He smiled picking up a photo. “I took you to the airport to fly back to Spain”. He smirked. There was more to that story but he left that out. “It’s like, nearly 20 years ago, surely?” He asked. He chose not to comment on her suggestion of picking her up. That sort of thing had in the past resulted in dangerous territory. @Mrs Writes 💓

“Yeah, about 17 now surely. Well Lewis is-“ she stopped and looked at him “must be 17 years since I’ve been back..” she smiled softly. “Would you like a drink?” She asked with a smile, the rose still in her hair as she went to the kitchen. Pouring them both some water. “Or do you want something stronger?” She pointed to the Cabinet with alcohol as she took a sip of her water. “I came back you know…” she said looking at him. “Just to say hi.. but you were with Rebecca and my mum said you were the happiest they had saw you- so I didn’t come back. After that. wanted you to be happy.”

4:53 AM

@Mr Writes

“I’ll take water”. He reached her in the kitchen and took his glass too. One thing he didn’t need was Dutch courage. “Every time you came back, we found ourselves alone”. He paused reminiscing. “That one long break between you coming home the time before this, and this one, Rebecca and I started dating, things sped up and then by the time you came back, we were happy”. He agreed. “But I remember the woman in this photo”. He smirked, picking another up. @Mrs Writes 💓

“Well I’m not as fun as I used to be..” she said, looking at the photo he had. “She had to grow up so quickly when she had Lewis - well her and mark both did” she looked at him. “I don’t know why I’m speaking in third person.” She laughed, looking away from him. “All I ever wanted was your happiness. Didn’t want to confuse you..” she admitted @Mr Writes

“Everyone can find fun again”. Chris confirmed. “It’s tough isn’t it”. He paused, pondered his words. “Was our happiness at the time because we’d blossomed a long friendship, or because of the taboo hiding around we were doing on your returns, y’know?” @Mrs Writes 💓

“Well we never touched each other unless there was another factor involved so- did it really mean anything?” She asked, trying to mask the fact she did think I meant something. “Anyway - the lights.” She turned and got them out the box. “For above my bed please..”

5:11 AM

@Mr Writes

“Well, it was always…” he stopped as she interrupted and reached for the lights. “Come on then”. He smiled and let her lead the way upstairs. Her running leggings were shaping her butt in a shape he remembered as he followed her upstairs. He stood on her beautifully made bedding and asked her to hand it to him for him to secure in place. “Ready?” @Mrs Writes 💓

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“You better not shock me!” She warned. Doing what she was told. Giving him one at a time. “You aren’t straight. Chris! Over to the left more.. the other left..” she was winding him up. Laughing that same contagious laugh. @Mr Writes

Chris shook his head and laughed with her. “I haven’t heard that laugh in forever”. He told her passionately. “Better?” He asked looking from the light to her, trying to hold it straight and still for her to confirm before tightening it. After she confirmed it was and he tightened it, he stepped back down. “Next?” He smiled. @Mrs Writes 💓

She gave him the next one. Trying not to laugh while he put it up. “No seriously, this one isn’t straight..” she burst out laughing. “Nope to the left - yeah there.” She smiled. “I don’t know if I like them…but mark choose them.” She admitted, taking a step back to look at them both. @Mr Writes

Chris looked down at her as she took a step back to take it all in, she was unsure. Chris cleared his throat. “Cleavage. Sort it out please” he laughed. He felt comfortable enough of their past friendship to be able to tell her she was showing more than she probably wanted to. “You want me to take them both down again or?” @Mrs Writes 💓

“Cleavage? Oh” she had folded her arms, pushing it up. She fixed herself and held a pillow over her chest. “Better?” “No, no.. leave them up. Marks choice.” She smiled. Coming round to the side of the bed, turning them on and off. “Least they work..”

5:26 AM

@Mr Writes

Chris laughed. He couldn’t tell her if it was better or not. She was covering them up, unnaturally with a pillow from the bed. It didn’t look normal. He shrugged. “Of course they work, I know what I’m doing”. He laughed and stepped down off the bed. “Anywhere else?” He smiled offering her his time. @Mrs Writes 💓

“There is another one in the hall…but I don’t have any ladders..” she said. Putting the pillow back. Showing him the hall. “Again; you would have to lift me…” she crossed her arms again when she looked up at the celling. @Mr Writes

He looked from her to the ceiling and back again. “We can do it if you want it done?” He told her. “Or I can walk back to mine and get the ladder?” He told her, giving her the option. “I haven’t picked you up in many years”. @Mrs Writes 💓

“Are you scared you’re going to drop me?” She looked at him. “Scared you aren’t strong enough for my old body.” @Mr Writes

Chris laughed with a smirk. “Don’t make me comment on your old body.” “Come on, is this it?” He asked, seeing a box on the landing floor. @Mrs Writes 💓

“Comment on my old body - you are older” she poked fun at him, then opened the box. Bending over In front of him. Handing him the light shade, holding her breasts as the spilled out her top again. “Don’t look!” She turned and fixed herself. Before turning around, and taking the shade back. “Lift me.” @Mr Writes

“What are you now, 40?” He guessed. “Great tits. Great bum”. Chris bent down and wrapped his arms around her thighs and lifted her toward the ceiling. “You up?” He asked, unable to see anything anymore. @Mrs Writes 💓

“Excuse you - 38.” She looked down at him. Before he lifted her up. “Uh.. yeah.” She reached up and got the light-shade on. “Done” she grabbed his shoulders as he lowered her. sharing a moment with him. As she reached the ground. @Mr Writes

“38. Great tits. Great bum”. He laughed. “Done”. He smiled and lowered her gently to the ground. Their gaze one they shared many years ago. One they knew all too well. Now what? Try and break it? Keep it? Chris didn’t know. He was vulnerable. In her family home, hadn’t seen her for so long. “So, the kids? Mark?” @Mrs Writes 💓

His words broke their gaze. “What about them…” she took a step back. “They are okay? In London finishing up their last term..” she said. She could suddenly feel her heart rate. “Chris… why did you only have Charlotte? You always wanted a bigger family..” she took a step closer to him again, moving a bit of ooze off his beard as she looked up at him. @Mr Writes

Chris didn’t continue the conversation about Mark or the boys. “Rebecca only wanted one”. He shrugged. He breathed in her perfume as she closed their gap. “I’m really sorry”. He whispered for a moment. Planting a gentle kiss on her cheek. Nothing more. “For the rose”. He laughed. “For the last 18 years”. @Mrs Writes 💓

“For..” she smiled and turned her head as he kissed her cheek. “The rose?” She smiled and let out a small laugh as he continued. The guilt of not telling him about his son ran through her and she shivered with goosebumps. “You have nothing to apologise for..” she looked up at him. “I was the one that left…” she looked at his lips as she spoke. Not one of them had moved back. Does he feel the same way she does? @Mr Writes

“You didn’t leave” he disagreed with her. “You adulted”. He laughed. “The fun had to stop at some point”. He told her confidently. He still remembered the multiple occasions they shared. Where. Doing what. How. Rebecca and Chris were still happily married. Sexually active. Supportive of eachother. He had no idea on Julia’s stance. But still, the glue to Julia was still lingering. @Mrs Writes 💓

“The fun had to stop..” she repeated back to him. The memories of the fun playing in her head, while they stood close and facing one another. She remember the feeling of his lips on hers. Everyone had joked that they would be together and it never worked out that way. Mark and Julia were still happily married, argued like a married couple. Especially over Lewis as Julia wasn’t ready to tell him. “I’m sorry..” she broke out her trance, looking up at him and instead of his lips. @Mr Writes

Their staring glances seemed to assume they were both reliving one of the private moments together from time past. “Sorry?” He asked, his turn to query that word this time. @Mrs Writes 💓

“Nothing..” she took a step back. “Thank you..for the lights” she smiled before going downstairs. Going to her kitchen, she picks up a box of cupcakes. “These are for you and your family.” She smiled at him. “Was going to drop them off later but since you are here..” She always used to bake, really putting focus into it once she had Lewis and took a gap year. @Mr Writes

Chris followed her downstairs. Her bum looked as good going down as it did going up. She’d kept herself well in her growing age. He took the box and smiled. “I’ll have one later”. He smirked. She used to provide baked treats on their sneaking around times years ago. “A hint?” He laughed. @Mrs Writes 💓

“A hint…?” She replied, not knowing what he meant in that moment. She looked up at him. “Ohh.. no. Oh no.” She panicked and said no twice. “Not that it was bad or anything…you are just married.”

11:41 AM

@Mr Writes

Chris nodded and laughed. That was him told. “Well, I’ll get these back and get home”. He smiled and headed for the door, putting his trainers back on at the mat. “If you need anything else before Mark gets back at the weekend, you know where we are now”. He smiled. “Nice to see you”. His smile continued. Opening the door and showing her the cupcake box. “Thanks Jules”. @Mrs Writes 💓

“You’re welcome. Thank you.. too.” She closed the door and leaned against it. She shouldn’t be having thoughts about a man that is married. SHE’S married. The next few days, she honestly avoided him. Before her mother took not well and was taken to hospital. News travelled fast between his mother and him. Julia was alone with her mother at the hospital. @Mr Writes

Chris took to Facebook private messenger to reach out to Julia after hearing about her mother. “Heard about mum. I’ve put you a meal in the garage for you to heat up. Here if I can help x” @Mrs Writes 💓

Julia replied “I hate hospitals. Thank you.” Once visiting hours where over, she got home. Texting him once more. “I need you..” @Mr Writes

Chris turned the oven off at home after reading her message. He was cooking dinner for Rebecca’s arrival home from work at 2100. He walked to her house and rang the doorbell before opening the door. “Jules”. He called out in the hallway. @Mrs Writes 💓

Julia peaked her head out of the kitchen. Her makeup smudged down her face. Her clothes oversized and baggy. She broke down again when she saw him. Finding his body mid hallway as she hugged him tight. “I’m sorry…I just.” She couldn’t get the words out. Being brave most of the day until the person who was always her safe person came. @Mr Writes

His childhood friend and sweetheart stood against him. He was practically holding her upright. “Come and sit down?” He asked. She was lost for words but he was none the wiser for the problem. “Water?” @Mrs Writes 💓

She shook her head. Not wanting to let him go. “I just don’t want to be alone…” she clung to him as they sat down. “I’m sorry..” she sniffed looking up at him. “I just hate seeing her so Ill and the hospital just…” she shivered

11:55 AM

@Mr Writes

Chris stood silently and held her for what felt like a lifetime. They’d spent such little time together since their early adult year, but his care for her had not gone anywhere. “You wanna tell me what’s the problem?” He asked softly, leaning his neck back slightly to see her. He closed his eyes as her natural scent reached his nose, a smell bringing back years of memories. “You’re okay”. He comforted her softly, his right hand stroking the back of her head, her hair silky smooth. @Mrs Writes 💓

She looked up at him as he asked her to tell him what was wrong. As he leaned his neck back, meeting her eyes as his right hand stroked the back of his neck. Frozen for a moment before she moved. Leaning in kissing him. Allowing it to linger before she pulled away. Sitting up and moving away. “I am so sorry..” @Mr Writes

Chris lingered for a moment, admittedly leaving his lips pursed against hers before she quickly disappeared into the kitchen. He nodded. Apologising too. “We shouldn’t have. I shouldn’t have come”. He admitted. She tasted just like she did 18 years ago. She was mature now, the Julia she knew would never have done that all those years ago as a married woman. “Well”. He laughed awkwardly. “Your mum?…” @Mrs Writes 💓

Julia was standing at the kitchen sink. “I shouldn’t have asked you to come..” she took the blame. “My mum…” she looked over at him. “Test results should be back tomorrow…looking like a heart attack so far..” she looked away again. Not able to look at him for long. “I’m sorry.” The words fell out as she ran her hands through her hair.

10:07 AM

@Mr Writes

“I’ll let my mum know”. He smiled casually. He was trying to ensure she calmed down, not concentrating her thoughts to her moment of weakness toward him. He watched as her hands ran through her silk, picture perfect hair. It had always been long, luscious black hair. She’d always been so glamorous. He’d often followed her Facebook or Instagram adventures and, though secretly, been jealous of Mark. @Mrs Writes 💓

“You can go..” Julia said, not looking his way. “I’m sorry I brought you out of your house at this hour..” “Rebecca will probably be wondering where you are..” she said looking at him for the first time since their kiss a few minutes ago. The taste of him still lingering on her lips. @Mr Writes

Chris nodded and paused his steps toward the door as her eyes finally released from the ground and met him. “Come here”. He offered her his arm at the door. He bought her close to his chest and held her for a moment before she moved back slowly, he kissed her at her step back. “Now you don’t have to feel so guilty”. He nodded, telling her it was okay. “Now we’re both sorry. Deal?” He smiled. It was a strange way to show support. @Mrs Writes 💓

She was a bit shocked that he kissed her this time. Did he always want to kiss her or was he simply trying to show support in a strange way. “Christopher..” she looked up at him. “I still feel guilty.. we both shouldn’t have done that. You’re happy with Rebecca and same goes for me and mark…” Her eyes flicker to the door and back to him. “That chapter should stay closed…” @Mr Writes

He nodded hearing her words and watching her eyes move from him to the door. Time to go, he felt. “I’m sorry”. He shrugged unknowingly unsure of the air in the room. “If you need anything for mum…” he stopped his sentence. Mark would be home tomorrow, she’d have her supportive husband. He took a walk home and Rebecca was on the driveway getting her bag from the boot. “Where have you been?” She asked. “Julia was locked out. I picked the lock, her mums in hospital”. He explained smiling, carrying her bag indoors. @Mrs Writes 💓

Julia nodded, locking her door behind him. “You idiot Julia!” She whispered, heading straight for her bed. Mark was back the next day, he took over the house as Julia was by her mother’s side. A few weeks passed and she had successfully stayed clear of Christopher. Taking any thoughts of him out on Mark, who knew none the wiser that she was thinking of her childhood sweetheart while fucking her husband. Her mum was in recovery and getting better each day. Julia had popped over one day with some cakes for her, knowing she had lunch with his mum every Tuesday. “Hey you two…just brought some cakes over for you guys to try..” Julia announced as she walked into her mothers house @Mr Writes

“Ohhh Julia”. Chris’ mum beamed with pride and happiness at her surprising them both with her arrival and cakes. “I’ve certainly missed your capable hands at baking”. Her sweet tooth pushed a smile her direction. “Chris said he helped you with some shelves a few weeks ago. It’s so nice to stay in touch after all those years”. He looked to Julia’s mother for agreement. “Always the best of friends growing up”. She said proudly. “Doesn’t mum look well”. She gestured to Julia. “Kids okay?” @Mrs Writes 💓

“Mum looks great.” She smiled and kissed her mother’s cheek. Making them a fresh pot of tea. “Yeah Chris was a great help..” she touched on the subject lightly. “Oh I’m not staying long, I have stuff to do before I get the kids..” Julia got out of there quickly once Chris was mentioned, heading to the store to pick up a few things. Mark had done the school pickups. Getting home, Lewis had a question for his medical assessment at school. “They want to know if we have any family history of Alzheimer’s..” Mark answered without thinking “oh you would need to ask your mum that question, she would know about your dads side-“ Lewis wasn’t stupid, he knew what that meant. “You…you’re not my real dad?” Before mark could answer Lewis had ran to his room and locked himself in. Julia was just getting home as mark ran out to her. “You did what?! I don’t want to see you right now..” she pushed passed him. Mark found himself at the pub. @Mr Writes

Chris completed the food shop and drove past the pub on his way home, going back round the roundabout after deciding to stop in for a pint. Rebecca was at home with Charlotte. He wanted to make the most of his hour to himself. “Mark, alright bud?” He said as he leaned against the bar awaiting Lucy to serve him. “Usual sweetheart”. He smiled. Mark hadn’t replied to him. “You okay?” He asked, noticing his slumped posture. He looked awful. “Had a fight”. He said in a low tone. @Mrs Writes 💓

Mark explained what had happened. “I accidentally told Lewis that I wasn’t his real dad..” he said “Julie is fucking pissed at me…never seen her like that.” Mark could see the confusion in Chris’s face. “I met Julia when Lewis was one. We have pretended for 15 years that we knew eachother for an extra year so he wouldn’t find out - it only changes that he knows. He is still my son, I’ve raised him.” Mark told him, paying for Chris’s drink. Back home, Julia was trying to talk to Lewis. “Lewis, baby. Please. Let me explain.” “Who is he!” Lewis shouted “my life was a lie!” “No, Lewis…Mark is your dad. Your biological dad doesn’t know about you..” she admitted “and that’s my fault. I should have told him but I never and now… well now I don’t know how. But that shouldn’t change anything.” She spoke through the door at him. “Mark has been there from the start. Treated you like his own..” @Mr Writes

Chris listened and tried to understand and offer support however possible. Sure, his mind wandered. Did Mark know about his fling and history with Julia? “I mean”. He paused. Finding his words. “Of course I had no idea. I assumed…” he shrugged his shoulders. Mark had no idea of the trouble at home that Julia was attempting to deal with. “You should go home after this one”. Pointing to the half empty glass infront of him. “You’re a team”. He smiled. He cared about both of them. He always has. His feelings toward Julia, past or present, didn’t change that. @Mrs Writes 💓

Mark had took on Christopher’s advice and went home to his wife. Trying to solve the issue he had created. Lewis was still upset, and Julia respected that. Keeping her distance. She was mad at Mark for taking that moment away from her when she finally felt like it was time to tell him. Still keeping his true fathers identity to herself. “Maybe just tell his bio dad, make it clear that we don’t want anything - if anything we want the parental rights signed over to me.” Mark said leaning against the counter. Julia’s glare enough to silence him. “Absolutely not. And his rights? Really! Just leave it mark, we both fucked up - okay.” Julia couldn’t sleep most of the night, wondering if it was time to tell Chris about Lewis. Or should it remain that of a secret. It would surely ruin his life.. @Mr Writes

Chris took his own advice, granted he was only there for one after the food shop anyway. He took himself home to the arrival shortly after of his wife Rebecca, who helped him finish putting the shopping away. “Mark and Julia had an argument. I bumped into him looking pretty dejected at the pub”. He shrugged his shoulders. Rebecca asked for more information. Chris was on annual leave for a few days. Rebecca was working overtime but they’d planned to get away at the weekend together. They still shared a spark. Sometimes. @Mrs Writes 💓

Julia and Mark laid low. Even though the news has spread through Julia’s family and to Chris’s family too through their mothers. It wasn’t until the Monday after Chris’ and Rebecca’s night away that Julia had bumped into him as she got out of her car and made her way to his mothers house with a box of cakes in her hand. “Oh..hi” she smiled softly, the makeup barely hiding the exhaustion from the latest events. “I’m just dropping cakes off for your mum… book club? Or something?” She looked to the ground. “Thanks for sending my husband home from the pub the other day.. you could have kept him.” She joked, finally meeting his eyes. “How was your weekend away?” @Mr Writes

Rebecca’s returned to work after their night away. Today was Chris’ last day off before returning to his normal duties tomorrow. “I’m just here to prune her bushes and mow the lawn”. He laughed to himself as she finally raised her eyes to him. Perhaps she was embarrassed with what Mark may have told him at the pub. Chris laughed as she mentioned his and Rebecca’s break. “You’ll never guess where she took me. You remember The Night Owl?” He asked. It was somewhere they’d spent a night together during their fling back and forth years and years ago. “You might not remember” @Mrs Writes 💓

“A night with you.. doesn’t escape my memory that easy.” She smiled at him. “I better get these inside before your mother attacks me for being late.” She smiled and ran inside with them. Leaving with two Halloween bags smiling at Chris. “You forgot your Halloween bag..” Julia tried not to laugh. His mother had never forgotten them in all the seasonal goodies. The kids not getting theirs until the day of Halloween however the adult children got them early. His mother filled it with the usual chocolates and a few notes. “I promise I tried to leave without them. Told me she would haunt me in the afterlife..” Julia said as she gave him his. “Even after all these years.. she never forgets me”

11:44 AM

@Mr Writes

Chris stopped his lips from moving. His mind said one thing to him, his mouth ensured it didn’t leave. she’s not the only one who never forgets about you. “How’s it been over the weekend? Better?” @Mrs Writes 💓

“My son hates me, I’m disappointed In my husband and ashamed in myself.” She admitted. “Least Jude is happy.” She added a positive to the end. “Mark is going back to London this week for 2 weeks of work.. so.” She shrugged. “Maybe some solo parenting will help Lewis forgive me..” @Mr Writes

“Is Jude still hassling my daughter?” He laughed. “If you need anything, while he’s away”. He smiled. She knew the end of the sentence. “He was only at the end of the phone”. @Mrs Writes 💓

“You want a 16 year old?” She joked. Hating herself for it. Was she joking? Or was she testing the waters of how he replied. “Also it is Char that is harassing my son, Jude is the quiet one.” Julia said mentioning his daughter by nickname. @Mr Writes

“I won’t have a choice when Charlotte turns 16”. He laughed. “He can’t be that bad, he’s a teenage boy”. He smiled understanding. “He’s learning, don’t forget”. It was clear Mark had told Chris the reason for their fight. @Mrs Writes 💓

“Yeah, learning not to trust his mother” she smiled softly walking to her car. “Maybe we could grab lunch sometime this week?” She asked as she got in the car. Once Julia was home, she waved her husband off her his two week stay in London. Before sitting down with Lewis baby box and the box of photos from her teenage years, sending Chris a picture of them both, after one of their nights together. @Mr Writes

Chris and Rebecca shared a kiss goodbye for her nightshift. An hour into the evening and his phone vibrated. “Fucking hell. 2008?” He replied, staring at the photo. “The Night Owl?” He replied again. Where he and a Rebecca had been 2 nights ago. @Mrs Writes 💓

Julia texted him back a few other photos. The seemed to take one similar every night they shared. “Found them in a memory box from my “teenage” years” “I miss being carefree…young.” She replied. @Mr Writes

“I remember this night.” He started a reply to another photo. “You’d flown back for 3 nights and I begged you to book us a room”. He laughed at himself. “Look how good we look”. @Mrs Writes 💓

“You still look good now.” She replied before thinking properly. “I mean, with the years of experience I’m sure you’ve upped your game since then..” she teased, deciding to be brave. @Mr Writes

“This is the trip you had to rush back for emergency meetings”. He replied. Matching her bravery. “I took you to the airport and you gave me a handjob as I drove. Carefree eh”. @Mrs Writes 💓

“It would have been a blowjob if you would have focused on the road better. You were all over the road” she smiled at herself as she replied. “That car had seen some times too.. especially during my longer visits at Christmas, you’d throw stones at my window and then we would sneak out for a quickie in the car… I miss those teenagers.” @Mr Writes

“Oh thanks for telling me 16 years later”. He laughed as he replied. Their responses were quick. Real. Almost like the clock had been turned back. “You don’t have to remind me”. He laughed again as he messaged back quickly. “I remember nearly getting caught in the field, dogging”. @Mrs Writes 💓

“Our mothers surely knew there was something between us… how many times she had caught me coming in from our late nights and fell for the it was just a drive…” “Then again, we were close since little. They might not have..” @Mr Writes

“I mean, it took a while to break the ice though Jules…” @Mrs Writes 💓

“I’m glad we did break it..” she replied and stared at her phone. Fuck. Maybe she shouldn’t have said that. She still didn’t believe he had any feelings towards her like she did him. Feelings that were coming back to the surface. She felt like a school girl. Texting her crush. Expect she had the lingering guilt of her husband. @Mr Writes

“Tits still great too”. Was that the moment that pushed their texting over the edge? @Mrs Writes 💓

“I can’t comment, haven’t seen my old friend in over a decade. Might have sagged a bit in his old age

” she replied. Not wanting to mention the word cock, but knew he would have picked up on what she meant. @Mr Writes

“It still works”. He hit send. Staring at his phone. He felt lonely. He sent her a photo of his cock pushing against his trousers. “What texting you does”. @Mrs Writes 💓

She bite her lip as he sent that photo. Contemplating her next move. It’s not like she could just send him a pussy picture or even a cleavage picture. She had no bra on, the girls had sagged a bit over the decade (nearly two) they’ve been apart. Instead she opted for a text reply. “Looks like it’s lost an inch?…or I know how to properly measure now in my old age.”

12:32 PM

@Mr Writes

Chris laughed at her reply. She was always quick witted. “Maybe it’s the angle”. He smirked a speedy reply. “You gonna invite me round or keep the steam forbidden and teasing?” @Mrs Writes 💓

“You are welcome round here any time. You know that.” She was inviting him without the words “I have two sleeping teenagers though.. groaning in quiet isn’t your strong suit. Unless you’ve worked on it.” @Mr Writes

“That’s more your fault than mine”. He sent a reply before quickly typing again. “My groans are because of you, I only control them, or try to”. He re-read her words. welcome round any time. He could either help himself, or stay home, keep the tease alive. @Mrs Writes 💓

“I can still hear you groan. If i close my eyes and think about it.” She replied. “Have you ever moaned my name since that last time?” @Mr Writes

Chris held the record button. “Julia”. He moaned before biting his lip. “Yes”. He replied. @Mrs Writes 💓

“You are a tease..” she replied. Hitting to listen to the voicenote a few times on repeat. Her hand slipping down under her panties as she adjusted how she was sitting. “You are faking that moan…might need another late night car session to remind you what a true moan sounds like..” @Mr Writes

“I’m parked outside”. Chris stared at the curtains. He’d been stroking himself in his car, away from a streetlight since sending her a photo. @Mrs Writes 💓

“Stalker..” she replied. “Give me 5..” She ran upstairs, showing on a bra and nicer pjs. Feeling like she had to make an impression. She popped her head in both boys rooms. Lewis was awake on his ps5. “Lewis. I’m just nipping to check on grandma quickly okay. You’re in change.” She said. Lewis nodded. She got her shoes on and went out to his car. “We can’t stayed parked here In front of my house..”

12:52 PM

@Mr Writes

Chris bit his lip as she ran toward the car. “I’ll drive. You be a good passenger”. He smiled. His eyes travelled her PJ’s. “Aging’s going well for you”. @Mrs Writes 💓

“I feel young again..” she smiled over at him as he drove. A part of her wanting him to make the first move. To ensure they were both on the same page. “Still think we should agree it’s 6” not 7..”

12:55 PM

@Mr Writes

“I’ve been warming it up, you tell me”. He changed gear and left their estate, he placed her hand beneath the band of his shorts. “Six or seven”. @Mrs Writes 💓

She took a breath as he moved her hand. Her hand finding its place as if she had never stopped. Moving the length of his cock as she smiled at him. Before slipping her hand under to his balls. “Definitely 6..” she smiled at him. Teasing him. @Mr Writes

Chris laughed as she shot a smile his direction. “You’re probably right”. He smirked. Their tease mutual. The ice had broken all over again between them. Was this hiding all this time? “Half an hour. Nothing more”. Chris said, half suggesting, half telling. “Where?” He asked. “It does feel very teens again”. He laughed. Were they really going to end up in a dark field parked up again? @Mrs Writes 💓

”Half an hour. Nothing more.” “Yes sir” Julia fluttered her eyelashes at him, her hand returning to stroking the length of cock. “Just pull over on the back roads. No one will be around at this time..” she smiled at him. @Mr Writes

The traffic lights changed to green and Chris was indicating right but Julia’s suggestion for the back and country roads made him swing left, out of the village and into the darkened roads. He drove past 2 different lay-by’s. “What are you doing, just stop”. Julia laughed. The palm of her hand was in an exploring state and he couldn’t help but put all his concentration on driving. @Mrs Writes 💓

“Chris” she laughed again. Taking her hand away to allow him to focus. “Pull over and fuck me!” She demanded now. She did feel like a teenager again. @Mr Writes

Chris was of course involved and to blame for their current situation. Of course they’re two adults making their own decisions, but were his initial messages too flirtatious? Did he set the expectation? He did, after all, get in his car and make his way to her house. Initiating that at the very least. Her teenage angst for the whole lot now was a different pace to their more lustful approach years ago, but was that due to the nearly two decades of wait for more? There was a demanding tone to him pulling the car over instantly and giving her a woman’s needs. @Mrs Writes 💓

As Chris pulled over, they were lucky to have the excitement take over and push any of the negative thoughts aside. Usually as teens, they would have reclined his seat all the way back and she could climb over on top of him. Or she would get out the car, leaning over her own seat as he took her from the back. The second optioned seemed the only “Adult” friendly. However she wanted to see him, although maybe if she didn’t see him. She would be less guilty? It wasn’t until she heard Chris laugh that she realised she was lost in her own thoughts. “Sorry..” she laughed a little embarrassed “I…I haven’t had sex in a car since we last did it…I don’t know-“ and with that he took over claiming her nerves @Mr Writes

Julia’s approach seemed to dramatically slow to almost a halt as the car did too. Second thoughts? Nerves? Thoughts to how it was years ago? She started to try to find the words to explain her feelings. Chris understood she was trying to explain what she wanted, but she needed the push. “This is a dead end…” he smirked. He’d need to be the instigator here. “Get out. Come on”. @Mrs Writes 💓

Julia got out of the car. “Now what? It’s freezing” she laughed a little. She found him. And wrapped her arms around his torso as she pressed herself against him for warmth. “Are we really doing this Christopher..” she smiled softly up at him. @Mr Writes

“You could have worn a more appropriate pyjama set”. He laughed as he finally felt her touch against his torso. That initial touch bought back decade old memories. She questioned what they were doing. He felt unsure too. “Well, we haven’t got long to decide”. He started at her, holding back a childish laugh. As she pressed him for his body heat. He wanted to do an awful lot. They hadn’t a lot of time. He visualised bending her over the bonnet. Fucking her on the back seat. Just making out and breaking that initial barrier that they felt. Their possibilities were endless and could go either way. @Mrs Writes 💓

“Oh I’m sorry your highness - I didn’t want you seeing me in my old rotten pjs, I’ll make sure to wear my sexier ones next time.” She laughed at his pj remark. “Kiss me Christopher” she smiled and leaned back a little to allow him to kiss her. The heat between them was enough to warm her. “And finish what you started..” @Mr Writes

“Next time?” He repeated her words before instantly kissing her to her request. It felt spontaneous regardless of her asking. “The bottoms are hardly…” he paused. His right hand diving between the hem. “Easy”. He whispered against her lips, kissing her lips again. “We both started this”. @Mrs Writes 💓

“You started this..” she smiled and pushed her bottoms to her ankles. “Easy enough..” she laughed softly and kissed him over and over. “Next time. There’s never just once with us…”

7:07 AM

@Mr Writes

Her thighs looked more perfect now than they did 20 years ago. “Commando?” He rose his eyebrows surprised. Her statement was true. They never seemed to keep it to once. Even 20 years later. “This won’t take long”. He smirked and kiss her in return. “I was edging myself all the while texting you”. @Mrs Writes 💓

“Well..” she was a bit embarrassed with the commando comment. “I had time to change my clothes not add an extra layer..” “You have to be quick. I need back to the kids..” she looked at him. Smiling as he kissed her “I want some credit for your edging, my hands been all over you in that car.” She kissed him over and over. Allowing him to lift her up to the bonnet. She spread her legs for him. @Mr Writes

Chris bit his lower lip as she hurriedly explained her ability to change but not add an extra layer. “I’ve already assured you this won’t take long”. He laughed as she reiterated her need to get home as she spread her legs before him. She was initiating what they both knew needed to happen. “Lucky the bonnet’s warm” he smirked, kissing her again, her pussy staring at him through her wide stance and commando approach. @Mrs Writes 💓

She smiled up at him. Her arms around his shoulders as he pushed himself into her. The pussy she teased over his message. That face, his face. Even with years of maturity added to it. It was still the face she imagined when she thought of him. “I need you..” she muttered to him, biting her lip as he thrusted those first few thrusts. “Chris” she moaned. Her nails digging into his back. @Mr Writes

It felt like a release of 2 decades worth of tension and energy. Like a scene you’d expect in Hollywood. Those first moments of finally as his cock pierced her longing walls. Her nails felt just like they did years ago. The exact spot he remembered at the top of his back. “You were shaven last time”. He smirked, biting her ear playfully. @Mrs Writes 💓

“Oh who can be arsed with that anymore?” She laughed softly, her walls tensing as she did. “I was probably a lot tighter too…you can thank kids for that one.” She smiled at him. Leaning in and kissing him. Even just their kisses, sent goosebumps all over her. “I need you.” She repeated again. @Mr Writes

They both laughed and filled the cold air with their breath. “Actually”. He paused and nibbled her ear again. “You feel even better”. He smirked as his thrusts stayed at a consistent, pleasurable rhythm. “It was always a good pussy. But”. He smirked again. “You’ve got me”. He told her firmly. Like a man with possession. @Mrs Writes 💓

She moaned as he nipped at her ear. Before the panic of her collar bone tattoo being exposed if he moved her top in anyway. The tattoo of where he used to kiss her. The word love in her handwriting written across it. “Chris” she didn’t break eye contact with him as she moaned and gripped onto him. “Please” @Mr Writes

It felt as though Julia was snapping Chris back into the moment, the here and now. Her eye contact was as strong now as it was years ago. She knew how to get his attention. Those puppy dog eyes and long lashes. Chris felt as though she was pleading for a hurried finish. “Say it again”. He bit his own lip staring at her now. @Mrs Writes 💓

“Chris or the..- fuck please” she was caught off guard, mid tease as she moaned. Her nails breaking his skin. “Sorry..” she said softly @Mr Writes

His pre-cum surprised him as her nails broke his skin at the sound of her swearing pleasurably. “Do it again. Do it again but don’t apologise”. He told her. His own climax already happening regardless. He was warm in the cold air. His grip on the car bonnet, not her thighs. @Mrs Writes 💓

She kept her eyes on him, her nails digging in once more. She always felt bad breaking skin, but she knew he liked it. “Cum” she whispered. “Please” one hand slipped down to her clit. Giving it a few quick rubs to bring her closer to her climax. “Please!” She moaned to him. @Mr Writes

“I have once”. He bit his lower lip, blood dripped off. Her second moan of the word please bought with it his second climax. He held her tightly. His juices dripping onto his car bonnet. “Them fucking nails”. He whispered. She remembered he loved it. Pushed him over the edge far too many times. @Mrs Writes 💓

His climax brought her own. Something she hadn’t felt with a partner in years. Something she wouldn’t admit. She lay back on the bonnet. Covering her face as she came. “Forgot how good you felt.” She mumbled behind her hands. Eventually letting him see her again. @Mr Writes

Neither of them knew of the others lack of sex life. Julia secretly hadn’t climaxed in years. Chris’s only climaxes came with his hands the last 2 years. Again, not to the knowledge of anyone but himself. “It’s like a drug I remember having”. He explained as he hands revealed her cheeks again. @Mrs Writes 💓

She pushed him away and out of her playfully. “Well hopefully you don’t get the withdrawal effect..” she played along getting up and putting her clothes back on. “I have to get back to being..Mum. Not teenage Julia anymore..” she sighed. A bit deflated after her high. “Where is Charlotte tonight?”

8:17 AM

@Mr Writes

They both laughed as Julia suggested withdrawal. “I’ve waited 20 years”. He shrugged as playful as she had pushed him away seconds before, reaching for her own clothes. “The mum Julia’s just as good as teenage Julia”. He confirmed for her. “Charlotte I hope is home in bed”. He laughed. she got home from your house about 5o’clock” @Mrs Writes 💓

“It worries me you don’t know where your own daughter is…” she smiled at him. Taking a step towards him. “I’ve missed you.” She leaned up and kissed him softly. They both shared another moment of longing before getting in the car and driving home. The drive home is where the soft guilt kicked in for Julia, climbing up her. Wanting more of him, but knowing it was wrong. They were both Happily married. Julia got out at her house. Smiling back at the car as she waved getting closer to the house. She checked on the boys, telling Lewis to get to bed. Before she stripped and changed into her own pjs, getting into bed herself. @Mr Writes

Their final moments spent together as Julia initiated a kiss, admitting her feeling of missing their connection felt right. Chris watched Julia walk up her garden path. Her large house with her happy family life locked inside. His the same a few streets away. Something that potentially in the past, may have been an image for them both together. Michael checked Charlotte’s room. Sleeping. He closed her door and showered. Advisable as the smell of sex and lust across his skin like an expensive aftershave. @Mrs Writes 💓

Julia lay in bed, fighting the urge to text him, her body starting to ache from the sex she had been missing. Deciding against the text, Julia fell asleep. With the next day, reality was brought with it. Julia had the boys to get ready, solo parenting for the rest of the week. Before Mark returned on the Friday night, their fight seemed to be forgotten about. With her husband home, her guilt was at an all time high. He wasn’t the man she had on her mind, Christopher was. @Mr Writes

The following few days past with Rebecca taking Chris away on a family get away with Charlotte to escape before the school holidays ended. They visited the Lake District and explored and hiked. Their love making returned for the trip. Perhaps just what they needed. Of course the pill that Julia provided was still a drug that needed taking, or so his mind was telling him. @Mrs Writes 💓

Each year both of their parents threw a big back to school party. Julia mother was excited that her grandchildren would be apart of it this year. Julia was over helping them both set it up. The second last weekend before school started back. “Why does he have to take the boys?” Her mother asked. “They are his sons, he wants to take them to see his parents..” Julia said not looking at her mother. “It’s nice that mark treats Lewis as his own..” her mother commented @Mr Writes

“Charlotte. Hurry up please”. Chris called up the stairs. “Your mother’s waiting”. Rebecca and Chris were reluctant about attending, though it felt rude to turn down the invite. A tradition that had been ongoing for the family’s for some time. They’d only just got back from the Lake District last night, hadn’t fully unpacked and it had been a long 5 hour drive home. But they both made an effort. Rebecca wore a long, ankle length floral maxi dress. Chris wore a linen two piece. Very mature dad. They walked the 5 minute walk through the village to Julia’s mother’s house. Rebecca led the way up the path and round the back to the garden. “He is his”. Julia said to her mother before the gate opened. @Mrs Writes 💓

“But he’s not..” her mother rebutted. “I will walk out of here. Lewis is his son, end of story.” Julia said. Not hearing the gate. The boys were running late with their dad. Her eyes met Chris for the first time since that night. She was wearing a demin dress. “Hi…” @Mr Writes

11:10 PM

The back end of the conversation they’d met had no context. Julia & Chris locked eyes. He knew she’d spoken. But he was frozen. What was he doing? “How are you all?” Rebecca interrupted the silence. Chris was lost. His mind was racing. Julia’s choice of outfit took him far away from their teenage years. Her mature hips were being hugged tightly by the denim dress. Her figure being highlighted and shone upon through her choice of wardrobe. Her cleavage hidden by one completed button. He needed to snap out of this. @Mrs Writes 💓

She could see him looking at her. “I’m good, family dramas but I’m good.. how are you?” Julia asked Rebecca. Jumping as mark sneaked up on her. “Oh hi..” Julia smiled at mark. Feeling awkward. @Mr Writes

Chris tried to claw back his concentration skills as Julia broke their stare and silence. “Family dramas?” Chris asked, finally jumping back into reality and joining the girls conversation. “Doesn’t it look amazing what you’ve all put together”. His eyes threw themselves across the garden. @Mrs Writes 💓

She smiled at him. “It was your mother and mine. I only baked..” Julia smiled. Matt agreed with Chris “it’s great baby..” he smiled. Keeping Julia close to him. Julia looked at him. Did he know? Or was he just being a loving husband. She flashed a smile, trying not to look at Chris. @Mr Writes

Chris composed himself as more of the close family and friends arrived. The BBQ was lit and the more people arrived meant that people mingled more. The last time Julia and Chris saw eachother, he watched her butt strut up her garden path after spreading herself across his car bonnet. Mark was seemingly holding Julia close to him. Not letting her drift. That was new. he knows Chris told himself. Would he need to protect Rebecca now? @Mrs Writes 💓

Julia was finally alone with Mark. “Why are you acting so strange?” She said. Mark looking at her “why does your mother know that Lewis isn’t mine?” He asked. “You told everyone when you got drunk! Since, she has known since he was born..” she fought back. “Nothing has changed other than Lewis hates me, okay.” Julia excused herself, going a walk down to the very bottom of garden. @Mr Writes

A few guests could either see, hear or both, as Julia and Mark had what could be assumed to be a heated discussion. Julia stormed off, away from any crowds and indeed Mark, as their conversation came to an end. “Go and check on her” Chris suggested to Rebecca. “Take her this”. He handed her a fresh flute of Prosecco. @Mrs Writes 💓

Julia went to the rose bush at the bottom of the garden. Smiling a forced smile as Rebecca came over. “Oh sorry- oh thank you” she took the Prosecco. They spoke a little, Julia not giving too much away. Her and Rebecca agreed to have a night in with some of Rebecca’s pals. After they spoke, they walked back to the party together. Julia avoided her husband. @Mr Writes

Rebecca returned to Chris after having a small pep-talk with Julia. Their friendship has always seemed stable throughout the years. Enough to converse together. Chris could tell Julia was in a strong mood by the way she stomped around the garden. Her facial expression never changing from one of frustration. She caught him in the kitchen helping tidy away some used paper plates. “I can’t fucking wait for him to fuck off for the weekend”. She laughed. @Mrs Writes 💓

“ I can’t wait for him to fuck off for the weekend” she laughed, awkwardly. “Although he is taking our kids.. so I have an empty house..” she commented quietly next to him. They hadn’t spoken about that night, other than a brief, it shouldn’t happen again. But she needed him, missed him, craved him. @Mr Writes

Chris’s eyes left the paper plates and scoured the room. They were alone. Just as well after her mention of the empty house soon to be at her disposal. “We said we shouldn’t” he confirmed. The twinkle in his eye as he said it told Julia everything he truly felt about it. “You fucking behave”. He told her jokingly. @Mrs Writes 💓

“I always behave..” she smiled. Nudging him in a playful way as she took a paper plate. “I know we said no. But…I need it.” She shrugged, her voice badly above whisper. “Anyway, those rose bushes…when should I plant them?” She quickly changed the subject as she heard someone come in. “Mum? You’re going to garden!” Jude said “You’re right, Chris feel free to come over anytime to do it yourself..” she smiled and helped Jude pick some food. @Mr Writes

Chris tapped Julia’s butt from round the kitchen counter as she moved away to help Jude. A subtle tap. Enough for her to understand he’d heard her cry for needing it again. He felt the same. He hoped that tap told her so. “If you do need any help, just let me know”. He said, thanking her for her offer to come over to assist with her rose planting as her and Jude left again. The next day, Chris made a bold move. He bought a spare mobile phone & SIM card. “A phone just for us. CM”. He text Julia’s phone in the car after leaving the store. @Mrs Writes 💓

“Slight problem.. you’re still texting my personal phone.” She texted back. Continuing on about her day, loading the boys into the car with all there things for the drive to London. “I’m going to miss you both so much..” she kissed Jude multiple times around the face but Lewis only accepted the once on the cheek. “Stop growing.” She muttered to him. After they left she deep cleaned her house. Hoping he would come over. @Mr Writes

“Have a lovely weekend”. He messaged Julia’s phone again. “Rebecca’s on her works training trip if you need any help”. He smirked as he sent both messages. His teenage itch returned again. He didn’t care. @Mrs Writes 💓

“I hope I do have a lovely weekend…” she replied. “You’re welcome here anytime..” She leaned on the counter. Biting her lip as she sent the messages. @Mr Writes

Chris stared at her messages for a moment. It was clear what was on the horizon. “Why don’t you have a sleepover at Lucy’s this weekend?” Chris suggested to Charlotte who was sat on her phone on the couch in the living room. An hour later. He was dropping Charlotte off. “I’m child free.” He text. @Mrs Writes 💓

“Doors unlocked, ring camera is dead..” she texted back. Feeling like giddy teenager again as she ran upstairs to shave her legs. Pulling on leggings and a long sleeve top. As she lit a few candles. The guilt tripping in each candle she lit. @Mr Writes

Their approach felt like two approaches were fighting eachother. They were approaching it sneakily - meaning they were aware of what they were doing. But the fact they were doing it in the first place signified that was okay. Okay. Of course, at that moment, Chris did not know the lengths Julia was going to. Shaving her legs. Lighting the candles. He packed a rucksake. Spare clothes. Toothbrush. Like a teenage sleepover, but all of this felt adult. @Mrs Writes 💓

Julia ordered some shopping to the door as she had nothing in to feed Chris. Making sure her house was tidy for him. It would be the first time he saw it since she finally finished decorating. Patiently waiting his voice shouting her at her door. @Mr Writes

Chris walked round to Julia’s house carrying his bag. Granted, he hadn’t been told to pack a bag, but her subtle advances made him do so. His conscious decision to not drive round was the second choice he made for secrecy, the first, his new phone. He’d showered and wore a new tracksuit for his travel. He often thought if he was too mature, too old for a tracksuit. Maybe Julia would tell him she thought he was. He walked up her garden path. Tapping on the front door. @Mrs Writes 💓

She opened her front door, laughing “are you wearing a matching tracksuit…?” She composed herself, having to cross her legs to stop herself from peeing with her laughter. “Get in here..” she noticed the bag. “I hope that bag has clothes in it and not some whips and chains.. I’m not into that stuff..” she smirked at him. Closing her door locking it with the key still in so that if for any chance someone with a key tried to unlock the door - they can’t. She took him through to the kitchen. Making them both a drink, red wine for both. “I haven’t stopped thinking about you…how wrong this is…but I..” she sighed out, meeting his eyes. “I need you.” @Mr Writes

Chris was silent as he was met with her laughter for his tracksuit. “Hear me out”. He said as she shut the door and locked it. But he didn’t have the chance to talk. He was quickly in the kitchen and being handed a large glass of wine. courage glass he thought to himself. Courage for both of them? Julia explained her thought process. Maybe it was for her own courage. She was aware of its dangers. Of the situations morale ground, but, she was unable to break it. Chris nodded. Able to add to her honesty. “It’s almost 20 years in the waiting. It’s just. So tough to say no”. He explained. @Mrs Writes 💓

“We should say no though…we are married…” she was speaking her worries out loud. The closer she got to him. “I feel guilty…but free..” she wrapped her arms around his shoulders. Pressing her body against his. “Christopher…” @Mr Writes

Julia’s steps toward him with her glass of wine in her clutch as she said her thoughts aloud to the house and to him seemed as though she was trying to fight her want and urge against her moral compass. Chris felt her weight against him as she let his name leave her lips. “How can I stop that”. Though his question was rhetorical. He wanted all of it. All of their thoughts of wrong doing. @Mrs Writes 💓

“Kiss me..” she mumbles as her lips brush against his “and don’t stop..” she leans in, kissing him passionately. The most they had shared as their first night together was more of a release. This, this was passion. She sat her wine glass down, making sure not to get his tracksuit dirty. @Mr Writes

Chris took her request as a demand. Taking control of her waist and lips simultaneously. This weekend immediately took the approach that it would break every rule they had. Would everything be forever different now they’d taken the steps they had for this secrecy to occur? “I remember there was once a time that I felt your lips would never be my property.” He told her vulnerably. @Mrs Writes 💓

“Shh..” she kept her eyes closed as their lips and tongues dance together. Her hands falling as she lifted up his sweatshirt, pulling it over his head. “Never wear that again either…” she laughed before his lips found hers again. There was no going back. Julia’s guilt steamed further than only Mark…she had the biggest secret weighting on her chest. @Mr Writes

Chris laughed through his embarrassing smirk as Julia confirmed she felt he was too old to wear a matching tracksuit. The sweatshirt disappeared on the floor behind the kitchen counter. “If you remove it that quickly every time…” he laughed but she interrupted him with another passion filled kiss. They all felt as though they had been days, months, years in the waiting. @Mrs Writes 💓

The next few moments were a blur of stripping, teasing touches.. love filled kisses. In only her panties, she took his hand and led him up the stairs. His eyes on her ass as it jiggled before him. Her laugh echoing the hallway. @Mr Writes

“One thing age has done well for you. Your ass”. He told her as he was pulled upstairs, very willingly but her hand behind her back “Your ass now. Compared to the one I last saw 20 years ago”. He stopped his honesty as she closed her master bedroom door behind them. She’d lit candles. “This looks romantic”. He smiled. “A throwback to what could have been”. He laughed. The said laugh that echoed her hallway up the stairs second before. @Mrs Writes 💓

“I made it Romantic in a panic..” she admitted. Pulling him close to her. Her back pressed against his torso. “I can blow the candles out or..” she offered a solution. @Mr Writes

Chris stared at her silently. She pressed against him with her back to him. “Or?” He asked as his hands felt her panty line for the first time. @Mrs Writes 💓

“Or.. we leave them..” she laughed. Before biting her lip as his fingers touched her pantie line for the first time this evening. @Mr Writes

“That wasn’t what I expected the alternative to be”. He told her calmly. No idea that her lip was being bitten to hide her arousal as his hand reached her forbidden waistline. @Mrs Writes 💓

“I don’t really have a plan…” she smiled over her shoulder. Releasing her lip from its trap. “Unless you want music or…or am I putting to much pressure on this whole thing..”

7:12 AM

@Mr Writes

“We can have music tomorrow night”. He told her confidently as their eyes finally locked together. “I want to experience it properly tonight”. His confidence growing. Surely she could feel his growing cock against her skin. @Mrs Writes 💓

“Properly…” she repeated. Her chest falling as she relaxed against him. “We haven’t done…anything proper…” she went to turn to fully face him. Her hand travelling down to his cock. @Mr Writes

“The raw want and need”. He told her. “That’s what I want to experience tonight. Every sound. Tomorrow, we can have some romance. Some music”. He nodded as he twitched, her hand travelling caught him off guard. @Mrs Writes 💓

“I..I don’t make any noise…” she looked up at him. A small smirk at the edge of her lips. “Trust me…takes a lot to get me to utter a word..” she was challenging him. @Mr Writes

Sex with Rebecca had got so mundane, normal and quiet. Chris craved the opposite. The Julia of her teen years was loud when required. Her smirk across her cheek told him she wanted it a certain way, to turn her on and get her going the way they both want. @Mrs Writes 💓

Julia was challenging Chris to not be like mark. Their sex live was pretty non existent, specially with two teenage boys roaming the house. Julia had learned to be quiet. To fake a moan to make it end. But she knew that she didn’t have to be like that with Chris. Her eyes met his as they stood there. Her hand working along the fabric of his cock not daring to take it out. Not daring to move her eyes away from him. @Mr Writes

There was a sparkle is Julia’s eyes as her stare continued to be glued to his. Even the basic touch of her palm against the fabric hiding his ever growing cock felt like a dream waiting to continue to him. They almost seemed to know what the other wanted. Needed. Enjoyed. Was there a wasted 20 years between them both? Did they need to prove that? Did they need to just get this out of their systems and then move on with their lives. @Mrs Writes 💓

“Christopher..” she used his full name. Smiling at him, continuing to work her hand along the fabric. Before she took a step back. Pulling her top off. Exposing her chest for the first time in nearly twenty years for him. @Mr Writes

Their teasing foreplay and refusal to rush was a turn on in itself before she exposed her breasts. He’d forgotten how much of a handful she possessed. “I can’t hide it anymore”. He said, staring at her newly introduced breasts. He dropped his boxers to the floor. His cock pointing toward her like a hard, long beacon. @Mrs Writes 💓

She smiled up at him. Blushing as she resisted the urge to look down. “That not very fair- why do I feel like this is our first time all over again..” she put her hands over her face laughing. Sitting on the edge of the bed. “Can you just come and kiss me…and don’t stop..” she dropped her hands to the bed

8:20 AM

@Mr Writes

Chris joined her in their awkward laughter. She was definitely eager for it all, but aware that it felt so new and fresh again with their rawness. “It’s just that it feels so new. It’s not our first time”. He laughed. “It’s just, a first in 20 years”. He laughed again while walking toward her. She was steadied with her hands on her bed. “I’ve forgotten what a handful they are”. He finally admitted his thoughts aloud. @Mrs Writes 💓

“It’s not the first in 20 years…it’s the first in two weeks..” she corrected him with a smirk. When he comments on what a handful they are, she drops them out of her hand. She stood up as he got closer, pushing her shorts and panties down before sitting back on the bed. Pushing herself back to the middle of the bed. “I need you to fuck me” @Mr Writes

Julia’s advancement and happiness to join his naked appearance was everything he’d missed about, everything he’d wanted in so long. “2 weeks, but this is better than then”. He told her. She presented herself to him in the middle of her queen sized bed. “I need to fuck you”. He assured her the feeling and crave was mutual. @Mrs Writes 💓

She leaned herself up on her elbows as she spread her legs for him. Exposing her unshaven, yet tidy pussy to him. One of her hands coming round to squeeze and toy with her own breast. Her lip bitten as she watched him eye her. @Mr Writes

The talking seemed to be over. Their glances were locked to eachother. To various parts of eachother. Chris stared at the entire view of the woman he’d quietly been in love with for 2 decades as she lay before him. Inviting him. “Wow”. He laughed nervously. Though she stayed silent. Her pussy, the tidy hairs surrounding it was like a beacon to explore and come closer to. It was clear she wanted it all, the way she stared at him as she squeezed her breast, her lip was refusing to leave the grip of her teeth. He joined her on the edge of the bed as the palm of his right hand pleasured himself. @Mrs Writes 💓

Julia’s hands moved from her breasts to her face. Hiding her eyes. As came closer, his hand pleasuring himself, she laughed nervously and finally looked back up at him. “I need you. I need you to take charge and…and hurry up before I change my mind…” she blurted out A soft red blush dotting her cheeks

11:43 PM

@Mr Writes

After moments without eye contact, she broke her own break to bring their gaze back to eachother. Her nervous laughter joined with the next thing that came from her mouth showed she was still vulnerable to the taboo nature of their coming together tonight. She was still aware it was wrong. Took charge he did. Just as her rosy cheeks started to glow, the palm of his hand left his cock and landed on her thigh. Making room. @Mrs Writes 💓

As soon as his warm hand landed on her thigh, she spreaded her legs for him more. “Chris” she whispered looking at him. It was her last chance to stop. The whisper giving way that she wasn’t going to try very hard to stop it. She wanted this. Wanted him. @

6:33 AM

@Mr Writes

“You used to be louder and more demanding than that”. He playfully reminded her as his name left his lips and rebounded the silent bedroom. The way she swiftly spread her legs to invite and allow him access showed them both she was not backing down. The sex they’d had last week against the car was far from what they needed to break the ice and allow more of eachother. This would do that. His fingertips explored her hairs at the top of her clit. She was wet and warm. He leaned down, forcing three fingers between her walls before removing them and placing them with his throbbing cock. @Mrs Writes 💓

Her back arched, as her head went back in to her bed. A moan relaxed her body. The feeling of his hands on her hips that pulled her down onto his cock more. How gentle he was, knowing she was nervous. She smiled up at him softly. Memories from the few times the did this in the past came back. The barn at the wedding, his car, his childhood bedroom. Her hands started to explore her own body infront of him. Squeezing her breasts, jiggling them infront of him. @Mr Writes

It seemed clear and obvious to Chris the exact moment where Julia’s advances and comfort grew. The moment he pushed his cock between her already wet walls was the moment her conscience subsided and was replaced with an urge for the forbidden. Her hands explored her body like she worshiped herself. “Don’t make me embarrassed if I just explode”. He laughed. The silent house was theirs for the weekend. How much of this was about to become the norm. @Mrs Writes 💓

“I want you to explode..multiple times” she smiled and pulled him down, kissing him as she wrapped her legs around him. “You feel good in there..” she smiles at him. @Mr Writes