Summary: Ex-plate jeorpadises her marriage and family life for...honestly, who the fuck knows?

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Had a plate back in high school. HB7 then; beautiful eyes and face, good body. Throughout the last six months of school, and for a while after we finished, she tried to extract commitment from me, but it just never happened.

Meanwhile, she had a boyfriend of two years who'd moved to a neighbouring job to do his engines degree. She would alternate between home and visiting this guy. On one of her trips, she texted me all this shit about how much she loved me and that she wished she knew how i truly felt about her. I told her i valued her, but i wouldn't say anything i didn't feel just 'cause she'd said it first. Radio silence after that, and when she came back she told me her boyfriend had discovered her chats with me and been livid that she would degrade herself to the extent of sleeping and falling in love with a guy who didn't care about her(Hello, pedestal) But of course, he took her back, and, being the prideless individual he is, proposed a few months later. She told me the night he popped the question, saying that this was my last chance to have her; after this she would be a married woman who would be faithful to her husband. I told her that he was best for her, and to accept. We had sporadic contact for a while afterward, but at some point it stopped being fun and i stopped responding. That was about two years ago; cold turkey until a few days ago.

I was laying on the couch, trying to catch an afternoon nap(Literal all-night sex with the ovulating LTR) I get a text from an unknown number.

Random Number: I can't believe you haven't made an effort to find me in all this time. You are an asshole.

MeThis is?

Random Number It's RM.

I stop and ask myself why. Why is a married woman contacting me after two years? Let's see.

Me Oh...hey

RM: Hey yourself. How you been? It's been so long. I miss you.

Me: Oh?

RM: Yeah. I never wanted to tell you because you have a huge ego, along with other huge things(I'm average, btw) but you have always held my heart and you are one in a million.

Me: What about your husband?

RM: He is an angel, always helping with the baby(what baby?) and takes care of all my needs. But i've never felt a fire for him.

I try to deflect from this, just to see.

ME: How old is the baby?

RM: Nine months old. She ruined my figure though.

Me: Show me

RM: lol. I'm married.

Me: Show me

RM: You will have to earn them. Show me you still love me.

At this point, i'm starting to drift away, so i say 'fuck it' put the phone down and have ,my nap. I wake up 25 mins later and check my phone. There are about a dozen fucking photos of her, beginning her in a bath gown, showing one tit, showing both, teasing it off the shoulder, full frontal, side-ass shots, and a couple of pussy shots. Now, i would be remiss if i didn't state that she looks fucking bangable. Her B-cups are nice C-cups now( Thanks, breastfeeding) but everything else is as tight as i remember.

I stare at these photos for a couple of minutes, and whether it's the clarity that one gets straight after waking up or whatever, i am filled with a deep sense of disgust. Strangely enough though, my disgust is almost detached...I guess this is what scientists feel like when they confirm a theory they'd spent a while on. I decide to do see how far this can go, and i prompt her to go further. She describes in detail how she'd like me to fuck her good and come inside her, and how she is going to suck my soul out through my dick.

I read this, then look back at those photos. They're taken in her fucking matrimonial bedroom, with her standing on her goddamn matrimonial bed, with her kid's cot bed right be-fucking-side her( I think i see the baby's outline, but can't be sure). Her husband is at work right now, slaving away--as much as that applies to an engineer-- so she can stay at home and be with their kid. What is she doing? Texting an old fling about wanting to fuck him silly.

In the space of less than an hour she has risked everything she has for...something. An hour, and no investment on my part and she has forsaken her marriage vows, and broken the laws of God which she now professes to follow unerringly. AN hour and a few texts...that's how easy it was to make her show me what should be for her husband only. The worst part is, even if he finds out, he is likely to forgive her and probably blame me.Life's funny like that, i guess.

Lessons Learned: AWALT? Women are sluts? I don't know, man. Sometimes this shit just smacks you when you least expect it.