Waiting for him to arrive, Anne's thoughts drifted to her husband and she fell a bit guilty about her actions in bed this morning. Even if Martin spent so much time at the store, he'd been a faithful husband and an exceptionally good provider. Anne had never once cheated on him, and as much as she wanted to feel Michael's cock in her cunt again, she wondered if she could go through with it after all.

Her thoughts were suddenly shattered by the chimes of the doorbell, and she was shaking like a leaf as she hurried to answer it. Opening the door, she stared up at the handsome smile and the soft brown eyes that she'd remembered so well. The years had been more than kind to the tall dark man, and maturity had made him even more handsome than he'd been as a boy.

"Oh, Michael," she beamed, throwing her arms around him and accepting the ardent kiss he planted on her eager lips.

"My God, Anne," he said, standing back and studying her when they broke their embrace. "You're more beautiful than ever."

"That's nice of you to say," she beamed, leading him into the living room. "But I'm afraid it's not quite true."

As they sat down together on a sofa, Anne intuitively knew the man was going to fuck her before leaving. Looking deeply into each other's eyes, they both knew it. After rapping for about half an hour, the eighteen years of separation seemed to melt away, and it was as if they'd been together only yesterday. They once more felt that casual intimacy between them that had been so strong when they were er.

"Oh, Anne," be whispered, taking the beautiful woman into his arms. "It's so good to be with you again."

Shivering with excitement, their lips melted passionately together, and when their deep tongue-sucking kiss ended, the front of Anne's negligee had fallen open and her big lush tits and nipples were standing out deliciously naked in front of his eyes.