Lying in bed with my slumbering fiancé half on top of me, my mind wouldn't allow sleep to overtake me. Still in a frenzy that hasn't stopped for three long-ass weeks. Twenty-one days reliving one past simple mistake. A mistake that reared its ugly head the day after my fiancé finally proposed to me. The day after my boyfriend of five blissful years asked me to take his hand in marriage. It started as a text from an unknown number. The next day it came in a message on social media from a fake account. The day after, there was an unaddressed letter in our mailbox. Every day for the past twenty-one days, the same message in various forms. Every single one carried the exact same message. None of them sent from a known source. However, I knew that the signature derived from the message itself.

"I know what you did last summer."

My man's grip tightened on the side of my pec. It was as if he knew what was running through my mind at this moment in time. The thought of the events from that night racing through my mind like my worst nightmare and best dream combined. Hindsight being 20/20, I never should have done what I did. On the other hand, I'd still do it again in a heartbeat.

My eyelids tightened as the events from that night for the twenty-first time in twenty-one days reoccurred. As my man's fingertips brushed over the side of my ribcage. The man that loved me unconditionally. The man that I would soon be taking vows to spend the rest of my life with. The man that I willingly betrayed that one fateful night last summer. The night that I let my dick and ass think for me. The night that my biggest fantasy turned into the current nightmare of my dreams.

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It was the night of my tenth high school reunion. I was still pissed that I had to go by myself. My boyfriend had a business seminar he couldn't get out of. That was the downside to dating an extremely successful businessman. The perks usually outweighed the downfalls, but this was not one of those times. I was so looking forward to showing my hunk of a man off tonight. Instead, I was stuck going stag to this thing. I wouldn't have gone at all if I hadn't so dearly missed my click from school. Our little pack of tight friends whom I wouldn't have survived the experience without.

I was intentionally outed by my best friend during our freshman year. He walked into my house at an inopportune moment. Needless to say, he was less than thrilled that his best friend was into guys. Less than thrilled enough to make a special announcement over the school's PA system. That thirty seconds which earned him a mere three-day suspension. That thirty seconds made me an outcast for the rest of my high school life. Had it not been for my core group of friends, I never would have survived to graduation. Still, seeing him glare at me in the halls did nothing to stop the tingling in my groin. Nothing stopped the lustful feelings I felt for my ex-best friend. The hunky captain of the soccer team that used to sleepover in my room.

I did my best that night to hide in a shadowy corner. To only interact with my previous classmates when absolutely necessary. To hide, like the outcast I was. My core group of friends all introduced their current love interests to me. I made small talk to the smallest degree of being considered social. The hugs came and went as the alcoholic punch flowed smoothly past my lips.

I could feel an alcoholic daze start to overcome me when he finally came into my semi-blurred vision. That fine ass body had only improved with age like a fine wine. His shirt stretched over those firm biceps and his slacks hugged those thick quads. The girl on his arm seemed oblivious to the fine ass piece of man that it was attached to. And he didn't seem to be paying two bits of attention to her. From the look on their faces and the cups in their hands, it looked like they had a few cups of adult beverages as well.

My goal of staying off the radar abruptly ended when his eyes latched onto me. He excused himself from his girlfriend before sauntering over to me. He eyed me over from top to bottom, no doubt wondering when my slender frame filled out as it did. Those long nights at the gym taking out my frustration over him having a defining effect on my body.

Rob said, "I didn't think you'd have the balls to show up tonight."

After a slow sip of my drink, I replied, "At least I have the balls to go after what I want."

He drank my body in with one smooth glance before asking, "Do you have a room?"

I damn near choked on my saliva and it took all I had to shake my head back in an affirmative.

Rob chugged what was left in his cup before stating, "Lead the way."

I finished off my drink off as well before tossing the empty cup in the nearby waste can. My eyes never glanced behind me as I walked out of the crowded room. As he stood beside me in the elevator. As we walked down the deserted hallway to my hotel room. It wasn't until I felt his hands grasp my hips as I unlocked the door that everything became real.

From the moment that the door closed behind us, everything seemed almost a blur. Hungry lips and limbs interwound as our suits quickly ended up on the floor. Bare, sweaty flesh stuck together as we made out while stumbling to my bed. As I fell backward with him lying on top of me. The cock that I merely could catch glimpses of in the locker room now fully erect and pressing into my abdomen. And let's just say it was by no means disappointed.

Rob slid his body up mine, pinning me to the mattress with his knees trapping both sides of my torso. My toned body was no match against those thick thighs of his. Ever so slowly, he inched his knees up the sides of my ribs until his ripped body was towering over my face. That massive cock jetting out from the base of his abdomen. Bouncing with every beat of his heart.

Rob asked, "Is this what you're been dreaming about all those years?"

I nodded my head back in affirmation.

Rob ordered, "Say it, Troy."

"Yes Sir, I want your cock."

He grabbed his thick rod at the base before milking it the whole way to the head. A single drop of his nectar escaped the slit, landing on my hungering lips. My tongue lashed out, taking his sweet essence into my mouth. Rob smiled down at me and that was the end of it. His knees slid back as he leaned down toward me. He supported his weight on the bed with one hand while the other guided the purple tip to my lips. My mouth opened instinctively as he started to use my mouth and throat. Face fucking me right against the mattress. Tears ran down the sides of my face as my jaw struggled to accompany his girth. As his long ass cock bottomed out in the back of my throat. It was torture and absolutely amazing all at the same time. The feel of the velvety skin, the taste he left on my tongue, and just knowing that I was sucking Rob's dick.

That pleasure all ended when he pulled that fine cock back out of my mouth. He knelt up once again., this time resting those firm buns on my chest. His saliva covered cock sticking out over the middle of my chest. So close, yet so far away.

Rob gasped, "Lube."

It was more of an order than a statement or a question. His legs released my torso and I scrambled to the side of the bed, reaching to the floor for my duffle bag. My hand felt around inside until it found the small bottle. I packed it for a solo session before bed. Never in a million years, I would have imagined that it would be going to this use. I handed Rob the bottle, which he quickly opened and squirted into his palm.

He ordered, "Get on your knees."

I did exactly as instructed and got on my hands and knees in front of him. My rear entrance on full display for his use. Slick fingers soon entered me. Opening me up to take his thick as fuck cock. It was as if he'd done anal before and knew exactly what to do. The fingers slid out of me, only to be replaced by the tip of his cock. He held my hips as his length slowly slid into my hole. The stretching of my ring, the fullness he gave me, and the pressure on my prostate turned me into a moaning mess within seconds.

Once his length was buried deep inside me, he grabbed the sides of my hips and started fucking my ass like a wild man. My palms clenched the sheets as he rammed his thick cock into me. I don't know how long we really went at it, but it seemed like an eternity. An eternity that abruptly ended with me unloading onto the comforter and Rob pumping his load deep inside me.

He got up and went to the bathroom to clean up. I collapsed onto the bed, unable to move a muscle if my life depended on it. When he returned, Rob started putting his suit back on. I laid there watching as he got dressed. My own body still a mess of lube and cum.

Rob looked down at me while adjusting his tie and sighed, "We should've done that years ago. Sorry for being such a dick."

And with that, he left the room. Left me lying there still recovering from the best fucking of my life. Leaving me to wonder what might have been if we did fuck around back in high school. All of those thoughts from my past dissipated as a hand wrapped around my now throbbing cock. Stroking me underneath the sheets. I knew that Alex was awake now and I hoped it wasn't me that woke him. I couldn't keep going on like this though. He deserved to know what happened that fateful night. The only way to escape my past was to come clean and accept the consequences. His thumb swirled the pre-cum over the head of my cock, driving me wild.

"I slept with my ex-best friend last year at our reunion." It came out so fast that I didn't think there was even a gap between words.

Alex responded, "I figured as much. You've been moaning his name in your sleep ever since you got back."

"You're not mad?"

He replied, "You love me, right?"

"Yes."

Alex said, "I love you too. And if this guy's everything you say he is, I'd totally be down for a threesome sometime. As long as it's you in my arms at the end of the day, that's all that matters."

I smiled before pulling his head to mine. Our lips latched together as he slid his body on top of me. Alex made me his once again, releasing another dream's worth of sexual frustration. Allowing me to drift off to sleep with my fiancé sleeping half on top of me once again. And now I knew if something were to happen again with Rob, my man would be right there with me.