I had been married, quite happily, for four years when my wife told me I got a call from Cynthia. My wife sounded rather pissed off that this old girlfried, and hardly a girlfriend at that, would be calling me out of the blue. She said it was social. I did not return the call for the sake of marital tranquility, but my curiosity was killing me.
I finally ran into Cynthia, or should I say she made it a point to run into me at the cafe one morning at breakfast. This is my early morning routine, so it's no secret I'm at the cafe a lot. She invited herself to my table, and began the small talk which quickly escalated into big talk.
She was married now for six years. Had kids. Bottom line: she was looking for "adventure," as she put it.
The kicker was that we had dated briefly as seniors in high school. I tried desparately to get into her pants, but I honestly believe it was my size that scared her. She kept saying there was no way I would fit, and stuff like that. I do remember a major case of the blue balls with her.
Ironically, that "adventure" she was seeking involved a big cock, because she said she remembered that I had more than enough to go around.
No, I wasn't tempted. Well, I was tempted, but there was something about the whole thing that didn't feel right. I told her goodbye and have not seen her since that day.
