I waited in my car for my son to come out of school. I checked the time and it's getting late because I had to go back to the office after dropping him off at home. I sighed and climbed out of my car. I looked left and right but my son was nowhere to be seen. I walked up to a nearby group of kids, talking and laughing. I asked them about Jacob.

Everyone looked at me, then I told them I was Jacob's mom and came to pick him up. One of the kids pointed at the school. "I saw him with Coach Johnson."

I asked. "Inside, where exactly?"

The kid responded. "In his office."

I smiled and nodded. I was supposed to meet Jacob's coach but didn't find time as my husband mostly picks up Jacob from school. I entered the school and asked around about the office of Coach Johnson.

My son is really fond of his coach. Jacob told me he has helped him a lot to hone his skills in football and he was going to be on the list for selecting a new captain for the team. I had no idea, while navigating through the school corridor, what I was about to walk into.

I had no idea everything was starting to crumble in my life and, most importantly, my peace. When I reached the office, I knocked on the door. When I heard the permission, I opened the door with a smile on my face. The moment my eyes met Cooch Johnson, my smile vanished and was replaced with agony in my face.

My son was sitting across from his favorite coach and his ideal coach was my toxic ex. My painful flashbacks started to run through my mind. I can't believe I ran into my past like this. My son was sitting in a way where he was facing the coach and the coach's face was towards me.

The time seemed still and he was also looking at me with his rigid face. I was wondering if he knew Jacob was my son. I was afraid he would ruin my son's happiness because of me. My son didn't know anything about his coach's cruel nature. My son had no idea how much his coach could be indifferent when he wanted to.

I cleared my throat and called my son. "Jacob."

My ex squinted and Jacob turned around. While standing up. "Mom, what are you doing here?"

My ex stood up and asked Jacob, pointing at me. "Is she your mom?"

Jacob nodded and looked at me. I blew my nose. "I am getting late for my office and I waited for you but you didn't come out so I had to come in to take you home."

I was talking to my son but he kept looking at my toxic ex. My son was in the middle of introducing his coach to me but I walked up to him and grabbed his arm. My son was shocked but I walked out of the office and stopped in front of my car. Jacob protested but I furiously pointed him to sit in a car.

I knew from the looks on my ex's face that he was still remembering that I had secretly married my husband while I was still in a relationship with him, so despite the fact that my son was surprised by my action, I had no choice. I tried to end things between us, but we always ended up sweating in his bed. While we were lying in our sweaty puddle, he would make a promise to change, and then after two days, he would go back to being his normal self, which was a narcissist. I did not have the courage to tell him that I wanted to end things with him because he had bad temper issues and also because he was so manipulative.

When we were on our way home, my son looked at me and asked. "Why did you do that?"

I didn't respond, then he again asked by calling my name. "Mom, why did you do that? You need to explain your actions."

I was quiet because I had no strength to answer my son because I was worried about the upcoming storm. I know my ex won't sit quietly and spare my son and me. I will go to every limit to ruin my life and my peace.

My son crossed his arms and looked the other way because I was not responding. When we reached home, I pulled over the car. My son looked at me. "I am not going to talk to you."

Jacob was about to climb out but I stopped him. Guilt washed over me because my son had nothing to do with my past experiences. He shouldn't pay the price of my misery. "I have been getting calls from my office. I had to arrive before my meeting with an important client. I have already waited for you outside the school and I didn't have time to talk to your coach."

Jacob responded. "Coach Johnson deserves an apology from you for being disrespectful to him."

Anger coursed through my body because of what his coach had done to me in the past; my apology was far-fetched, and I didn't want to hear his name in my surroundings. I kept my calm and nodded. "I will see about it."

Jacob climbed out of the car. "See you in the evening."

I asked before starting the engine. 'Are you still angry with Mummy?"

Jacob shook his head but he was not smiling, which means he was hurt. I sighed and decided to make up to him in the evening. I headed to the office after dropping Jacob off at home. I was sitting in my car in a parking lot because I had no courage to go inside and acted normally.

I was going through a storm of emotions inside me. I started thinking about the possibilities of how my ex would react to knowing that Jacob was my son. I started making a list of options for how he would ruin my peace. On every possibility, my son's going-to effect was at number one.

I wanted to warn him that if he did anything to harm my son, I would not hesitate to rip his throat out. Anger started to emanate in my gut because I wouldn't allow that son-of-bitch to hurt my son. I would do anything to save the innocence of my child and protect him from the revenge of my toxic ex.

I didn't want to make any rash decisions, so I thought again about whether I should talk to him or wait for him to do anything. At that time, I didn't realize I was looking for options to go to him. I wanted to meet him. I was unable to stop myself. I was convincing myself that every bad thing would be possible if I didn't meet him.

After struggling a lot, I started my car and headed to his home. While driving, I was cursing myself. How could I lose control even after years? I was confused and fighting a battle inside me. One side was cursing me about how I was going to meet him and the other side was convincing the cursing side that I was only going there to warn him.

When I reached his place, I immediately climbed out of my car and a familiar sight hit my heart. I was still dealing with my inner turmoil but my body was betraying me. The blood circulation inside me started to get high. My mind was stopping me but my heart wanted to plunge into the situation without thinking about the outcomes.

I walked up to his door and sighed. I closed my eyes and pushed the button on the bell.

When the door finally swung open, revealing my ex's familiar face, a rush of emotions threatened to overwhelm me.

He looked at me and smirked. "I know you would come."

I craved for him to play dominant but still, I had to show him my false bravado. "We need to talk."

He raised his brow. "Are you sure you want to talk?"

I stepped forward and pointed at him. "If you hurt my son, I promise you I will make your life hell."

He tucked a strand of hair behind my ear. "Oh, sugar, I have no such intentions yet."

I moved closer to him, and after I did so, he pressed his lips against mine. I couldn't resist wrapping my arms around his neck, wishing for him to be closer, more intense, and more involved with me. My entire existence was filled with warmth as a result of the kiss. After I had opened my mouth, he proceeded to slide his tongue down my throat. He raised his hands up to my breasts and began to swivel between his thumb and index finger.

He began to tease me by using his teeth on my lower lip, and I grumbled as he dipped his head to kiss me even more deeply. It was like I was back in the old days. His body pressed up against mine in response to my pushing. His enormous body slammed me while I was not receiving support from my back, making it impossible for me to catch my breath. He let out a groan when I likewise slammed myself into him and his hard essence touched my needy core.

He started leaving his kissing trail from my lips to my jaw and then I gave him access to my neck and he strapped down and buried his face between my neck and shoulders. I lost control and he murmured, "Sugar, I want you to come inside."

He didn't wait for my response and slid his hands beneath my thighs, lifted me up, stepped inside, and closed the door with his leg behind it. He pinned me against his door and his hands once again traveled up to my globes, sliding the garment of my shirt over my skin. He started stroking my pebbles through my bra. "Ahhh, you still rememberrrrrr how to make meee comeee."

He whispered. "Yeah, sugar, I still remember your everything but I want to see for myself whether the dark folds of your core still throb for me or not."

I smiled and my hands traced over his cheek and tangled in his hair. The pleasure inside me wanted more adventure, so I nodded, and then he pulled up my shirt over my head and, while kissing, took me to his bed. He placed me on his bed, climbed between my legs, started unbuttoning my pants, and shoved them down. He started tracking his finger all over my thighs to please me. He truly has the skills to satisfy my vicious needs.

He lowered his head and started kissing between my legs over my thong. He started kissing over the edges of my thong, half on my garments and half on my skin. My fingers were buried in his cozy bed. He ripped my thong with his teeth and licked the slit of my core. I moaned and threw my head back on the pillow. "Sugar, it's the same dark curls pulsing for me."

And then he opened my slit with his fingers, buried his tongue inside my upper folds, and started stroking under the nub with his moist tongue. He slipped his finger inside my center while kissing the upper hood, He kept moving his finger in and out of my center. He stopped his tongue and instructed me. "Sugar, I want you to caress your globes."

And like a good submissive, my hands move up to my sides and start squeezing them. The pleasure swelled inside me and pressure started building in my body as he kept stroking his tongue and finger at once. I was also getting pleased by cupping my globes. While having this euphoric moment, I cried out loud when the pleasure reached its peak and then collapsed in bed. After years, once again, I ended up all sweaty in his bed when I tried to warn him about my son.

He rolled down his pants, bent his knees once more and sat down between my legs that were parted. My phone started to ring as he positioned his hard essence to get into my wet core. My eyes got wide open. At that moment, I realized what I had done and what I was about to do. I attempted to sit up, but he pushed me back. He was not prepared for the kick that I gave him back, and as a result, he knocked himself out of bed. I hopped out of bed, gathered up my clothes, and hurried to the living room, to the spot where I dropped my bag while I was in a trance of lust. I was unable to stop myself when the name of my husband was up on my phone in a flash. I lowered my gaze and closed my eyes. "Yes, sweetie."

Husband asked. "Where are you?"

I looked at my wristwatch. "I am just leaving."

Husband responded. "Jacob told me you were upset about some project."

I sighed. "Yeah, I was but now everything has been sorted. I am coming back in fifteen minutes." and then I ended the call.

My ex-boyfriend applauded me for not being completely honest with my husband and reminded me of the time when I was his girlfriend and I covertly dated my husband and betrayed my ex because of my husband.

He came close and whispered in my ears. "I think this is a payback time now that you are his wife but I am going to warm my bed and betray him just like you had been betraying me for months."

When his breath touched my earlobes, I was once again on the verge of losing myself in his arms but I refrained from acting weak and pointed a finger at him with anger in my eyes. "That is never going to happen and if you do anything with my son, I won't hesitate to finish your life."

He started laughing at me, and I told him that whatever I said, I meant it, and then I stormed out of his place. After reaching home, I had to fabricate the whole story about my recent project in the office. I also went to my son's room and apologized for being unreasonable to him.

Throughout the entirety of the night, I was extremely restless due to the fact that I was unable to sleep and could not even close my eyes for a moment. My mind was filled with a flood of questions and a multitude of thoughts on the issue. Aside from the fact that I was feeling guilty for not being honest with my husband, I was unable to determine why I was experiencing a sense of renewal in my life.

When I was thinking about lying to my husband while sleeping in bed with my ex-boyfriend, I started to feel a rush of adrenaline through my body. With a shrug of my head, I began to think about the ideal life I had created for myself, complete with a tranquil home. Once again, after a few minutes had passed, my thoughts wandered there, and I began to yearn for my ex to manhandle me. I began to yearn for the way he was rough with me while we were in bed together. For some reason, I had the sensation that my entire body was on fire, so I sat up and hurried to the bathroom. Once I was there, I stood under the shower and poured cold water all over myself.

I slipped my hand down between my legs and began rubbing my clit. I closed my eyes and held the shower with one hand while using the other to please myself. I flung my head back and began to imagine my ex's hands all over me and his head buried exactly where I was satisfying myself. The pleasure that I was experiencing began to grow inside of me with each passing moment. While I was having cold water flow over me, I felt something boiling inside of my body. As I imagined his tongue caressing the creases of my dark curls, I inserted a finger into my depth. I covered my lips to shield my moaning. I was at my peak of pleasure but I kept pacing my hand between my legs. when I was about to reach orgasm, I dropped my shampoo bottle so that my husband wouldn't hear my scream. After catching my breath to normal, I came out and dashed to my bed, closed my eyes, and had a very deep sleep.

After that, the entire following week was filled with a struggle between my morality and the desires of my body, and I also saw that my son began to become agitated over relatively few issues. I can't neglect my son for my physical cravings, so I sat down with him and had a heart-to-heart conversation with him.

During this conversation, he declared that his spot on the team was in jeopardy since the coach had been nasty to him for the entire week. For some reason, I couldn't help but smile within my heart when I thought about the possibility of meeting him again. I promised my son that I would do something to fix this issue. I kissed him and tucked him in bed.

The next day, I went to my ex and with flared nostrils, I banged on his door. The moment he opened the door, I realized I had to cheat on my husband to have peace inside me; otherwise, I would look for chances until I did it. Just like right now, I jumped right into the possibility of meeting him. I feel alive, and I feel adventure when I cheat on my relationship.

Instantaneously, I shoved myself into his arms, and he lifted me and placed me on the table while they were simultaneously kissing. My hands slid down to his pants in order to shove them down, and when his hands attempted to remove my pants, his hand brushed my core, which caused him to be taken aback and I winked. He parted my legs and positioned himself to slam himself inside my core.

I was completely drenched for him, and as he entered his bamboo inside of needy core, I felt ecstatic. It was as if I had been waiting for this moment for an eternity. Once he was deep inside of me, he began rocking his ass, and I was living my dream as his hands were all over my body. My veins were about to burst from the incredible pleasure I was experiencing, but when I collapsed against his body and cried his name, I smiled and closed my eyes. I just experienced an overwhelming amount of pleasure.

I asked. "So my son will remain on a team. Right?"

He smirked. "As long as you fulfill my needs, your son's spot is fixed in a team."

I refrained from telling him that he was fulfilling my kink.

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