Torn no longer

Do I let her back in?

Should I push her away forever?

Will our relationship be the same?

Will she wander away again?

These are the thoughts that have swirled through my head since Soccer Mom showed up at my door.

So this morning, I decided to push all of those thoughts to the back of my mind. Turn the other cheek. Let bygones be bygones. Start with a clean slate. I figured I'd let her wait long enough for my decision.

I called her this morning and told her I wanted to meet her for lunch.

At lunch I told her we could try again. But this time there were things we had to agree on.

She's always been comfortable with the fact that I played with other women and that sometimes she was included. I told her that this time it goes both ways. If she wants to play with other men, fine. But sometimes it's gonna be a threesome. She was OK with that.

Secondly, there may be a woman or two (like new C) that I'd been seeing since we "broke up". I had plans to continue seeing them and she wasn't going to know anything about them. If there was a man she was seeing that she didn't want to tell me about, that's OK. She agreed with that.

Finally I told her if she ever pulled out the "it's not you, it's me" speech again there was no way in hell I'd let her go without a full explanation. And she agreed with that.

We finished lunch.

But there was no post-lunch fuck. Not today.

Instead, I've been sending naughty texts and emails telling her that she'd better be ready for Monday morning. The things I wanted to do to her with my mouth, tongue and cock. The things I wanted her to do to me.

She sent back a photo she took with her cell phone. Jeans pulled to her knees. Wet spot on the front of her cotton bikini panties.

I sent one back of my hard cock peeking out from the top of the waistband of my briefs.

Monday morning is gonna be interesting.