My phone buzzed with a text notification on a chilly Thanksgiving evening. I pulled it out to see it was from my ex-girlfriend, Sharon. "Happy Thanksgiving! Let me be your meal," she wrote with a winking face emoji.

I raised an eyebrow at the brazen message. My fingers hovered over the screen, knowing I shouldn't respond. But the temptation was too strong. My eyes darted to my wife at the head of the table, then I chalked up a careless grin and typed back.

"Happy Thanksgiving to you too. Thank you, but I am having dinner with my wife's family," I responded.

"Oh, nice. It's cool. Happy for you," came the reply from her. “Sorry for disturbing you." I could almost hear the sarcasm dripping from the message.

"I thought you would be having dinner as a family, either with yours or your husband’s family."

"Well, my mom went back home. Hubby is on a business trip. My son is with his dad's family," she typed back.

I felt a pang of guilt. I knew she was reaching out more out of loneliness than seduction this time.

"I'm sorry to hear that," I said sincerely. I recalled how bleak Thanksgiving could be when solo, memories of microwaved dinners eaten alone, and unwanted leftovers. I know how depressing and lonely that can be. My fingers flew across the glass. "We should catch up! How about I swing by later? Give you a call when I'm heading over," I offered. I knew I shouldn't, but I had to-at least check in on her.

"That would be nice. I'll leave the door unlocked," she replied with a kissing emoji. Hmm, this was getting interesting.

After dinner at the in-laws', I dropped by Sharon's place. I pulled up outside her house, engine humming. Checking my watch, I texted her while sitting in the car. "I'm outside."

"Come in. The door is open," she responded.

I walked in, calling out "Hello!” as I pushed the door open. But got no response. Funny, all the lights were off except for a plug-in nightlight in the hallway and a faint light in the far corner. I followed it and found her lying flat on her stomach on the kitchen island, clad in just a white top pulled up over her breasts and a black thong. My dick twitched in my pants at the sight of her chocolate cake.

"What took you so long?" she asked seductively, her curly hair pulled to one side.

"I can turn around and leave if you want," I joked, trying to keep a straight face, with a hint of seriousness.

She sat up on the edge of the counter with her arms open. "Come here, you punk," she smiled.

I walked towards her, and she pulled me in for an embrace. We hugged each other tightly. The warmth of her body enveloped me, and I couldn't resist sinking into her embrace.

"I've missed you," she whispered in my ear.

At that moment, the rest of the world melted away - my wife, our families, my conscience. It was just us and the past, the future, and the present.

"I've missed you too," I said truthfully. A hint of her perfume tickled my nose. She kissed my cheek, then pulled back and licked my lips.

"Was that necessary?"

"That's to show you how much I love you."

"You're a dog now?"

"Shut up," she smiled, "you jerk," and playfully pushed me away. Then pulled me in by my shirt, "You know I love you."

"I love you, too," I said truthfully.

"I will always have love for you," she kissed me on the lips. I kissed her back. Her lips were soft and tasted sweet.

My hands slowly slid up her smooth thighs, making their way up to her waist, pulling her closer as I deepened the kiss. But then I pulled back. This wasn't right. "We can't do this," I said, my voice strained with self-control.

She huffed and slid off the counter, sauntering to the fridge. My eyes were on her round ass cheeks, swaying hypnotically with every step. I felt my resolve weakening by the second.

"Would you like something to drink?" she asked, standing in front of the fridge, slightly bent at the waist, giving me an enticing view.

"I'll have what you're having," I replied, my eyes glued to her plump rump.

"I'm not drinking anything."

"Ok. I'll have whatever you have."

"Prune juice, ok?" she joked.

"Sure," I retorted, my eyes still on her ass.

I truly do love her. Even though we were married to other people, that love is still there and will always be there. But that's no reason to break our vows.

She returned with two glasses of white wine, "Here... go sit down." She pointed with her head toward the other end of the island. That's when I noticed the plate arrangements.

I took a sip of the wine, Pinot Grigio, my favorite.

"A table for two," I began singing. "Dinner room with a view. Your body's on my menu..."

"Tonight I'm gonna eat on you..." we sang simultaneously. "But there won't be no I owe you's," she added.

She was doing something on the side of the island, her back to me. She was carrying two bowls when she turned around, walked towards me, and placed before me a bowl with vanilla ice cream sitting on top of a brownie.

"Since you've already had dinner, I thought I'd serve dessert."

As we ate, I accidentally dropped some ice cream on my pants. "Fuck!" I yelled, looking around for napkins.

"Let me get that," she said, pushing my chair back, kneeling between my legs, and licking it up.

With the white cream on her tongue, she looked up at me. Our eyes met, and we paused looking at each other. I nodded, and that was all she needed. She reached up, unbuckled my belt, unzipped my pants, and pulled out my hard cock. She licked from my balls, up the shaft, to the head, and took my dick down her throat.

She slobbered on my saliva-coated chocolate stick as if her life depended on it. I stopped her just before I blasted a load on her face. She stood up and pulled herself up onto the counter.

"My turn," I said, pulling her thong off.

"Why, you gonna eat me up?" she joked.

“No, I’m going to make a meal out of you.” I buried my face between her thighs and devoured her pussy like I hadn't eaten in days.

After I was done, she climbed down and turned around. Throwing caution to the wind, I pulled down her thin thong and plunged two fingers into her already glistening pussy.

She moaned and ground her ass against my hand. "Yesss," she hissed, "that's it, baby, get in there."

I fingered her hard and fast until she was quivering and soaking wet. Grabbing her hips, I bent her over the counter. She looked back at me with hungry eyes as I unzipped my pants and freed my big, hard cock.

"Fuck," she breathed as I probed her slick entrance. "Yes, give it to me," she panted. Slamming my hips forward, I sank my thick shaft balls deep inside her tight, velvety walls. We both groaned at the exquisite sensation.

Setting a relentless pace, I pounded into her again and again, the smack of our flesh and her wanton moans filling the kitchen. She met every thrust, her back arching beautifully as she cried out her pleasure.

Suddenly, I pulled out and rubbed the swollen head of my cock up and down her dripping slit. "Please, baby, I need it," she whined, trying to push back on me.

So, I picked her up and carried her to the living room. We fucked like two hungry animals. With a swift snap of my hips, I drove deep into her hot, gripping channel. That was all it took to send us both careening over the edge. I exploded deep inside her clenching pussy with a guttural groan as she wailed and shook through an intense orgasm.

Panting, I remained buried inside her as we floated down from our erotic high. Then I carefully pulled out and wiped my load on her ass cheeks.

"That was our dessert," I joked. "Ice cream on brownies.

She smiled and pulled me to her, "Thank you!" She kissed me.

"For what?"

"Everything..."

Afterward, lying, spent in each other's arms, reality crashed back in. I sat up with a sigh, the guilt rising like bile.

"I better get going," I said, glancing at the clock. “I'd already been gone two hours.” I stood up, looking for my pants.

"You might want to wash up first before going home," Sharon said, heading to the bathroom. I followed her on wobbly legs. She wiped the cum off her body as I wiped my cock clean.

"I see you added some more tattoos," I said, looking at the flower on her ass and the cross on her calf.

"Yea, you like?"

I gave her a look. She already knows how I feel about tattoos.

"You used to like them."

"Just one... after you told me the meaning of it." She has a teddy bear tattoo on her chest, right between her breasts, symbolic of her love for her son. I thought that was meaningful and adorable, so I liked it.

After we finished washing up, she pulled a robe from the back of the bathroom door and pulled it on. We walked to the front door and kissed goodbye.

"Until I see you again..." I began to sing, kissing her on the cheek.

"You have my phone number," she replied, kissing me back with a wink.

I chuckled and headed out into the cool night sky back home to my family.

Walking to my car, I couldn't help feeling a twinge of guilt, knowing I'd just fucked my ex-girlfriend while my wife waited at home. But seeing Sharon's stunning body and remembering our deep, abiding love, I'd thrown caution to the wind. What we shared was too strong to fight.

Driving home, I hoped this clandestine encounter wouldn't tear my family apart if discovered. Yet it felt so right, so perfect to be with my soulmate again. Only time would tell if my heart could handle the heavy cost of following my desires this Thanksgiving night.