She finally learned his name that second night. It surprised her, it was hard to believe that a man that sexy had such a common name. It certainly rolled off her lips while she was moaning with raptourous delight, and even she had to admit it sounded so sexy when she said "Fuck me harder Thomas." That act alone seemed to increase his hunger for her. So, she made certain, to talk dirty to him when they were alone and fucking like that act alone was what they were born to do to each other.
It had been four amazingly hot weeks since they first met. The had fucked every night since, and once they started spending the nights together, they would find each other again in the mornings.
She had a wonderful sex life by all comparisons, before Thomas came into her life. However, since his unexpected arrival, she had to admit, she had no idea how intense a burning passion could be. Until Thomas.
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Sara. He heard her name echoing in his mind. He was having one hell of a time concentrating at work, and it was her fault. All he could see in his addled brain was the image of her, in her black baby doll nightie she had worn yesterday afternoon as they set at her dining room table playing cards.
She had to have known, the entire act of sitting there innocently playing cards, while she was so erotically dressed (if that is what you could call it he thought laughing to himself) was an immense turn on for him. She would laugh and god that drove him mad. He knew, because he had experienced the very act, that all she would have to do is smile at him from across a room, and his cock would become rigid, standing at attention for his goddess.
He looked at his watch, thirty more minutes, that's all he had left today. Then he could hop in his truck and drive straight to her house. It had been four weeks, and that meant this was more than just a passing affair in his opinion. Thoughts of his wife a state away popped into his mind.
Oh Rebecca. Yea she was aware he had his affairs when working on the road. But Becky always knew he would be coming home to her, leaving all the other quick pieces of ass behind. He had never strayed from their agreement. Becky didn't like him fucking around on her, but, she conceded. Especially since she could have the occasional fling that he would turn a knowing eye from. He never threw her actions in her face, because really what was the point.
They had married young, Thomas and Becky. He knew it was a mistake by the time they had been married six months. Despite that fact, he honestly felt , that as long as their arrangement worked, and he in turn kept his actions quiet and discreet, that he could make the loveless marriage work.
That was until he had laid eyes on Sara. God what was he going to do? He had never fucked a woman other than his wife more than a couple times. His job kept him on the road, and he never gave the women any information other than a name. They had all been ok with it he had supposed, and in reality he didn't really care if they had been or not. He knew he was a cad by the worse definition.
He knew, the way thoughts of his Goddess tore through his mind all day, distracting him from his work, causing him to make stupid mistakes he had never made before , that this was a woman he was not going to be able to walk away from.
The most impressive thing about her and his affair? Yes the sex was fucking hot. The best he had ever experienced in his forty years on this earth; but that wasn't the thing that surprised him the most. Sara and he had so many things in common. They entertained each other, and seemed to be growing only closer together.
He had never told Sara about Becky, and Sara had never asked if he was married or single. He had let her assume, he was available, ripe for her picking. That made him feel guilty.
Tonight, he would tell her. He would tell Sara, he had not expected to feel this way. He would tell her he could not deny his hunger for her, his need to feel her soft body beside him every night. He would explain his marriage to Becky, hopefully in a way she would understand. One of the things he loved about her, was her ability to be so compassionate and non judgmental.
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She was preparing supper for them, as she had done almost four days a week since they met a month ago. She had showered earlier in the afternoon, and had went to great lengths to make her sex appeal scream at the top of its lungs when Thomas walked through the door.
Her usually straight hair was curled and bouncy, silky soft and smelled of her shampoo. She had purposely wore the perfume he had bought her a few days ago, knowing that he absolutely loved the scent on her.
She had went early that morning and had gotten a French manicure. He had told her himself, that her fingers were beautiful; and by the way he would kiss her fingertips and had to always be holding and caressing her hands, the attention paid to her manicure today would drive him half wild.