I lay in bed and watched you dress. Our afternoon together in my hotel room was unbelievable! Each time we made love was better the time before and every time you took me inside you -- in your pussy and in your mouth -- I thought that I would die of ecstasy. I loved everything about the experience -- your taste, your smell, the feel of your naked skin against mine, the feel of you on top of me, and underneath me.
I felt shivers when you came over to me and kissed me sweetly before you left to go back to your life. I didn't want you to go. I didn't want it to end.
Driving back to your new house, you could only thing of our afternoon together. You hadn't known what to expect, but on our first embrace you knew that it would be good. My smell lingered over you (you'll have to do something about that when you get home -- can't have hubby getting the scent of another man).
You arrive home, take a shower, letting your hands wander over your body just as mine had been doing such a short time earlier, and then you waited for the family to come home. Somehow you managed to feed the family, but you mind was miles away, as you wish your body was, snuggled naked in my arms, feeling my kisses on your neck and shoulders, feeling my caresses on your breasts and between your legs, and giving in to your desires as I entered you.
Thankfully the evening passed by and it was time for bed. You put on your nightgown and quickly fell asleep, dreaming of our afternoon of lust and love.
Startled you wake up. What time is it? Two o'clock in the morning. What was that noise? You look over at hubby and he is peacefully sawing logs. But you seemed to hear a noise from the kitchen. Or was it just a dream?
Pulling back the covers, you ease out of bed and walk in your bare feet to the kitchen. You hear a rustling! Was that a creak on the floor? Entering the kitchen you instinctively reach for a pot to use as a weapon.
You hear me whisper, "Jenn, you won't be needing that." I'm right behind you. Moving forward, my hands cup your breasts. I can feel them heaving beneath the fabric of your nightgown. I kiss you neck. "I couldn't leave tomorrow without seeing you again," I whisper in your ear. You feel a hardness pushing against your back. Reaching back with your hand you feel that I am naked.
"Oh, my," you gasp hoarsely. "What if my husband hears us?"