They've been sleeping with each other for weeks behind his wife's back. Between her long trips for work and her constant whining about needing sleep, they'd been constantly meeting up for sex.
Karen was Johns wife for 10 years, and after all the constant bickering, they had had enough of each other. Signing the divorce papers, they had already moved out and away. Samantha, Karen's 20 year old sister, had decided that she wouldn't lose him in the scuffle though. In fact, she was going to rub it in that stuck up bitch's face.
Standing at 5'6", she loved wearing high heels, bringing her to 5'9". Her light brown skin off toned her dark brown, bouncy hair that fell over her face. Her petite body seemed to hook into an hour glass figure as her breasts filled the light red negligee. Her ass, barely covered by the short gown, peeked under the cloth and showed that she was obviously not wearing anything underneath.
John had bought her this for Valentines day this past year and she knew that everytime she wore it, he'd never say no to her. He was a large man with thick, rough hands that felt so good against her soft skin. Working in construction, he had the strength to easily lift and carry her, but above all, make her sore in all the right ways after a night of fun.
They always met in a hotel before this, paranoid that the neighbors would see her at night and report it back to his wife, but tonight, she sat in their bed. On her covers. With a huge smile on her face.
She knew what he loved, and she loved being able to give it to him. Sliding down to her knees, she pulled his pants down and looked up at the marvel of his length. Her mouth began to salivate as she breathed in his musk and began to lick up the length of his erection.
She yearned for the way he watched her, the eyes of a man who didn't just want her happiness, but her lust. He loved how primal she became when she pleasured him, seeming to give in to her urges and live in the moment. But above all, she loved when he got fired up and simply took control.
