I felt your long hair sweeping across my skin. You moved up my body to lay on top of me and I felt your rock hard nipples pressing into my own breasts. My legs were still spread wide, my juices wetting the sheet beneath us as I felt your legs between mine also spreading. You kissed me on the lips and I tasted my own pussy juices on you.
Alex's cock invaded my pussy, and you cupped my breasts and sucked on my nipples while he pumped in and out of me. He pulled out and I felt his thrusts against you again, wishing I could cup your breasts and tweak your nipples in return. I settled for just feeling them pressed against me while he powerfully fucked you right on top of me. He stopped again, returning his cock to me for a few more thrusts. He switched back and forth between us, I'm sure he was savoring the contrast between our pussies, until we both had cum again.
When he was moaning in that way that I know means he's about to cum, you moved off of me. I felt his warm liquid spray across my belly and breasts as he groaned in pleasure. Shortly, I felt your hair brushing against my skin again, followed by your tongue as you licked every drop of his cum off of my body.
There were low whispers I couldn't make out, and then the sound of the door opening and closing. By the time he removed my blindfold and the ties around my wrists, you were gone.
I still have no idea who you were. Every time I see him smile at a woman in public or flirt with somebody at a bar, I wonder if it's you. I study random women's fingers, trying to remember the exact length and shape of the hands that explored my pussy that night.
I know I could just ask my husband, but I want to find you on my own. It makes me aroused just to think about finding my mystery woman. I think we could have a lot of fun, just the two of us, or arrange for our own surprise for Alex.
Please put "reconnection" in your email subject line so that I can filter out the spam. Tell me which suburb I live in and something unique about Alex's body so that I know it's really you.