The letter was waiting for me when I got home.
She had left it for me in the one place she knew I would certainly find it: Taped to a beer bottle in the fridge.
So, I grabbed the beer, tore off the letter, opened the bottle and went into the living room to settle down in my easy chair and read what she had to say.
"Oh, Baby," it started. "I am so embarrassed to write this letter and I hope you won't be too mad with me.
"This has been coming for some time, I suppose. You leaving so early each morning, coming home so late at night and me having nothing to do all day except sit and watch TV.
"Oh, you have been a good husband to me, working so hard, bringing home the bacon, keeping me comfortable. But I guess I have been getting bored. I need to have my man around, but we can't make it if you do not work. I was so weak, so desperate, so needy.
"You come home at night. You drink your beer, you watch your TV, then you go to bed so tired you just fall asleep. I watch you, I touch you and I wish things were like they were when we first married. Do you remember how you used to just grab me, feel me up, throw me down and just fuck me? I remember how your hard cock felt inside me. I remember how your hairy chest would rub across my titties making them so erect. I remember how you used to grunt and howl and cum so hard in me. I remember how your sweaty body would collapse on me and how you would hold me so tight like you would never let me go.
"Why did you stop doing that? Why did you stop making me your wife every night? Why did I have to start finding things to put inside me to pretend they were you?
"I never meant for today to happen. I never meant to get so lonely that you wouldn't be the only man in my life anymore. I never meant to cheat on you and now I feel so guilty.
"I can't believe I am telling you this but, in a way, I do not think I could ever feel right again if I didn't. You have been so good to me in so many ways, yet so bad to me in others. Had you been here, I doubt this would have happened. But you were not here, it happened, and now, baby, I just do not know what to do."
I took a swig of my beer and tried to imagine my darling Andrea with another man. I just couldn't picture it in my mind.
Andrea is a delight of a creature. Petite at 5'2" she has avocado shaped breasts that fit nicely her 32B-24-34 frame. I would often easily pick up her tiny body in my arms, her long brown hair splashing over my shoulders and chest, and carry her off to the bedroom, my little baby doll, for nights of fiery, unrestrained passion.
But, like she said, that was long ago. I tried to remember the last time I had taken to fucking my pretty baby and couldn't put a date on it. It must have been months ago that I last came home and the urge hit me.
She had been in the kitchen when I got home, setting out dinner. She was wearing only a black lacy bra and blue jeans that hugged her legs and curvy ass like a second skin.
She was right. When the mood hit me I charged in like a bull, tearing into her pretty flesh like there was no tomorrow.
Well, she looked up from the table, saw me and flashed me a 'welcome home' smile. Her eyes sparkled with delight at my presence and she moved to kiss me.
I took her kiss, soft and sensuous, hungry and inviting, and then held her out at arms length to take in the beauty of her body. The black bra contrasted nicely with her pale skin. It covered a little more than half her breasts, leaving an enticing bulge and lots of cleavage open to my view. I thought I would melt taking in the site of her half-covered breasts. I pulled her to me and plunged my face into her cleavage.
The soft flesh of her mounds caressed the sides of my face as my tongue wallowed in the taste of her breast flesh. Oh, how I was in heaven buried in her skin. Oh how wonderful she smelled as I licked and sucked and shook my head back and forth against her chest. Her skin was so warm against me and aroused my beast inside.
I swept her off her feet, into my arms and bent my mouth to engulf one of her lace clad breasts. Her tit filled my mouth and I sucked deeper, hearing her tiny gasp. My teeth found her erect nipple through the cloth and I bit down on it, getting rewarded with another gasp.
"God, I'm going to eat you up," I said, sinking to my knees and resting her on the floor.
I stared down at her prone form and luxuriated in the site of her breasts rising and falling rapidly with her breathing. I tore off my shirt staring at her twinkling eyes. She wanted me and was lying there, waiting for me to take her. I struggled out of my pants, kicking off my shoes when they got in the way of my rush to be naked.
My dick sprung out, hard as a rock. Her eyes shifted to stare at it and a smile grew on her lips.
I grabbed at her jeans, fumbling with the snap, yanking on the zipper, then roughly peeling them, panties and all, from her body. Her pussy winked up at me, already glistening with her juices. She kept it bare, the way I liked it, and now that white flesh with a hint of pink showing through, yelled at me, leaking tears of sex, waiting for me and only me.
I spread her legs at the knees and got on top of her. I looked down at her bra covered breasts, grabbed one tightly with my hands. When she took a sharp intake of breath at the pressure, I rammed my penis home. She cried out once as I found my depth. I collapsed on her as I felt her warm flesh enfold my rod. I plowed again into her depths, feeling flesh give way, feeling muscles part before my dick and clamp back around it, encasing me in silky goodness.
