Henry, and Stacey worked long hours so spending time with each other became harder as the days were long. They both knew they needed to spice up their relationship but neither of them knew exactly how. Neither of them knew they were both longing for the feeling they once felt. Nights with too much alcohol, or even no alcohol at all. They longed for each others touch. The way he would caress every inch of her curves. He knew how to kiss, and caress every inch of her body to the point of convulsions. She knew just the right spots that would get him aroused. She would run her tongue down his neck and onto his chest and kissing him down to a point of teasing the inside of his thighs.
Henry snapped out of the thought as he sat in yet another boring work meeting. Hiding his pulsing errection under the desk. He went on about the numbers, and quotas that needed to be met. But all he could think about was his lips, and tongue running along the inside of Stacey's thighs, licking her wet, hot clit. The warmth of his breath on her wet tight pussy. His errection wouldn't subside if he didn't get back to work. But it was so hard, he was so hard.
Stacey was always fantasizing about Henry coming home from work as she was cooking dinner after another long exhausting day at work and standing behimd her. She only thought about his embracing her, kissing her neck and running his hands down her sides. Grabbing her ass under her skirt that she loved showing off to her husband.
Kids were preoccupied on their video games as she cooked. She hears a car door slam. Instantly she snaps out of it but hoping one day her fantasy would come true.