She woke up in a panic. "Why?" she wondered when her husband was completely aware of her feelings for Kyle. In some ways, her husband almost encouraged her to sleep with him. After all, he was often a topic of their own sexual fantasies while they were having sex. Her husband had said then he wanted to watch Kyle fuck her. She was not really sure, but I think the guilt of her continued indiscretions coupled with the fact that she had not told her husband about the continued encounters made her feel guiltier than she probably should. She resolved herself to that fact that he would be home in two days and she would have to tell him. She thought he would be excited to hear about it. Still, she was nervous and the fact that she was seeing Kyle today made her feel a little guilty. When her husband was gone, she justified having sex with Kyle as a means to satisfy her urges. With him coming home in a matter of days, she had no excuse. She did not really care, she like fucking Kyle.
They had been having sex for almost eight months. What started out as a once a week thing quickly turned into four or five times a week. After his wife came home, things slowed again, but they still found ways to be together. His wife had little interest in sex so she was glad to fill that void. She wondered often what he told her or if she even cared. Perhaps she knew. Regardless, their intimacy was perfect for both of them and their passion for each other continued unabated.
Prior to his wife coming home, they had many nights where they would fuck until the sun came up. Sleep for a little while, and then start again. His stamina amazed her, and when he left, she could usually barely walk. She loved the soreness she felt. She loved the feeling of being filled with his cum after being stretched by his amazing cock. She did not love him, but she sure loved having sex with him. She had to wonder whether their love making would continue when her husband came home. She hoped it did because she found herself worrying about it.
After his wife came home, those late-night sessions came to an abrupt end. They managed to sneak away one weekend night a month, but usually their sex was relegated to the occasional quickie here and there. Sometimes his wife would go out with friends on day trips and this allowed them some more time. That was rare though, but still, it did not satisfy her. In truth, the day/night long fuck sessions did not satisfy her. She wanted more of him. He was like a drug that she could never get enough of. Again, she did not love him, but his cock, she loved that. His muscular body, she loved that. His ability to make her cum with his tongue, she loved that. The taste of his cum, she loved that. How he could fuck her again and again, over and over, she loved that. What a shame she might have to give it up.
She pushed her feelings aside and considered what she was going to wear tonight. His wife was going to a Bachelorette party and would not be back until tomorrow. She felt herself getting wet as she considered what was to come. It had been almost a month since they had last spent the night together. With her husband coming home, she knew this likely might be the last time for a while. After all, what are the odds of both of their spouses being away at the same time? It was all too complex, but she had tonight. She intended to make the most of it.
She looked through her panty drawer and found the perfect set. She purchased it last week in anticipation of this evenings activities. She was excited for him to see her in it and then tear it off her. That set, she went to take a shower. After shaving her legs, she looked down at her "landing strip" and knew it must go. She wanted to be smooth for him and have nothing in the way of feeling his tongue on her. Once done, she dried off and got dressed. He would be here within the hour and she decided against getting fully dressed. Instead, she put on a squirt of Jo Malone perfume and a silk robe. She did not want to waste time getting undressed. She could feel her pussy getting wet. Soon she would feel him inside her mouth and inside her pussy.
She went downstairs and opened a bottle of wine. She resisted the urge to pour a glass. She looked at the clock. In 30 minutes, he would be there. She reached between her legs and felt her panties. It was soaked, and she had a feeling that once he kissed her, she would start to drip through them. Still, 30 minutes felt like 30 days.
At last, there was a knock at the door. She ran to the door and threw it open. There he was, looking as gorgeous as ever. She invited him in and jumped into his arms. He kissed her passionately, and she inhaled his scent. He always smelled so good, and his scent sent shivers down her spine and into her longing groin. He put her down and she continued to kiss him. Their tongues danced with one another and she reached down to rub the stiff bulge in his pants.