A [m]id week a[f]fair | 2016

We met for lunch in a dark, Italian restaurant, tucked away in a booth in the back. We killed a bottle of cabernet and picked at our food. Too busy talking about our frustrations, wondering how we got here. How our marriages disintegrated to glorified roommates. We laughed and flirted as if we were teenagers, as if the real world didn't exist beyond the front door. We basked in the unfamiliar feeling of being desired.

Then he asked, "Where to next?"

I tried to play coy. I tried to pretend I could hold out. But I was squeezing my thighs together under the table. Eager to please, but trying to stay in control. So, I agreed to stop by his house for one more drink.

He uncorked another bottle of wine while I used the restroom. Those glasses stayed on the counter. I came out and went right for what I needed. I grabbed his tie and pulled his face close to mine, kissing him fiercely. He behaved for a bit, but his frustration made him lose control too. He pulled me close and grabbed my ass as he kissed me. Lifted me off my feet and carried me to his bed. We fell together, his weight crushing me and leaving me breathless as he kissed down my neck, making me moan and writhe under him. He pulled off his tie, then his shirts and I groaned with need when I saw his hot body. I pulled him close and between kisses asked to taste him. He pulled off my sweater and yanked off my bra, kissing my tits as I worked his belt open. My pussy gushed when I got my hands on him. His cock was better than I could have hoped. I wiggled down between his legs and opened my mouth as he eased the head on my lips. I tongued the head of his cock staring up at him. Then I opened a little wider, he grabbed my head and slowly pushed deep in my throat. I swallowed gently, desperate to prove I could take it all. He pulled out and I begged him to stand at the edge of the bed, I hung my head off and demand he fuck my throat.

I've never seen such appreciation for my skills. He pounded away at my throat while reaching down to finger my drenched pussy. He knew I was ready. He pulled out, ripped my pants off and managed to slip on a condom without missing a beat. He crawled between my legs and before I knew it he was in me. Deep in me. I grabbed his arms as he pounded away. He was so big it hurt, but it hurt in that satisfying way. I needed his cock in ways I couldn't understand. I came so fast it threw me off guard.

I demanded to ride him, and I didn't expect him to last long. We've both been so deprived, we couldn't have unrealistic expectations. I watched his face as I squeezed every drop of his cum out with my tight pussy.

I wish I didn't have to return to the real world. But duty calls. Life doesn't stop for good sex. I'm already aching for him again.