Starting an affair with a blow job. Help me get it right. | 2016

"Do you like dirty talk?"

I nod before taking a slow sip from my iced coffee. Running my tongue against the straw, I think about what his cock will taste like. He tells me he wants to lick my pussy. The woman at the next table turns her head and stares at us. This isn't a conversation we should be having in Starbucks. It isn't a conversation we should be having at all. We are married to other people.

But I can't stop it. I don't want it to stop. I want him to rub his face, his beard against my pussy. I need him to make all of the smooth parts of me rough. We go outside and walk around the back of the building looking for privacy.

"The thing I want to do to you will take hours," he says as he pulls me into a secluded alcove.

We don't have hours. People know our schedules, they expect us to be in certain places at certain times. He pushes me against a wall and kisses me hard. I bite his lip, gently. We can't leave any marks on each other's bodies, but I want him to. I want him to bite my neck and slap my ass.

He squeezes my breasts and slides his hand down the back of my pants. I'm so wet. I've been wet since he rolled down his car window while we were in line waiting to pick up our kids and told me he wanted to fuck me.

I stroke his cock through his pants. We don't have enough time. He moves his hand to his belt and I kneel, waiting. I run my tongue around my lips and then move to his cock, putting my hand at the base of the shaft. It's longer than I thought.

I tease him just a little. Licking slowly and moving my tongue around the tip, pressing against the opening and then lightly squeezing his balls. He braces himself with one hand against the wall and puts the other on the back of my head--pushing just hard enough so that his cock slides into my mouth and the tip of it hits the back of my throat.

I suck his cock, varying the intensity. All I want to do is please him. It's been twenty years since I mouth fucked anyone but my husband. I need him to like it.

I take a breath and look up at him. "Tell me what you like," I beg.

.... so tell me. I can't wait to read your comments.