All she needed was for him to come inside her once. Just once for it to be legit, for him to think it was really his.
As she lay beneath his thrusting form, she tried to moan like she was enjoying herself. In reality, his graceless thrusts did nothing to excite her and the lack of lubrication was beginning to hurt. She had tried to close her eyes to think of her lover, but each time her husband's harsh movements forced her mind back to this unpleasant experience.
He was nothing compared to her lover. In fact, the whole reason she was in this mess was because they couldn't keep their hands off of each other. Whenever they were in the same room with each other, it was impossible for them to not touch each other. When he visited, they always made excuses to not be in the same room. It was safer for them that way.
When they were alone, however, they couldn't keep their hands off of each other. They had become accustomed to quickies anywhere and everywhere. It wasn't unusual for him to have her bent over a bathroom sink, his hand firmly over her mouth to hide her screams as he took her from behind. More than once, he pressed her up against a wall someplace secluded, with her dainty legs wrapped around his hip as his gentle rocking teased her to climax. Her favorite was when he had visited her while her husband had stayed in the city after a night on the town. While her husband had been hung-over in a hotel, her lover had woke her up to a delicious breakfast before he made love to her all over the kitchen; on top of the island, spread out on the table, pressed up against the sliding door to the outside.
It had been the only time they were allowed any foreplay and sex. They never had time for both. Of course they had pleased each other before. She knew the best way to use her mouth to make him come, knew how he loved when she wrapped her lips tightly around his head and suck as she ran her tongue along the tip. He loved when she teased him with her tongue, running it gently across the underside of his shaft. The longer she teased him with her tongue, the easier it was to make him come when she used her whole mouth.
He always made sure she was pleased, however. Whether it be with his mouth or cock, he always made sure she came. Even now, she was trying to remember the way his mouth felt on her, how he knew just the way she loved her nipples licked and rolled between his calloused fingers, or how she had to bite her knuckle to keep quiet when he thrust his fingers in and out of her tightness as his tongue teased her clit.
