Her husband laid next to her, his breathing finally slowed, a light snore beginning to become audible. She laid there, staring at the ceiling, naked, full of his cum, and completely unsatisfied. Sex with him was always about him. She was always left wanting more.
She had plans for later that evening, and was about to get up and shower, when a wickedly delicious idea formed in her head.
She pulled out her phone, texted her friends that she couldn't make it out that night, and sent a message to her lover that she was coming over.
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He sat at home, wondering what he was going to do. He had no plans, but was in the mood to do something when his phone lit up.
A message from his lover. A smile spread across his face. He now had plans for the evening, his favorite person coming over, and with any luck, he would soon be ravishing her, his favorite thing to do. Blood began to flow to his dick, he felt the familiar tingle as it started to grow in his pants. He unlocked the door, and sat down awaiting her arrival.
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She had finally arrived. He saw her car pull in the drive. Anticipation building as he watched her walk in the door. She was stunning, as always. The knee high black boots, the fishnet stockings over her perfect legs, the short black skirt showing her perfect curves, the tight red shirt, accentuating her body, her hard nipples standing out proud, telling him how this evening was going to go.
He smiled as he approached to greet her, drinking her in. Grabbing her head, he pulls her in for a passionate kiss, sliding his other arm around her, pulling her close.
He could feel her heat through their clothes, her smell intoxicating, her kiss and touch pure electric.
She could feel his need for her in their kiss. She could also feel his need for her body bulging in his pants, grinding on her, making her hot.