He's waiting for me at his back door and let's me in. I follow him to his bedroom. I lay on the bed and start to babble incoherently about anything I can trying to get my pulse to slow down.
He slowly lays on the bed beside me. I've know Vince since we were kids and started sleeping with him when we were teenagers. I make a joke about how my husband thought I wore matching underwear for him and tell him he can look if he wants. He slowly lifts my shirt to take a peek at my bra. I carefully take off my jeans to show him my panties. My hands are shaking so much I fumble with the button. As soon as I lay back down he starts playing with my clit through the sheer black fabric and gets me off in record time. As he runs his hand over my thighs I'm surprised at how rough his hands are.
My husbands job doesn't give him calluses, soft hands from a soft job. Vince's hands show that he works hard at his job. He slides my panties slowly down my legs, seeming to marvel at my freshly shaved pussy. He lays beside me again and inserts a finger into my hot wet center. I can't help it, I squeeze his finger with my muscles. He starts slowly with one finger, then adds another, then another. He starts finger fucking me. I can't help but moan and writhe under his ministrations. Soon I'm begging him to please fuck me. I need is hard cock inside me. He kneels between my legs and slowly lowers himself on top of me splaying my thighs open.
He stops just before he enters me, silently asking again if this is ok. I smile and nod slightly. The exquisite feeling of his big hard manhood slowly pushing inside me make me moan. I tilt back my head and roll my eyes in the back of my head. I had forgotten how good he felt inside me. As I run my hand up and down his arms, I can feel the bulging muscle of his biceps. Definitely a physical labor job. So much stronger than my husband. He could definitely overpower me and take what he wants from me if he wanted to. That simple thought turns me on even more.
