I watch her undress from the closet, door slightly ajar revealing only an inch of space to watch. She takes off her bra, letting her two perfect C cups fall out, her nipples perfectly pointed, begging for my mouth. She removes her panties. I watch them fall to the ground and I instinctively take a deep breath, longing to bury my nose in the crotch, smell her wetness, breathe her scent into my lungs. She crawls into bed naked. I smile. I know that when she goes to bed naked she is planning to pleasure herself. She told me herself in our text messages. For months we chatted, dirty messages in the middle of the night, dirty pictures. She sent me hundreds of them; her tits, her ass, her dripping wet pussy right after she came while thinking of me.
Unfortunately, I am married and as much as I wanted to fuck her tight ass and taste her beautiful cunt, I was too scared to cheat. I feared getting caught. It took me months to work up the courage and come up with a plan to meet up with her and consummate the glorious fuck we would surely have. Just before I did, she ended it. Just completely cut me off. Blocked my number. Left me writhing on the floor in withdrawals, Jonesing for her. 7 days without a single word from her left my mind a jumbled mess and my body aching to touch her. Knowing I had spiraled completely out of control, I broke into her home while she was away and hid in her closet. I would have her, maybe not the way I planned for months, but one way or another. So here I stood buck naked standing next to her clothes, smelling her perfume and watching her bring herself pleasure.
I listened as the buzz of the vibrator started up. I watched her eyes closed. I wondered if she still thought of me when she came. Her knees were bent, her hand moving in a slow steady rhythm. Over the buzz of the tool I heard her moan. My rock-hard cock was in my hand. I stroked it slowly watching her as she came close to her peak. Her hand massaged one of her breasts while the other moved the tool up and down her cunt. I love that her imagination is so dirty that she need only close her eyes to see the kinky shit that she loved that would assist her in her body-shaking orgasm. Her lips parted, and she let out a small cry. It took restraint to not burst in the door and shove my cock through those parted lips. Something she once begged me to do; something I've dreamed of.
I waited until I heard her breathing get deeper and slower and I knew she was asleep. I crept out into her room and stood next to her bed. She lay on her back, the sheet, the only cover she used, was only covering one breast, the other exposed, the nipple staring up at me waiting to be twisted, pulled, sucked. One leg was kicked out of the sheet. My eyes followed up her inner thigh to where the sheet lay covering her completely waxed pussy. I lowered my face to just mere inches above her covered mound and inhaled. She smelled like heaven and I wanted to taste her. My cock was hard again, and I started to stroke it as I watched her sleep. I wondered for a second if maybe she would be happy to see me. This could be a happy reunion, we could fuck all night, maybe make love a time or two. She would smile and say, "I'm so glad you came" and I would say "the pleasure was mine" and we would laugh. Or I was going to have to take what is owed to me, what she promised me. I gently took her wrists in one hand wrapping them with a zip tie. Her eyes fluttered open, they went from confusion to fear rather quickly. Like I expected, she let out a scream and I quickly shoved a gag in her mouth "Shut up." I pulled the sheet down revealing her full nakedness. I have pictures on my phone that I look at way too frequently that map out every spot on her body but I've never seen it in person.