He doesn t fuck me like you do.

He doesn t fuck me like you do.
I m so fucking horny right now. I can t bear it...

Those are the kind of texts I get from you throughout the week. Every now and then just to remind me what you are looking forward to. What we are both looking forward to. Thursday nights can never come soon enough, it s a shame I can only get away that one night a week. It s fine though, the anticipation and all the secrecy only makes the experience that much more satisfying when we are in the moment. We tease ourselves, it s almost like torture, until we finally get our moment.

I walk in trying to contain my eagerness and excitement knowing full well what to expect. We both know what this is, and we take it as such. As always you are dressed in a way that immediately makes my blood turn hot as my pants start feeling just a little bit tighter. Sometimes it s a semi revealing cocktail dress with heels, maybe something more simple like short shorts and a tank top. Sometimes it can be something as simple as some sexy lingerie, or something more thought out like a hot librarian look if you are in the mood for a little roleplaying. Whatever it is... the look on your face, mainly it s what I see in your eyes, scream the same thing every single time. Inaudible but as clear as day...almost like you are begging...craving...

I know what you want.

My pants come off almost immediately, you would be insulted if they stayed on any longer. We only have about 3-4 hours after all and I know how you like to make every minute count. It s as if you ve been deprived of everything you need to just exist. The way you make your way towards me, your eyes fixed on my now throbbing cock, like an a****l stalking it s prey. You move in as close as possible without touching, I can feel your breathing getting heavier almost like you can t breathe. We both have goosebumps, here we are...this is what we ve been working up to all week long. Fuck, We could both cum just from this if we wanted go. But we aren t amateurs.

No hands, you slowly and as gently as you could ever be, you lick from the base all the way up to the tip. You give the tip a soft kiss and let out a quick and light giggle. You lick a few more times before you stop and stare at my cock, as if I m not even here. You re breathing gets heavy again as you slowly move in and take it into your mouth, moaning...almost crying. I swear there is nobody on this earth that I would trade you for at this moment. You give head better than any woman, you don t just suck dick you make love to it with your mouth! The amount your panties get soaked just by our oral foreplay...it is an art that you have perfected because you love it so much. Your blowjobs are messy and you don t hold back the spit as you slobber all over it. You are not ashamed one bit and you could go on forever, but I eventually have to stop you.

At this point I m usually as hard as you will ever see any cock be. I stand you up and bend you over sliding your panties off with one hand. You know what comes next. You reach behind and spread your cheeks as you wait in anticipation with a smile on your face. If it s one thing I m proud of it would be my tongue skills and I know by your reactions that you love them too. I ll lick your little butt hole to the point where I think you are going to cum, and I love every second of it. After I ve teased you enough I ll stand up and as I start to give in to my a****listic instincts I give you a nice firm smack on you ass. It hurt, I know it did because it stung on my hand too. But it felt good, and you loved it.

I part your cheeks and I slide my cock right in to your tight ass slowly. Eventually we get into a very satisfying rhythm. As I m fucking you I look over to the mirror next to the bed and can see your hard little clit (as you call it) and I can t help but wonder : How many times have you cum already?

The night goes on and things get rougher. A little slapping, choking, name calling and dirty talk of the like. It s uninhibited pure adult fun. Every now and then at our play sessions we will try something new, we aren t afraid to experiment and have a try anything once mentality.

Finally, you start to get anxious as I tell you that I m about to cum. You get what you ve been patiently waiting for. Sometimes you get multiple servings throughout the night. Sometimes you swallow it all, sometimes you beg for it on your face. I m not picky and I ll gladly deliver it as you wish.

As we wrap things up and I get ready to leave you tell me : you know I ve had a boyfriend for a while now right? . I deny it, but mention that it doesn t matter to me. So is this the end then? You smile, an evil yet satisfying smile as you say No way. He doesn t fuck me like you do. It s like he s afraid of what s in between my legs. Too gentle...too vanilla. I mean, do you really wanna go back to fucking just your wife again?

I smile right back at you.

Point taken.