Things are a lot better at home with Hubby. Heck, even the sex is a lot better. But I'm still restless.
Just as my lover could never replace Hubby, Hubby can never replace him.
I curl up on the couch and close my eyes, pretending to be taking a nap, and I see him standing in front of me. He doesn't have a shirt on and the sight of his bare chest takes my breath away. I reach up and touch him, sliding my hands slowly up over his abs and chest, then standing to keep moving upward to touch his shoulders. I kiss my way up his body, finally lingering at his neck as I curl my arms around him. I feel him slide his arms around me and pull me closer. I look up at him and he kisses me.
I'm aware of my husband in the room, and I know I should not indulge this fantasy. At least not now.
But I can't help it. My thoughts of stepping back into my life in the here and now evaporate with the feel of my robe sliding off over my shoulders. He keeps kissing me deeply as he leans me back onto the coach, holding me firmly so I don't fall.
He climbs on top of me and I instinctively wrap my legs around him and pull him closer. He reaches down and smoothly slides his pants off, letting his hard cock escape. It rubs against my pussy as he shakes his pants off his legs, first one, then the other. I was already moist, but now I'm wet, fully ready for him, waiting for him to take me, needing him to take me. I moan into our kiss.
I wish I could express how much I want him, how much I ache when we're apart, how much I need him, but I can't say anything. I just surrender. I know he can feel it. I know that's what he wants.
I can't stand it anymore, and I'm afraid I'll start moving in a way that will give away what I'm thinking about, so I get up off the couch and head to another room at the back of the house where my husband and kids won't interrupt me, at least for a few minutes. As I close the door behind me, I lean my back against it and reach between my legs, touching myself. I close my eyes again just in time for my lover to roughly turn me around so I'm facing the door, kick my legs apart, and enter me from behind.
I push back against him, wanting more and more of him. He grabs my hair firmly and pulls my head back so he can whisper in my ear.
"Who do you belong to?" he says.
"You," I reply, knowing there is no other response. I am his.
He fucks me hard. I moan, wanting to come, but knowing I need to wait. He knows I won't come without his permission, and he toys with me - slowing down, changing the rhythm, alternating between shallow fast stroke and deep, hard pounding ones. Finally, I start to shake. I tell myself, "No!" trying to stop it, and then I realize I've said it out loud.
He yanks my hair harder and groans through his teeth as pounds me as hard as he can, "No?!? No?!!!?"
I try to say, "I didn't mean that," but my climax hits hard and it comes out between my moans as something like, "I...didn't....not that....no..."
I hear him whispering to me again, "That's it, Baby, come for me. Let it go."
I'm still shaking as he drives his cock deeply into me a final time and holds it. Then he shudders, too, pushing me up against the door harder.
Neither of us moves or says anything for a long time. He kisses my neck. I purr gratefully with satisfaction.
I finally open my eyes and he's gone. I'm leaning against the door in my sewing room, panting, shaking. My hand is drenched. I think about what he would tell me to do, and I lick my hand, sucking my wetness off my fingers.
After taking a moment to collect myself, I leave the room and go to the bathroom to wash my hands. Then I go back into the living room where my husband and the kids are working on a puzzle. I sit back down on the couch and reach for my Kindle.
I start to read, but my mind begins to drift. My eyes close, and he's here again, taking my Kindle, setting it aside, and reaching for me.......