Monogamous Affair

Monogamous Affair – I wrapped my fingers in his curly brown hair. I was on top of him, skirt hiked up and panties to the side. The lacy fabric was soaked with my wet juices and his cock was buried in my pussy. My knees were stuck to the leather seat of his truck, stilettos clipping the center console and Prada blazer draped over the passenger seat.

My tank top was pulled down around my waist. I was bouncing up and down his shaft, tits bobbing and swaying as my slickness engulfed him. I was moaning with pleasure as he yelled out my name, “Ride me, Ginger! Oh fuck me, baby,” he ordered.

His hands pressed against my double D’s. He squished them together and sucked on my nipples, flicked his tongue across the little peaks and nibbled them with his teeth. I was close, a tsunami of pleasure was flooding my loins and I started moaning. One more flick of his tongue and I went over the edge; my pussy tightened like a vice on his cock. Sweet nectar dripped from my pinkness and his cock flexed. I felt him tense again and the sudden heat of his cum shot through me in spurts as he shook with release.

Time was short, I couldn’t spare another moment because I was already late getting home, “Goodnight Max,” I whispered into his ear before kissing his lips.

“Same time tomorrow, my sweet?” he asked.

“Of course, my love,” I said as I adjusted my clothes and buttoned my blazer.

I hopped out of his truck, fluffed my hair and straightened my skirt before climbing into my car. I flipped the visor mirror down, applied some lip gloss then took my rings from the cup holder and sunk them back onto my finger.

I rolled down the window and waved goodbye, the two carat rock sparkling in the light. He waved back, gold wedding band gleaming in the evening sun, “Until tomorrow,” he said.

I blew him a kiss then sped out of the park to the main road in the opposite direction as him; sex on the sly was the best. I pulled my car into the garage and my husband greeted me at the door, “Hello my sweet you’re running late this evening.”

“Sorry love,” I said as I kissed his lips, “I got caught up in a meeting.” He squeezed me tight to him, “So what do you want for dinner tonight, Max?” I asked.

“Well,” he began as he pulled me closer, “I just had a slice of ginger bread so I could use something a little savory.”

“Mmmm, I think I can manage that,” I purred into his ear while cupping the length of his growing shaft through his pants.

His left hand clamped down on mine, clanking our wedding rings together and pressing my fingers more securely around his growing girth.

“Dinner can wait,” he said in a gravely voice, “To the couch, Wife. Now!”