Steven and I had a rare opportunity this morning. He had a free morning, and I was able to go into work late. No kids at home this morning, no husband either. He agreed to come see me for a couple of hours.
He had been here before, briefly, the last time being 5 days after I had major surgery 2 months ago...I was loaded on pain pills and insisted that he stick his cock in my mouth. NEVER UNDERESTIMATE THE HEALING POWERS OF YOUR MAN'S COCK IN YOUR MOUTH. Seriously. Amazing.
So, he came over this morning...I had ran to the store to get a few breakfast things. We hung out, ate, chatted, etc. At some point he asked for the "official tour" (was this smooth or what?) and we went upstairs. We were in my room, both a little apprehensive for various reasons. I knew that being there was lower risk than most places...there was NO WAY my husband could come home, and my neighbors are all really low key and we all mind our own business. It is still weird though, I mean, really, that is the ultimate slap in the face for the one being cheated on. It didn't phase me though, my husband has had his chance(s) to make things right with me, and has chosen not to. So there.
We were laying on my bed, kissing, cuddling. I told Steve I wanted to suck on him, and he was nice and let me. All of a sudden he demanded that I get naked, and I did. Meanwhile, he had to take a work call, and being the brat that I am, I decided that my tongue needed some more time on his cock...and balls...and ass...and inner thighs...mmmmm...
He wrapped up his call, and got on top of me, getting me off virtually in seconds. He has that effect on me...and it is more than feeling him inside of me. Obviously that pushes me over the edge, but it is the whole EXPERIENCE. Looking at him. Smelling him. Kissing him. I get into this place with him where it is so carnal, so deep. And what SHOCKS the hell out of me is that I am someone that struggles to shut down. Struggles to think of just one thing at a time. I am someone that is always doing, thinking, and multitasking. Yet, when I am with Steven, particularly in bed, I am able to shut down all of that. Without a conscious effort. It just happens. He allows me a freedom from my own mind that I have never known.
After a few orgasms, one that was particularly intense, he wanted me to turn around. Instinctively, I turned at angle that I would have turned with the person that I am *normally* in that bed with.
Steven had me move, and I saw why. My headboard has a mirror. And I have had that headboard for almost 13 years. And in 13 years, NEVER has my husband (or myself for that matter) utilized that headboard for visual purposes while having sex.
WHAT THE HELL!!!??? This shows you where the sex in my marriage has been!
It was HOT. I could watch Steven's face. Watch him slapping my ass. Watch him moving in and out of me. Watch US. And then I told him I wanted to watch him cum on my back. I LOVE HOW THIS FEELS.
I lifted my ass a little higher and dropped my upper body so I could get the full on view. I watched Steven's face as he neared orgasm...and when he did, he pulled out and I felt his hot cum shoot all over my back WHILE I WATCHED.
It was AMAZING...and I loved the feeling!
Never again will I look at that mirror the same. I love how Steven's mind thinks!
Man, thinking about my cum covered back is making me horny...where is that hot man when I need him? Oh yeah. With his family. Ahhh...the joys of the double lives that we lead.
