19 comments/ 41774 views/ 3 favorites When the Cat is Away By: RedMonkeyButt Hi, all! This is my first foray into the Loving Wives category. None of the events in this story actually happen. Any resemblance to something or someone in real life is pure coincidence. Comments are welcome as long as they're constructive. Hope you enjoy! * The flight had taken it's toll on me, and I crashed as soon as I hit the stiff hotel pillow. I didn't have to be awake for another eight hours, so I took advantage of that time in an attempt to get over the worst of the jet lag from the trip. I awoke to a buzzing phone, having forgotten that I had set a wake-up call at the front desk. The bathroom was calling my name when I stumbled out of bed, and I groaned when I saw myself in the mirror. A twelve hour flight and then a horrible hotel bed would not be helping me make impressions on the business CEOs at the conference. I took care of business and showered, then dried my hair and ran my straightening iron over it. With my makeup done and a new pantsuit on, I headed down to the desk to see about getting a ride to the conference. Unaccustomed to the procedures, I was informed that if I wished to have a car waiting for me I should have called down to make the arrangements, and that the wait now would be a half an hour before I could get a car. I slumped onto one of the seats and wondered if it would hurt me at the conference if I showed up not-so-fashionably late. A man walked over to where I was sitting and took the seat next to me. He cleared his throat until I looked up at him from my phone and said, "Hi. I'm Dax, and I couldn't help but overhear your scolding at the desk." I could feel my face burning as I smiled and took the hand he offered. His accent placed him from somewhere in the northern States, and I almost didn't reply. My Texas drawl always gets worse when I'm confronted with a northerner's own. "I'm Sarah. Yeah," I glared at the desk. "It'll be a miracle if I make it to my conference on time." "We may be going to the same place," he smiled a bit as I talked and slowed the pace of his own speech. I hated when people did that, but this man was making my body warm in ways it hadn't in quite some time, so I said nothing and let him continue. "The Linker Conference?" "Yes. Are you a presenter or just a listener like me?" "Oh, I'm a listener. What I'm getting at though is that you can ride with me if you'd like. My car should be arriving in any minute." Just then, the lady from the front desk who had been so cold toward me walked up to him and bent down, making sure to show him her ample cleavage, and informed him that his car had arrived. He looked at me and shrugged. "I'd love to ride with you, Dax," his name rolled off my tongue and something in me snapped. I grabbed my purse from the seat and told the woman I wouldn't be needing my car and followed him out into the grey morning. The car was like any cab in America, I'd imagine, except I hadn't been in any cabs in America. I took my wedding band off and stuck in a pocket of my purse as Dax got in the car ahead of me. The back seat was small and Dax had to sit at an angle to keep his knees from hitting the back of the front seat, putting them right up against my thighs. He smiled an apology at me and shrugged again. As I had feared, the conference was boring and my mind kept wandering to the stranger I had ridden with. He had stayed near me for part of the conference, but then we were able to walk around and meet the other business owners and we had drifted apart in the crowd. From what I could tell he was interested in the automotive aspects of the conference where I was looking into the tech side of things. Our respective interests lay at opposite ends of the building, so I didn't see him until it was time to leave for the day. I was standing outside looking at a brochure of the local area when I felt a light touch on my elbow. "Would you like to have a late lunch?" "I would love to, except it's more like breakfast for me since I haven't eaten yet." He smiled and took the brochure from me, suggesting a small bar that served food not far from where the conference was held. As we walked, he kept up a light banter about the weather and what we both did for a living. He was single and looking, and I said I was single, too, though I wasn't sure why. Maybe it was because I was out of the country without my husband, or maybe it was because I hadn't had sex with my husband in almost a year that set it off. I didn't know, and in that moment I didn't care. This stranger was good looking and he was nice, only one of which my husband had been lately. The food was good and hot, and after we were finished he ordered a beer and I ordered wine and we talked about everything and nothing. It wasn't what I would call romantic, more like two strangers in a strange land trying to make sense of things. I was much drunker than I should have been when we finally got up to leave and he hailed a cab. Remembering the scene from the hotel earlier, I thought maybe I should just walk out and try to hail one the next day. Dax had to help me in the cab and I could swear I heard the driver sigh as he pulled away from the curb. "You have very nice legs," the compliment caught me a little off guard, but I smiled all the same. Yes, it was nice to have a man compliment me every now and then. His hand on my knee made things twist low in my stomach and I gasped. His smile told me he knew exactly what he was doing to me. After what I thought was a hilarious drunken showdown with the cab driver in which he insulted all Americans as ignorant bastards, we made our way into the hotel lobby and finally the elevator. As soon as the doors slid shut his hands and mouth were on me, and even through the alcoholic haze I could feel his desire for me. I reached out and hit the button for my floor and turned into his arms, kissing him and letting myself be kissed. We reached my floor and I felt around in my purse for the key card as he held onto my hips and continued to kiss my neck while we walked. It took three fumbling tries before I managed to open the door, but it finally swung into the room and I turned into Dax's advance. He reached to undo the buttons on my jacket and then pushed it off my shoulders. With a path cleared he licked, kissed, and nibbled down my neck to where it connected with my shoulder and continued to my collarbone as he unbuttoned my shirt and pulled it loose from the waistband of my pants. I moaned and held onto his arms as his hands found my breasts and massaged them through the plain nude bra. He stood and caught my mouth with his again as his hands slid slowly around my ribs to unhook my bra. His touch was light as his hands returned to my breasts and slid the bra up and released them to his fingers. My nipples were swollen and aching to be played with and I cried out when he rolled both of them. I pulled my blouse off and let it fall to the floor with the ugly bra and then reached to remove his tie which had come loose at some point when we were drinking. My fingers fumbled at his shirt buttons and I groaned when I found myself blocked from his skin by an undershirt. He chuckled and pulled both shirts off and then pulled my hips to him and I tilted my head back for another long kiss as my hands ran down his abs to his belt. I stepped back farther into the room and pulled him along with my fingers hooked into the waist of his pants. Getting the hint he pushed me toward the bed and I sat when it hit the back of my knees. Dax watched me with heat in his eyes as he pulled his belt from its loops and started to unbutton his pants. I smiled and reached out to pull the zipper down and gasped when his erection sprang free almost as soon as the pants were loosened. Reaching out I slid his pants down farther so I could see all of him. His chest was scattered with a light dusting of dark hair that gathered in a line beneath his navel and led to a trimmed but curling nest around his penis. The veins stood out against his velvety skin and the head was shiny with pre-ejaculate. I bent my head down and ran my tongue lightly over the head of him, loving the salty taste and the softness that belied the rock hard shaft that I wrapped my hand around. He tangled his hands in my hair but didn't make any move to push me down on him. Taking my time, I continued to lick the head and then made my way down his shaft, enjoying the small noises he made and the slight pain as his hands fisted in my hair when I moved up and sucked his head into my mouth. I swirled my tongue over him and sucked gently as my hand slid up and down his shaft. His balls filled my other hand and I massaged them gently as I pushed my mouth further down his cock. He filled my mouth and there was no way I was going to be able to take all of his length without choking, but I gave it a good try before I pulled back up to the tip. I looked up to see his head thrown back and it made me moan as I continued to suck and lick his throbbing meat. His hips started to flex and shove more of his length into my mouth when he suddenly pulled me up and tossed me onto the bed. "You can't have all the fun, baby," he bent to take a nipple into his mouth and I arched against him as he gently bit down, making me cry out. I was gasping when he started to kiss his way down my stomach and nibbled along the waistband of my slacks. He pushed my hands away when I tried to reach down to unhook the little slide button of the pants and his fingers tickled a little as he did it himself and pulled them down my legs. My thong was still on and he sat back on his heels and looked at me before bending down to kiss my thighs. It had been a long time since I had seen that look in a man's eyes, and I arched my hips off the bed as I opened my legs wide for him. I grabbed the headboard as he ran his teeth over the fabric of the thong right over my hairless slit before moving back to my thighs. He held my hips still as he moved between my legs, making me moan and writhe and he hadn't even really touched me yet. I could feel his tongue, hot and wet, moving over the thin material as he tasted the dampness that had soaked through it long ago. Finally, he moved the string of the thong out of my ass crack and ran his tongue between my cheeks as I moaned and tried to thrust my hips against his mouth. His fingers moved where his tongue had just vacated and I gasped, "Please, just touch me!" He chuckled and then bit down a little harder than before on my thigh as he started to slide the thong down my legs. His touch tickled along my calves and I shivered as I writhed, finally free of his hands to move and flex my hips. With something near a growl he slid back up between my thighs and blew his hot breath over my mound and watched me arch toward him. I looked down to see his tongue sliding out between his lips to flick almost shyly against my labia and I reached down to hold onto his head. His hair was silky soft against my palms as he took the encouragement and pushed his tongue between my lower lips and found the sensitive bundle of nerves. "Oh, fuck yes!" I arched my hips against him as he sucked and kissed my mound and failed to be as gentle as he had been when I was sucking him, pulling his head against me as I cried out. I could feel my vagina clenching as his tongue worked over me, sending jolts of electricity up my spine as it dipped into my hole and then ran up the length of my slit. It was enough to start the pressure of a small orgasm building, but not enough to push me over that silver edge into oblivion. He nipped at my swollen outer lips before lifting my hips off the bed and running his tongue over my asshole and crack before moving back to where I wanted him. This time he ran a lone finger over my pussy and watched my reaction. When I started to relax, he kept moving his finger over me in slow circuits until I was lying on the bed looking at him. He smiled and then shoved the finger into my opening with enough force to make me arch and cry out, grabbing at the headboard to keep the room from tilting too much. "Oh, you're so tight. That's right, baby, ride my finger," his quiet words were almost lost on me as I moved my hips and took his finger into me to the knuckle. He bent his head down and sucked my clit into his mouth as he pushed another finger into my hole. "You like that, baby?" He moved his mouth away from me and pumped his fingers in me so vigorously that my breasts shook and I moaned as I clenched around him. Then he slowed and moved his fingers inside me, twisting his wrist so he could reach my clit with the pad of his thumb. Just as I was about to come, he pulled his hand away from me and rubbed my thigh. "Not yet, baby," he bent and kissed my mound over my clit, making me writhe on the bed before he slid his body along mine and captured a nipple in his mouth. I held his head against me and watched as he drew my nipple away from my body before releasing it and nibbling at the other one. He abused my breasts, massaging and slapping them, as I ground my pussy against his thigh. I moaned as he moved farther up my body and set his cock between my breasts. He moved my hands to squeeze my breasts over his member as he began to shove himself between them. I sucked the head of him as he reached the end of each thrust, and he reached down to hold my head with one hand and pinch my nipples with the other. "You want that cock, baby?" "Yes." The head was bumping my chin again and I sucked it hungrily, licking the pre-cum as it dripped out of him onto my chest. "Tell me you want to suck that cock." "I want to suck your cock, Dax. I want you to fuck my mouth." He pulled himself away from my breasts and held his dick by my mouth, smearing the saliva and pre-cum over my cheeks and chin. I opened my mouth wide and took as much of him as I could. At first he thrust slow into my mouth, letting my lick and suck, but then he put his hands on the headboard and shoved into the back of my mouth hard and fast. The angle was wrong for anything too deep, but he pushed my head back into the pillows with the weight of his body and the force of his thrusts. Then he slowed again and I sucked as hard as I could before running my tongue over the head and flicking it around the hole. My arms were under his thighs and I daringly ran a finger up his ass crack moaning as he shuddered and thrust farther into my mouth. The moan made his head fall back and he pulled out of my mouth, his cock sliding over my cheek and his balls heavy and resting on my chest. After a couple moments, he moved to my side. "Turn over and get on your knees. Put your hands on the wall and open your legs wide." I did as I was told, arching my back to give him a good view of my dripping cunt as I spread my legs as wide as I could. He moved behind me, lifting my hands up the wall so I was stretched out before him. His cock was between my ass cheeks and I could feel it twitching and pulsing. I pushed my hips back against him and he moaned before moving the head down to my opening. The first powerful thrust had me screaming as his dick filled me. He held himself inside me as my pussy contracted around him, reaching around to pinch my nipples almost painfully before he pulled out of me until just the head was inside. Then he shoved himself in again and my head fell down as I savored the sensations zinging through my body that his dick was causing. It had been so long since I'd had a good fuck, and this was better than I remembered it. I could feel myself stretching and expanding around him as he repeated the slow retreat and the forceful assault several more times. He bit my shoulder and slapped my ass, leaving both stinging and I rolled my hips back against him as the tension in my pussy and low in my belly continued to rise. When he touched my hips and slid a hand around to rub my clit, I cried out, "Fuck me, please! Make me come on your cock! Fuck, just... please!" He took my hips in his hands and pounded into me, making my breasts swing and shake. No more teasing and pulling out real slow, no more twisted nipples, he was finally fucking me and I was in ecstasy. His cock rammed into my pussy and his hips slapped into my ass as he continued to finger my clit. The tension that had been building slowly broke over me in waves of pleasure that had me clawing at the wall and screaming into the dark room. When the orgasm finally abated and I was able to slump against the wall, he pulled out of me and turned me around with his cock in his hand. It was glistening with my slick juices, and I took it in my mouth again with a sigh of pleasure. "Fuck, baby, I'm already close." His hands fisted in my hair and I opened my mouth and throat to him. My earlier thoughts of not being able to take all of him in my mouth forgotten, I sucked and licked him until he pulled my head and buried himself in my throat and my lips touched his body. I cupped his balls in my hands, massaging a little less lightly and pinching the tightening skin as he thrust in and out of my mouth. When I felt his scrotum tighten even more, I back my mouth off his cock and sucked the head hard, running my tongue over and under it until the first rope of semen shot into my mouth. I looked up at him, his head thrown back and a long moan escaping his mouth, as I swallowed his come and then sucked his cock back into my mouth a couple times. The head dribbled as he pulled away from me, and I bent to lick it hungrily as we both collapsed onto the bed. Hours later, we woke and lay on the bed and he traced lazy circles over my breasts and down my stomach, making me moan and arch against his hand. With a chuckle he rolled onto me and nuzzled into the crook of my neck, nibbling my shoulder and collarbone and thrusting his erection along my wet slit. "I bet your husband doesn't fuck you like that, does he baby?" The question startled me for a moment before I remember he had to have seen my ring before I slipped it into my purse. "No, never like that, and not at all lately." "Poor baby," he sucked a nipple into his mouth and reached down to massage my mound before sliding a finger into me. "More for me to enjoy then." His capable fingers had me moaning and writhing and dripping wet around them before he pulled them away. I cried out as he bit my nipple a little harder than expected, and then he pulled my knee up and shoved himself into me. "Oh, fuck, I love how tight you are. So wet. Does he make you this wet?" It took me a moment to remember who he was talking about, his slow fucking making me forget everything but the sensations. "He used to. I don't want to think about him now. Just fuck me." We fucked slow and lazy this time, taking our time and enjoying the feel of the others body. He hooked his arms under my knees and sat up a bit, spreading me as wide as he could and looking down to watch himself sliding in and out of me. I arched my back and reached down to rub my fingers in circles around my clit while he watched, his thrusts matching the speed of my fingers. Finally, he held my knees up with one hand and moved my hand away from myself, replacing it with his own and flicking my clit hard with the pads of his fingers. My orgasm hit me by surprise, clenching my pussy around his cock and fisting my hands in the sheets as I cried out. Dax thrust faster and harder as I grew wetter, and slapped his fingers down on my clit as I came, making me scream. Then there was nothing but his dick moving in me as I rode the pleasure, and he released my knees and bent over me, fucking me hard and fast as he worked for his own climax. With a cry, he pulled out and came on my stomach and I sat up and took him in my mouth, swallowing the last streams of his hot load as he thrust between my lips. When we caught our breaths we ordered room service and Dax met the waiter in nothing but a sheet. We discussed the conference, and what would happen when we left. "I'll go home. You'll go home. We'll probably never see each other again." When the Cat is Away Glancing up at the numerous flat screen TVs playing all the games a sports fanatic could wish for, the woman rolled her eyes and looked back down at her book. She hated having to accompany her husband to the country club on game days. None of her girl friends were required by their husbands to join them like she was, so she never had anyone to go off and play tennis with and playing golf by herself was just pathetic in her eyes. Bringing her gaze up to look over at her husband, she nodded at the request for another round of beers and sighed quietly as she marked her place and set her book aside. Standing, she made her way to the bar and asked for another round to be sent to him and his friends. Thanking the bar tender, she decided to take a seat and watch the other club members from her new perch. It never ceased to amaze her how everyone acted so fake with each other; though to be honest it would probably never make sense to her. "What is the point of this place anymore?" An accented voice questioned from the stool to her right. Turning, she was met with the sight of a blue-eyed, scruff-jawed man who stood head and shoulders over the people milling around the club house. "To attempt to one-up each other with how long the stick is that is stuck up their asses." Offering a smile as the man chuckled, his nod of agreement made her smile brighten for a moment. "Besides that, how are you enjoying the club since we last chatted here at the bar?" "The courses are challenging at times but well constructed none-the-less." "And the people? Have you met anyone else that don't have the same condition as most of the ones here today?" "You mean more people like you and I? No, unfortunately." "That's too bad. Well, if you want we can go for a round of golf like last time." "As long as the leash isn't too short like the time before last, sure." Chuckling, she shook her head and turned to the bar tender for a moment and asked for him to tell her husband that she went for a walk if he ever had the notion to ask after her. She doubted that he would even notice her absence but just in case, she wanted it covered. Glancing to the handsome man she still didn't know the name of, the corner of her lips arched up in a half smile as they headed for the door. She didn't even waste a look towards her husband, as long as he got that round of beers, he wouldn't care about where she was or who she was with. Looking down at her as she reached for his arm once they were outside, he felt her hand settle into the crook of his elbow. "I have a feeling you aren't interested in golfing this time." She looked up at him and winked as she waved an employee of the club over to them. Requesting for a golf cart to be brought around, she patted the inside of his forearm gently before speaking. "Your feeling would be correct. Are you interested in golfing?" What kind of question was that? She was a curvaceous little hellcat that knew what she wanted and that was obviously him at that moment in time. "Not one bit." Matching her smile with one of his own, he walked her to the passenger side of the cart when it arrived and went back around to slide behind the wheel. "Where to, this time?" "The sixth hole." There was very little chatter between them, just simple chit-chat to fill the peaceful quiet. When they got to their destination, she directed him to the left where there was a very dense copse of trees that merged into the rest of the forest that acted as a buffer between two of the courses. As he maneuvered the cart through the biggest of the spaces between trunks, when they got as far as they could go, she stopped him with a soft touch to his hand on the wheel. "How did you find this place?" He glanced around them at the small clearing, marveling at how thick the trees were; it almost seemed as if they were in the middle of the forest and not the outskirts of it. He couldn't even see anything of the golf course behind them, let alone anything else. "It's a boring story, maybe I'll tell you later." Sliding closer to him, she cupped the back of his neck and pulled him into a fierce kiss; her nails dragging lightly through his shoulder length mane of hair as he took control of the kiss. Pulling her with him, he slid off the seat and stood to face her, guiding his hips between her thighs smoothly. Wrapping her silky hair around the strength of his hand, he offered her a groan when she dragged his lip between her pearly whites only to soothe the abused flesh with a kiss. Her hands roamed across his large frame, tugging his shirt out of his slacks before moving on to lower the front zipper. The passionate lust was mounting as he pushed the width of his hands up along the outsides of her strong thighs, lifting her skirt up as he went. Devouring her lips like a man possessed, he hooked his fingers under the edge of soft satin and tugged; the sound of rending fabric would have been satisfying if either of them were paying attention but once again they were locked into a battle of wills with their tongues acting as the rapiers. Tossing the ruined garment away, he snatched her to the very edge of the bench seat as her small hands nimbly removed the hard length of his shaft from the confines of his trousers. Marveling at his size for only a moment, she leaned back across the seat just as he brought her legs up to the wide perch of his shoulders. Gripping the base of his cock, he laid it against her slick folds and pressed the tip of it to the entrance of her slit. Pausing as he met her gaze, he slid into her depths slowly and let out a moan as her muscles instantly began clutching at him. Biting her lip, she choked down the cry of initial pleasure that tried to break free and arched her hips up as he sank into her. Reaching out with one hand, she gripped the steering wheel while the other hand wrapped around part of the frame behind her head. As he began to fuck her, she moaned and rolled her hips in time with his thrusts, her toes curling each time he bottomed out within the depths of her body. Fighting the urge to cry out the strength of her pleasure for fear of being discovered, she let out another soft moan and closed her eyes as he laid a hand over her mouth for her. The possibility of getting caught made the sex so much hotter in her opinion; the stakes were high and not exactly in their favor if someone spotted them. She was married to a very jealous man and he, well, if he was married it wouldn't exactly be good for him either. Parting her lips as he pressed two fingers against them, she distracted the need to voice her bliss and suckled at the fingers that tasted of sea water. He must have taken a dip in the ocean pool the club provided for members not long before finding her at the bar. Dragging her teeth lightly across his skin, she mewled around them as he withdrew from her. "Turn around." Two words; that's all it took to get her to do what he wanted. No please, no fuss and no fighting about it, she just slid to her feet and turned to lay her upper body across the seat. Arching her hips higher into the air, she rocked back towards him as he teased her entrance with a sweep of his cock-head. Pouting when he braced a hand against her hip to stop her even though he couldn't see it, she let out a light whimper of need. "Just fuck me you tease." Another swipe of the tip along her slit brought it to her clit and he paused, pressing against the little button of pleasure teasingly. "Are you going to tell me your name this time?" Rolling her eyes, she shrugged one shoulder just a little. "Maybe." "Yes or no, cupcake." He gripped her hip but didn't move at all besides that. "If I say yes... Will you finish what you started?" Tilting her head, she looked back at him over her shoulder just in time to see him nod. "Mya," she paused, waiting for him to share his name in return. "Is that your real name?" Letting an exasperated sigh escape, she nodded and gasped sharply as he slammed his thickness back into her tight sheath. "Yes! Oh fuck, mmm I love that big, fat cock of yours!" Digging her nails into the clothe seat, she rocked up onto her toes and ground her shapely ass back into his hips. Feeling him wrap her ponytail around his hand and tug, the motion brought her head back and forced her back to arch even more than it already was. Finally crying out, she bit her lip as he finally started to fuck her once again. Bracing her hands against the seat, she thrust back to meet his every move, her muscles clenching rhythmically around his shaft each time he pulled from her. Every time he felt those delectable folds milk his thick rod, he had to fight tooth and nail not to blow his load. This was the third time they had snuck away from the club house to fuck on the down-low and he still didn't know why she had withheld her name for so long. Releasing her hair, he brought both hands to her hips to really begin pounding into her. They were both getting close and he knew that but he also knew how much he enjoyed the feel of her exploding to pieces around his cock. Snatching her into each and every thrust, the constant slap of his skin against hers was the only sound louder than their ragged breathing; except for when she moaned in absolute bliss. As her thighs began to quiver and her whole body tensed, he knew that one more thrust would send her over the edge. Wanting to make it the best, he pulled all the way out until barely the tip was left within her scalding folds. Not daring to pause for more than a second, he yanked her back and plunged in with every ounce of his strength. Quickly leaning over her much smaller frame, he cupped a hand over her mouth just as the start of a scream sprang from her lips. Pressing her lips against his skin, she cut the sound off and held her breath, her body spasming as waves of climactic joy crashed through her veins. For a moment, as her breath caught and dissipated into her lungs, it seemed as if she had forgotten to breath; but then, as the loss of his cock dawned on her, a breath was taken and she turned to kneel in the decomposing leaves before him. Laying her hands against the outside of his thighs, she closed her mouth over the head of his shaft and moaned around him as he began to voraciously stroke the remaider of his rod. Tossing her gaze up to his, the second his head tipped back she took his hand away and deep-throated every inch of him. Enjoying the ragged groan of surprise when he began unloading his pleasure into her throat, she kept her eyes trained on his face as he balled a hand in her hair. Letting him slowly begin guiding her mouth off his cock when he was ready, she swept her tongue along his softening length to catch any tiny drop that tried to cling to his flesh. Kissing the sensitive tip as lightly as possible, she smiled when he shivered and stood in front of him once again. "You finally have my name, can I have yours?" "Aleksandr but you can call me Alek." "Any chance we could meet up outside the club one day?" "It depends on our schedules and your husband." "Don't worry about him. How about lunch next Wednesday?" They both grinned at each other. "Wednesday is fine for me." And so the affair truly began and was sealed with a kiss. When the Cat is Away He smiled at that and then set the tray aside and pushed me back on the bed. "We don't have to go back to the conference. I like the idea of insinuating myself into your fantasies." His point was made when he pushed his erection against my hip. "Oh, I think you're the culmination of my fantasies," I turned to him and took his dick into my hand and squeezed it, enjoying the heated look that came over his face at the pressure. "You knew I was married, but you didn't say anything when I told you I was single." "I saw you take your ring off. Saying you were single was my signal that you wanted it. Your husband doesn't know what he's missing." "Oh, he knows. He just chooses to miss it." I pushed him onto his back and started to kiss and lick my way down his body. "Your husband is a stupid fuck, then, if he doesn't use you like you need." He put his arms behind his head and looked down at me as I ran my tongue in circles around his nipple before biting him gently and smiling at his moan as he closed his eyes. "Yep, definitely a stupid fuck." "No more talking about husbands. I want to enjoy your body while I can." He twitched an eyebrow but relaxed against the pillows as I worked my way down to what I really wanted. His body was a wonderland of textures - from the coarse hair on his chest to the hardness of his abs and the smoothness of the skin that stretched over his hips. I enjoyed all of it as he moaned and gasped softly when I bit him on the point of his hip, making his penis jerk and a drop of pre-cum run over the silky skin of the head. It had been entirely too long since I had had a man let me explore his body, and I was damned if I wasn't going to enjoy it. His thighs were hard under my mouth and hands, and I discovered that he was ticklish behind his knees and on the tops of his feet. By the time I had worked my way back up his legs to his hips, I was dripping wet. Oh yes, I was going to enjoy this to the fullest while I could before I had to go back to a cold home. "Fuck, baby, that is so sexy," he sighed as I flicked my tongue over his head, but that's all I did. I turned around and showed him my wetness, and he growled before pulling me roughly over him. My thighs pressed against his shoulders as he reached around and spread my ass cheeks before burying his face in my mound. I arched my back before returning to my study of his body. His dick was dripping a thin stream of pre-cum, and I used my fingers to spread it over the head of him and licked it off his stomach before he plunged his tongue into me. I gasped and then tried to turn my attention back to the meat in front of me, but he was making it difficult. Lowering my head, I did my best to make it difficult for him to concentrate as well. When I sucked his head between my lips and ran my teeth over the velvety skin, he arched his back and his mouth left me smiling around him. I took him into my mouth inch by inch, running my teeth along the big vein on the bottom of his dick and enjoying the fact that he had left me to do my exploring. When I had buried my nose in his nest of hair around his balls, I pulled my mouth off of him and kept up the light touch of my teeth. When I had returned to his head it was his turn to break my concentration. He sucked my clit and bit it lightly, making me cry out into his thigh and dig my nails into his ass cheeks. His hands spread me wide open and he tongued my opening before returning to my clit. I bit into his upper thigh as he sucked and licked my clit, and then pulled my vagina open with two fingers before burying his tongue in me again. I grabbed his cock next to my cheek and squeezed as I cried out. His tongue slid out of me and flicked over my labia as if in challenge to see if I could do better. He thrust toward my mouth as I took his head into my mouth again. I was a little more aggressive with my teeth this time and was rewarded with his hands squeezing my ass and thighs. Concentrating on the strawberry head of his cock, I nibbled and licked and then sucked as I bit down until he cried out and slapped my ass to get me to stop. "Much more of that, baby, and you'll have me shooting my load before I want to." "That was the point." I repeated the process and ran my hands up and down his shaft, slick with my saliva. My hands squeezed as hard as they could while my mouth stayed on his head. I could taste the salt of his semen and felt his cock jerk in my hands as he started nibbling on my clit and lips again. "Fuck," I shoved my mouth down his shaft and squeezed his balls as he started to finger my hole. My hips thrust back over his mouth and onto his fingers and I bit down on his dick and moaned around him. I clenched my pussy around his fingers and dug my nails into his thighs as I felt his dick jump in mouth and the first stream of his load shot down my throat as I came, my juices squirting around his fingers. I let him fall out of my mouth and shoot on my chin so I wouldn't hurt him as my orgasm rolled over my body and I screamed into his thigh and jerked him in my hands. He fingered me so hard that his knuckles hit my ass hard enough to make it shake as he nibbled my clit and drug my orgasm out as long as I could stand it. Finally, I had to shove my body down his to pull myself away from his mouth as my pussy clenched and made me shiver as the sensations shot through my body like jolts. He slapped my ass as his dick twitched against my breasts, massaging the handprint that had to be there away as I slid off him. "Fuck, baby, I may have to find you when we get back to the states," he joked as we both fell asleep again. *** I walked through the front door of the house and wasn't surprised to find it empty. John was probably at his friends catching something on fire. There was a note on the fridge as I opened it to find something to drink. "Hey darling, I went out of town on an emergency business trip. You probably just missed me but I couldn't get a hold of you on your cell to tell you I had to leave. I'll be in Chicago for the week and will be back sometime Saturday. John"