I was still seething about the close call when you came over to my house that night, although I have to admit that when I look back on it, my cock stirs and twitches against my will. The sex had been fucking hot. And my wife walking in with the kids just as you crawled out the window…FUCK. What a rush.But yeah, I was angry. AM angry. You could have fucked up my marriage, my job – after all, you don’t think my wife would’ve told the company that I was nailing the fucking intern, for god’s sake? – my life right then and there…And so I cooked up a plan. You wanted risk and danger? Fine. The episode at the strip club had showed me that what got ME bothered was owning you in public, so it was going to happen again. And I found just the thing…
Author: suburbanpervert
I told you NEVER to come here!
It was one of those steamy, humid, sultry summer nights. Even with the sun down and the first hint of a breeze, the air was just electric and torrid, an omen of what was to come.
You’d been feeling it all day; that potent mix of playfulness and sheer lust. You’d tried to get yourself off while imagining my gorgeous cock, but it had only left you frustrated and with an ache between your legs that you couldn’t seem to relieve. All day at work you’d been distracted, fantasizing. People had noticed and you’d gone home early. But your apartment seemed small and confining, and no amount of AC could cool you down. There was only one thing for it.
You parked a couple of blocks away, but that still didn’t prevent the butterflies in your stomach as you walked towards my house. What if somebody sees me, you thought? This was definitely against the explicit instructions I had given you. But you couldn’t wait, not this time. Like a thief you stole around the side of my attractive mid-century modern house and slipped behind the tall hedges that surrounded our pool. Here, you were finally safe.
Showing you to the public
By now, of course, I’m completely addicted to you. You seduced me weeks ago after you started interning at my office, and although at first I was wracked with guilt at the thought of my loving wife and children discovering my secret side-slut, I’ve come to see that you have no interest in that side of my life…you just WANT to be the wanton object of all of my lust and depravity. The perfect epitome of what I need to get the release of the dark, animalistic desires inside my screaming brain. Knowing that you won’t expose me, I search for outlets that would rekindle that sense of danger that heightens the pleasure.
And so I’d long wanted to make this fantasy a reality…and I knew that you, being the freaky little fucktoy that you are, would be up for it. I called you on the burner phones we kept just for our illicit affair and left a message.