[m4f] Shit! he’s home!

Your husband wasn’t going to be home until after midnight. His flight didn’t land until 10:30.

When he arrived home just before nine, his pace quickened almost immediately upon exiting the car. Propelled by what sounded like muffled screams coming from inside the house, he hurried to the door, grabbing for his keys.

Once he opened the front door, the muffle of the screams lifted and everything changed. A mix of shouted vulgarities filed the house. Then he heard it - “Jesus! Fuck! Harder! Fuuuuck me!”

He heard you, screaming, mixed with a man’s voice uttering strings of vulgarities he wasn’t even sure were words.

Walking slowly up the stairs, already devastated, he prepared himself.

You and I had been fucking passionately for hours. You rode me like a starved animal. It was unimaginable, the feeling of your thighs grinding across mine, dropping on my cock.

He missed the earlier display bent over the kitchen table, but a close look would reveal your hand prints on the wall.

When he walks into his/your bedroom he sees us, bodies intertwined. Our naked bodies moving rhythmically together at an astonishing speed.

This was not conventional sex, it was a masters class in fucking. The mix of passion and lust that rises deep from the mind.

Our bodies flush, sweaty. What happens next? Start right away.

I’m Brian. 6-3 with a small tattoo on my upper right arm. Wavy, blondish brown hair with a averageish body.