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Spending a night getting to know your wife’s body in a very intimate way is definitely a great reason to be up

It had been a long and uneventful day. Work was the normal boring drivel, type this, file that; print this, destroy that. After what felt like an eternity, I finally made it down to my car and not a moment to soon. The only thing that got me through the day was her. The images of last night ran through my mind constantly, leaving me with this incredible yearning to be home and wrapped around her inch. And to have that amazing pussy wrapped around my tool, so hot and wet!

When i left this morning, she was still asleep and I’d like to think is was because I was to blame. We spent hours rubbing and molesting each other. We became so familiar with each other, it was as if we became one unified sexual beast. She had no fear in telling me what she wanted, how she wanted it, or how intense she needed it. I guided her hands over my body, showing her the most sensitive and responsive parts of my body. I showed her where to kiss me, where to lick me and took so much pleasure in watching her please me.

By the time I was halfway home, my cock was pressing against my pants so hard it hurt. I throbbed and pulsed with evey second that I was away from her in anticipation for the naughty things I had planned for her tonight.  The excitement got to be too much for me and I had to text her, just so to be sure that she wasn’t a figure of my imagination.

After what seemed to be an eternity, I finally pulled into the garage and got out of the car. As I got out of the car, I realized how intense my craving had become when I looked down and saw a tent that would have made Barnem and Bailey jealous.  I was a little embarassed as I walked in the house, that is until I she came around the corner.  She gave me the once over, taking an extra moment or two staring at the throbbing bulge I had no chance of concealing.  When our eyes eventually met, I could almost taste her excitment. Memories from the night before flooded into my mind. Her taste, the heat that radiated from her thighs, or the feel of her breasts against my chest.

She rushed me, forcing me back against door; her hand working my belt and the zipper to my pants. I couldn’t contain myself any longer either, I pressed my lips against hers, my hands reaching around to her ass, the thin cotton of her dress did nothing to hide the her supple rear.  My hungry mouth roamed her lips and neck with the heated passion of that came from waiting all day to be near her again.  Her hands were roaming inside my pants, caressing my swollen cock, the coolness of her hands against my sensitive head was almost too much to withstand.

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