So after he fucked me in the dark and came all across my back, I haven’t seen him. He’s been away on a work trip, while I’ve been busy looking for and applying to jobs so that I can get the hell out of here. Did I enjoy getting fucked? Of course I did. I missed it and fantasized about fucking him in all the different positions all day. He’s a really handsome dark-haired man, tall with broad shoulders and I know he’s addicted to the gym. So is his wife actually. To those asking, she is better looking than me, fitter and more conventionally attractive. Longer, blonde hair to her shoulders and perky tits and ass, though she’s on the petite side. They make for a very photogenic couple. Why does he still want me? I’m not sure. 

When he came back from his work trip I told him that I would like to talk about the other night. His wife was away running some errands and we were both seated in the living room. There was an L-shaped couch in front of the TV and we both sat at the furthest ends, but facing each other. He looked a bit nervous, like I was going to get him into trouble for that night. Maybe I should have but I am not that kind of girl. His body language gave me a sense of power, like I could steer this dynamic in any way I wanted. 

Some of you wanted to know whether I’m paying rent. I’m not. This is a temporary arrangement before I find some other place to stay. I started off by saying, “So, I know I’m kind of freeloading off of you guys and that’s partially why I didn’t say anything when you came in that night. But I wanted to talk about it. I also knew before moving in that you didn’t want me here so I was hoping we could clear the air.”

He looked even more uncomfortable, shifting in his seat as though he could not find a comfortable spot and said, “Yeah, I’m going to be honest with you. I acted really out of character that night. Let me apologize. And as for staying here, don’t be ridiculous. I am not actually a bad person. I know you’re in a tough spot and you can stay here for as long as you need without worrying about anything. I can behave, I promise.”

This was not what I was expecting and it didn’t really add up so I pressed him to tell me more about his marriage. I asked, “what do you mean by that night was out of character for you? And why didn’t you want me to move in?”

“Well it’s a bit complicated, but I’ll tell you. I don’t want to bitch about my wife but she really had been giving me a tough time. For the majority of our time together our sex drives were compatible, but either I’ve become hornier or she’s become overly obsessive with her million and one hobbies and doesn’t treat sex like the creative and fulfilling outlet that it is for me. I work my ass off so she can do whatever strikes her fancy on any given month of the year, but when I want a release she won’t meet me where I am. She withholds sex from me, rejects my advances and shuts down any suggestions of potentially spicing things up. Don’t get me wrong, it’s not a dead bedroom, we still fuck fairly often. It’s just not enough for me. I’ve tried to do right by her and chosen not to cheat even though I’ve had multiple chances. And then she comes in and tells me that she’s moving in a friend to our spare bedroom? It makes me kind of lose my mind. So please don’t take what you heard personally. Frankly, I was jealous of you. She can be so kind and caring towards different people in her life and so dismissive about my needs. Just because they are sexual in nature, does that make them any less valid? So what I did that night was kind of like a vengeful act. I tried to improve our sex life. She says no. I have chances to get my needs met elsewhere. I say no. And then she goes and brings in another girl to live under my roof as if she doesn’t know how sexually frustrated I already am? So yeah, I wanted to fuck you to get even with her. Either she’s incredibly dense or is offering you up to me willingly, I don’t know. Couldn’t care. But obviously this isn’t just about her and if you want me to leave you alone, I will.”

Hearing him talk about his sexual frustrations and also all the ways he tried to make things better and failed both makes me sad and turns me on. I could feel myself getting wet while he was talking. I shamelessly and boldly part my legs and start touching myself between them, over my black tights, not breaking eye contact with him. 

His eyes widen a bit and he asks, “What are you doing…”

I didn't say anything in reply but continue touching myself, rubbing my clit with more pressure and arching my back in pleasure. I see a stir in his pants and soon he starts touching himself over his trousers. We both started pleasuring ourselves while staring deeply into each others eyes. 

After a few minutes of this he says gruffly “come here” patting the seat next to him. I walk over and he tucks me under his arm, while we exchange - his hand now finds my clit and mine his cock. The feeling of his hardness makes me so excited and heavy with want. We strip each other naked. He is sitting on the lengthy portion of the L-shaped couch and with his strong arms, deftly lifts my hips above his while we half lie on top of each other, resting against the back of the couch. He guides his pre-cum dripping cock into my slippery pussy. I keep massaging his balls while he does the same to my clit. He has one hand permanently cupped around my breast as he thrusts upwards into me and I bounce up and down to match his rhythm. He periodically turns his face towards me and kisses me softly, sometimes with more pressure and tongue. In the moments we make eye contact, an inexplicable thrill rushes through me. It doesn’t take us long for us both to climax