I've always been a fan of the male form.

The way they'd roll their eyes back, the way their toes curl, the way their chest rise up and down, the way they look like they're in pain as they groan and moan - Oh, how I love to see a man's body writhe under pleasure.

And perhaps, that's exactly why I agreed to watch this man play with himself.

To stroke his cock as I watched in the dark.

Because I'm a lover of pleasure.

Because pleasure is good.

Giving and receiving; and watching men like him get off.. Watching men like him touch themselves for me.

This was no ordinary man. This man was exceptionally looking. So, when he presented himself before me, completely naked.. my god, did he take my breath away.

Each and every muscle of his chiseled to perfection.

I found myself subconsciously spreading my legs for him. Watching him.

Listening.

Internally begging for more..

God, the way his big hand wrapped around his cock was marvelous.

I couldn't bring myself to look away; slowly circling my clit as I watched and cupping my breast with my other hand as I tried to stay quiet as everyone else slept.

Thoughts of being bent over his sink consumed me.

I wanted him to fuck me right in front of that same mirror he was stroking himself.

In that very moment, his pleasure was all mine.

Mine.

Mine to soak in. Mine to watch. Mine to take..

I could feel the pool between my legs overflowing. Burning with need.

And then my favorite part came.

I plunged my fingers deep inside me as I watched, absolutely fascinated, with the way his sweet nectar spurted out of him - wanting nothing more than to be the one to clean up his mess.

Mine to soak in. Mine to watch. Mine to take..

I wanted to be the one to swallow him up.

This man was godly.

A need in me awoken. I wanted nothing more than to worship his body like a temple and pray to him to fuck me.

But he wasn't here.

And I wasn't there.

So, as the camera came to a stop, my need intensified.

God, my body ached for his touch..

So as I crawled back into bed, I slowly straddled my husband as he laid asleep; rubbing myself against his hard chest, my smooth olive legs a contrast against his white skin - I wanted him.

And by him, I mean the man I just finished watching play with himself on camera for me.

So l pulled his cock out and I began to rub my wet self against him.

Staining him with my lust and desire.

My hips with a mind of their own, swayed back and fourth in a glorious manner - riding him. Feeling him getting harder under me as he moaned and began to wake up.

"Fuck baby, I love it when you wake me up like this."

But I didn't want to talk. No, I wanted to fuck.

I needed him to put the heat between my legs out. And talking wouldn’t do anything but remind me of what I’m missing: him.

I wanted him to fuck him out of my system. No, I needed him to fuck him out of my system.

I wanted his cock deep inside me as I closed my eyes and thought of another man’s cock.

Imagining it was him inside me and not my husband..

So, just like the previous scene had played out for me - I got us up and guided him to the bathroom.

Standing right in front of the mirror, I grabbed his hand and trailed it down my body. I watched him watch me, look at me, take me all in, and I felt him touch me. His hands on me suddenly feeling cold against the small embers all over me.

"I want you to make me watch myself get fucked by you, here. In front of this mirror," | whispered to him.

He obliged.

His hand roughly gripped the back of my head, my hair entangled between his fingers, then he bent me over the sink with my ass up and my legs wide - his cock entering me without a warning.

Fucking me.

I felt dirty getting fucked by him as I thought of another man's cock.

But I couldn't help it. My pleasure belonged to another man as of tonight.

And just as I was close to cumming, I closed my eyes - once again thinking back to the moment where a hot stranger played with his cock for me.

I brought two of my husband’s fingers down my throat, sucking them as I watched him fuck me. Feeling even more filthy than I already was.

I wanted him to see what I was seeing: a filthy little whore.

My legs began giving out, trembling in response as his cock invaded my soft young flesh; my climax was his. Just like his had been mine tonight.

And with one final thrust, I came. His warm cum filled me up right after; a cold reminder of my reality. A reminder that I was his and not another man's.

I collapsed against his chest and with one last glance at the mirror and cum dripping out of me, my mind once again raced back to the hot stranger who had played with his cock for me.