The nights he had lied awake in the thinking of all the things he would do to her when he returned home and what he may get in return. Unable to touch...himself to relieve his body from the torture of being without his wife. Thinking of her warm wet pussy sliding up and down his cock, bringing him closer and closer to erupting inside her body. Although he could never pleasure himself in the communal dorm, he often woke up and had to sneak around to change his sheets before the other lads woke up.. As quickly as I could, I yelled after her, “Oh sure, promises, promises!” The door closed and I heard her car start up. I stood by the kitchen window and pulled the t-shirt over my head, turning away, hoping that she’d seen I wasn’t kidding. In less than a minute, I was nude at my PC reviewing her getting dressed. Another hard-on, another shot of cum. Later that night, I flipped on the camera from her room and saw that she was on her back, naked, one hand squeezing right breast, the over moving. So I turned the water to cold, stood under it for a moment, then hopped out and slipped into our bedroom to get my nighty.I had brought three nighty’s with me, one was long and practical, one was long and sexy, the other was short and sexy, not what I wore to bed at home these days. But that was the one I put on, without even thinking. I then realized if I was going to go back next door and say goodnight, I needed some knickers on, as the nighty was way too short. I had half a dozen with me,. " That's okay," she replied, kissing me again. "If you feel the urge to cum, just pull out." With that in mind, I slid my cock into her. It was unlike any pussy I had felt. So wet, so hot, so wrong. I watched as her tits bounced up and down with every thrust. I saw the look on her face and felt her hand squeeze my shoulder as she orgasmed. She knew it was just as wrong as I did, and she loved it just as much.With every thrust, I resisted the urge to cum. I was afraid of cumming in her.