We had a little ritual that a day or two before a date with a lover, my husband was not allowed to have sex with me. I would tell him that my pussy be...onged to my lover, I wanted to be clean, and he would have to wait his turn. It would drive my husband crazy with lust and I enjoyed the torture.Truth is, I hate condoms. If I'm making love with another man, I want him to finish inside of me. On a primal level, he's not dominating me and using my purpose as a woman unless he has left his seed in. My hands shook, and it seemed as if I was always short of breath. My stomach was in a knot. I kept asking myself if I really was going to go to Josh's house that night. Maybe I could go another night? I didn't have to go, did I? That's it!! I didn't have to go at all. But... my pussy was in control, it tensed at the slightest thought; remembering his tongue burying itself inside, and that cock, so heavy and thick, and... Shit! When I saw it it wasn't even completely erect. I almost lost my. An enveloping darkness fastened shut the lids of my eyes, heavy with the black of pre-dawn. Something had stirred me. I lay listening, straining to hear a sound. Nothing. Not a whisper in the trees. Not the mice in the attic. It was the silence of a tomb. Can you imagine that silence? A quiet so complete that your ears bleed from the strain of listening… and your head aches from trying to recall the sound of her voice… and then she whispers. Did she whisper before? ‘Do you dream about me? Tell. He then says helives about 2 blocks away and would I like to come over. Isay yes and get in my car and follow him to his place, ahouse, and pull into his driveway behind him. We go insideand as soon as we get inside he turns on a light and turnsaround and puts his hands all the way around my waist andpulls me up to him and fully kisses me with a firm grip onmy waist.We kiss there, then go to his couch and he says that he'dlove to have me model a little for him, so I stand up, walkaround a.