A boa constrictor couldn't have pulled any tighter. I could feel the desperation, the need to be close, to be comforted. The floodgates opened. She sh...ok as the tears came out, accompanied by sobs. The kind that are so desperate that they don't come out as one sound but are broken up as if the person is trying to hyperventilate at the same time. I sat there holding her, cradling her head, letting her get it out.I saw the front door open and John step out. There's a streetlight across the street. Her beautiful smile and twinkling eyes erased all my anger, and I returned the smile. “So, today I need you to… darn it, where is my list…” she said. My eyes automatically checked out her whole body. Brown work boots, short light blue jean shorts, and a plain light grey hooded sweatshirt with the sleeves rolled up. Her medium length black hair accentuated her tanned face and emerald green eyes. Her notebook dropped out of her back pocket behind her. “Damn,” she whispered, and bent down to grab. "It never hurts to go that extra mile for something that is worthwhile." Alicia rolled him on his back and sucked him between her lips. He was soon fully engorged once more. When his love let him escape her warm mouth, Thakkor guided her to her hands and knees and mounted her. He took her hard and fast, the sound of their flesh clashing together making loud slapping noises that could be heard even over her loud gasps and screams of pleasure. He was desensitized, having already reached his peak. Given our open relationship, I told her to go for it. Not to be outdone, I mentioned to her that I think that I'll stop by a fuck buddie's house (Jessica) on the way home to get a "tune up." My wife laughed (as she always does) and told me to go for it as well. This exchange took place around noon.I never did go over to Jessica's house (she was in traffic that day), yet made it back to my house at 5:30 PM. I saw an unfamiliar maroon Chevy pick up truck with the local university parking sticker.