He was absent on Tuesday, but Wednesday night, when I got home, he was outside my door, waiting in the rain. I had been drinking and was as horny as h...ll. He reached for me and kissed me with a passion I had never felt before. I wanted to melt in his arms, but I pulled away and turned the key, letting us in. As we walked up the stairs, I could feel his eyes on me and knew that he wanted something I wasn’t sure I could give him. Kissing and touching were one thing, but I didn’t want to be his. I sucked Steve's beautiful cock for about ten minutes and then I felt his cock start throbbing and twitching and getting even bigger and harder in my mouth.Then Steve put his hand on the back of my head and started working his hip, pumping his thick hard cock in and out of my mouth. He was fucking my mouth like it was his wife's pussy.When Steve did cum it was even more amazing than I'd hoped. His head swelled up and his cock just started jerking and then I felt the first spurt of hot salty cum. At first it felt strange to be naked, now it felt right. It had become natural, not because he watched her, just because he ordered it. She had offered, so many times she had offered, lain at night thinking of him watching, fingers fast and sticky, thoughts racing, hips bucking, imagining, pretending, laying spent, wishing he would agree, thankful he did not.He sent her books, she read them. He sent her clothes, she wore them. He sent her the box, she opened it. What lay inside was a hand. They return to the table only long enough for them to get their jackets and pay the tab. Because they had been drinking they decided to take a cab to Sherry’s. Once in the cab her hands were all over him undoing his buttons on his shirt and he explored up her nylon covered legs to her most private place where he discovered that she wasn’t wearing any panties and what he thought was nylons were actually garters and stockings. She started to put her hands on his pants to undo them. He.