That’s just me, Ms Altruism, always thinking of others, benevolent to a fault. After all, isn’t that what a great relationship is all about, comp...omise? Seriously, Jesse had the stamina of a teenager and the technique of a Tantric master that night. I came so many times I think I passed out. I vaguely remember saying to myself, “Damn, I’m going to have to sleep in the wet spot because I am going to soak the sheets from cumming so many times.” I also vaguely remember him pulling out and. "No why?" I reply. A few minutes later my phone goes off. "Would you be up for some fun later?" appears on my screen. I know what that means. It's code for can I get some later. "Yea" I text him back. "Be ready when I get there." He replies. "Ok see you in a bit." I text back. I get up from the steps and walk in to the house. I take a shower and get dressed. I don't bother with makeup, cause I know I'll just sweat it off. After I dress I take my phone and go back outside to sit on the steps to. In order to stop it, and it must be stopped because that kind of naked vulnerability cannot be borne without love, you either got to fuck or make small talk. I rolled down my window. I closed my eyes and found then lit a cigarette in the darkness I’d made. I breathed out the smoke. ‘That was nice,’ I said to the night sky. ‘You liked it?’ She said. ‘Yeah, A lot.’ ‘Later then, you got to fuck me.’ That was a question, too. I made a face like when a favorite aunt gives you a sweater for. Then he literally picked me up and tossed me on the bed. He then climbed on top of me and gave me an amazing long kiss. He pulled my tee up and over my arms, straddled me and began rubbing my nipples. He then leaned into me and started sucking them first gentle then a bit harder. He next proceeded to slide down and removed my sweatpants and undies. He immediately began licking and fingering my pussy. Suddenly I had completely forgot of my husband until I was told I was possibly moaning a bit.