"Do you want me to kiss this one better too?" I whisper again. "Yes please sir" Again you feel my lips kissing your tender arse check. My kisses beg...n to work their way up your body. I begin to softly nibble on your neck and ear while my fingers tenderly explore your pussy and inner thighs. You lift your hips slightly to give me access to your clit. I whisper in your ear, "Do you want me to play with your clit?" "Yes," you moan softly. "Ask me then, beg me to play with you." "Please play. That was because I was busy watching a particularly nasty gatecrasher do an amazing amount of damage in a very short space of time. No I wasn’t at mad Aunt Maud’s latest 21st birthday celebration – I’d decided to give that party a miss on account of it being held at the naturist park and my bikini line being more gorillian than Brazilian (that and not having a thing to wear) – No, I was at home facing the demon whose name is spake in whispers only: THE COMPUTER VIRUS. As I sat helpless, it. With no urge to struggle, I watched my husband walk around to the other side of our bed and pull out another scarf, giving my second wrist the same treatment. “Do you still want to be my valentine, love?” “God, yes,” I moaned. I couldn’t help the throaty sound my voice made, my desire was building inside me. The scarves didn’t hold me tight, but offered me a chance to feel helpless and out of control. As my mind swam with emotion, my body swam with lust. I could feel the place between my legs. We never spoke as I felt my pyjama bottoms fall away and my top pushed up high over my breasts, he entered me and I began to orgasm, the build up and tension from last night were too much and my need for a good fuck was too great to stop him taking me there and then.I let him fuck me until I had to sit down feeling dizzy, after numerous orgasms. Later after breakfast I told him I wanted to sleep in his bed and that way we could just be as a couple until my husband came home.My unsuspecting.