”“You sure know how to fuck,” Carter said. “I don’t remember ever coming like this.”“But when you experimented, you know, with the dildo... how was it?” Aron asked.The dildo? Ah, that lie.“Definitely not like this,” he replied promptly.“I’m sorry if I’m being nosy, but how come ... you never told me you wanted this?” Aron insisted.“Something up my ass, you mean? I don’t know,” Carter shrugged. “I mean, it only happened after you got married.”Oh, what a tangled web... Oh, shut up. I’m sticking to. Reflectively, I took hold of her waist. I was going to push her away. It didn't happen. The next second my arms were about her body and my hands were grasping her tight scantily clad ass, pulling her up against me. I returned her embrace with wanton abandonment.I couldn't help it. It was her scent that did it to me. As we came together the fragrance of her body wafted up. It filled my nose and in response, I breathed deeply. Her scent was overwhelming. It was a deep musk of desire that was. That she could handle. Or thought she could. The thought of herself naked and helpless, screaming and begging, turned her on. I am so sick, she thought. But there would be marks and bruises she could not hide from Matt. Once he found out what she had been doing, what she had become, he would almost certainly leave her. She loved him and did not want that. But she couldn’t turn the car around. This sex was too much of a rush. Her mind skipped back to two nights ago when Ann’s. Hmmm. Interesting. I turned her around and held her by her shoulders. This wouldnt have anything to do with a little surprise you might have in store for me tomorrow, would it? I asked. Darling, if I told you the truth, you wouldnt get a good nights sleep. Youre like a child on Christmas Eve. She was right. I didnt. I didnt accomplish a damn thing at work on Friday. I had butterflies in my stomach for most of the day. I left a little early (boss prerogative), and made it home by 6:15 after.