She knelt on the floor and her hands went to the buckle of my belt. Within seconds it was undone.Again her hands worked at the clasp and the fly of my...cargo pants. I felt the rush of blood to my penis. I lifted my pelvis off the bed enough for her to pull the black pants down to my ankles. She saw the bulge growing in my shorts.Tracing the shape of my cock with her fingers for a second then tugged at the material and again I assisted their removal.She eased off both items of clothing while. I won’t need to do that with you though. You already want me, so, so badly!”It was my turn to laugh, “You think so?”“I do, and your cock is talking to me loud and clear from under that pad of paper. I mean look how wet I am.”Melissa opened her legs and my stare went straight to her wet patch. She had already smeared the leather chair where she sat. I could see her pussy lips glistening as the lighting illuminated her sex.“I thought you said that you had knickers on when you came here?”“Oh, god,. Perhaps her husband is giving her a quickie on the sofa. Lucky bugger. I’ve just messaged her to see if she's there, saying sorry for my last text and telling her not to worry. I told her I was joking. Which I am, kind of.I look at my husband to see if he's going to answer the door but he's staying put. I get up from the sofa and tell him to his face that he's a lazy fucker, to which he responds that he's watching the football. What a twat he can be sometimes.I answer the door not knowing who. My hand steadily slid the dildo in and out of my pussy - feeling my muscles clench the toy each time it tried to escape from inside me. It felt good. Not as good as the real thing but definitely a fine alternative when I didn't feel like plucking some stud from my stable or hitting the town for new friends and experiences. I pulled the dildo out and got on all fours on my bed. This position would be more awkward to masturbate in. As I was pondering the logistics, the phone rang. It was.