Slowly and steadily, I slide in and out, rubbing up and down. The more you move against my hand, the faster I slide in and out of you. Your breathing ...ecause jagged and you are practically panting and gasping at this point. Just a few more strokes and I feel your pussy clamp down on my fingers as your orgasm begins. I stop the motions of my hand and just hold my fingers in place, pressed against your g-spot as you ride the waves of your orgasm. When you finally come down, I slowly slide my. A stolen innocence of 15 seconds or so, captivated my imagination for the next seven years. My obsession about his cock and his desire for me, needed to be answered, I had to confront him, but decided it would be better if I stayed over at his, and slept with him.He was still affectionate with me, when he hugged and kissed my neck, never the cheek, always on the nape, and that is what I always offered him when we embraced. His hug was powerful as he crushed me against his beefy barrel-chest,. “Are you saying you like guys hitting on your wife?” I said with a lecherous smile emblazoned across my face “Hitting on your wife and wanting to fuck her!”My words sent electric sexual impulses direct to my pussy. I squeezed my thighs together knowing my pussy was juicing up with excitement.“Are you telling me this cause you want to fuck him?” Steve quizzed, still grinning from ear to ear “A hot wife like you must get flirted with all of the time?”He was right, I did get more than my fair. The small thumbnail pictures that accompanied some of the adverts were pathetic or lurid or just plain disturbing. I cooked a lonely meal and sat before the TV all evening, I was dreading going to bed. It was late when I eventually climbed the stairs. I got in bed and again watched the red numbers count the passing seconds. I do not remember groping under the bed for that filthy magazine, but here I was at 3:30 still turning the pages. The sheet was wet again. I turned off the light and sleep.