Her gray-blue eyes were misting with happiness as she rode me. When she broke the kiss, she moved her lips to my ear and licked my lobe, and whispered... Thank you for rescuing me, Master. Always, I moaned. Youre one of my sluts. And no one messes with my women. I love you, Master. I smiled and realized that I loved her too, that I loved all my sluts. It wasnt the heart-achingly pure love I felt for Mary, but it was love just the same. I licked at her lobe and whispered, I love you too, slut! I. I sucked gently on her lower lip. She started to respond albeit tentatively. Little by little, she took to kissing and we started to suck on each other's tongue as I stroked her back with my hands. When I started feeling up her ass, she melted in my arms. I ground my bulge gently into her crotch as she pressed her abundant tits into my chest."Let's sit down and kiss some more," I offered, breaking the kiss. She accepted.We sat on the edge of the bed, me on the left. We resumed kissing. While. .." "It's fine I said save it! We should get going." The cab ride back is silent, awkward, and painful. I want to say something to make him feel better but I can't think of anything. So I say nothing. That night I can't sleep. I'm thinking about Zaid and how much I hurt him. Why was I so quick to turn him down? He really is a wonderful guy. Handsome too- about six feet, with tan skin, and dark eyes with lashes any girl would kill for. He has such a kind face. I can't believe I could hurt. Wet with desire. I whipped my mouth. I was dumbstruck. “A homo’s wife? Oh boy, this could be a long term affair not a one night stand,” I thought. I brought out a towel for her. “You and me are sweating and smelling. Go take a nice bath I will follow you. The bathroom is over there”, I said. She got up and ambled over to the bath, swinging her round ass, and closed the door. I was a lucky bastard, holed up with a sex-starved beautiful married babe who had a gay husband stuck to her. 30 minutes.