"I cleaned up my room on Saturday morning. I wanted it to look nice for Cheryl. Also mom had been bugging me for two weeks to clean it. I thought that...Cheryl was after sex just like me. Even if she wasn't, I was confident that I could convince her to have sex after I gave her an orgasm or two. It always worked before. My horniness didn't let me stay still. I paced. I went for a bike ride. I shot some baskets out in the driveway. Anticipation was driving me crazy.I called Cheryl as soon as my. The feeling was electrifying all over my dick and pelvis. “Oh my god baby you are so horny. Do you have any idea how wet I am too? I bet you want to feel my pussy right now, don’t you?” That was an understatement. As much as I wanted to fuck her at that moment, though, I could not break free of the absolute dominance her feet had over my senses. I was addicted to them. I hated the scent and taste and thought it was vile and repulsive, but I absolutely loved it at the same time. It was as though. "What the fuck are you doing?"Startled, I turned my head, dropping the basque onto the floor and quickly trying to tuck my hard cock back inside my jeans. I stood there silently, a look of panic on my face as my eyes darted around the room looking for a way out while she stood blocking the only exit to the room."Well, answer me!" she snapped, staring back at me.I mumbled a pathetic whisper of an apology, hoping she would just let me leave, but instead she just continued to stare at me."So what. We rented a small one bedroom apartment not far from my parents place and his parents live in the same suburb so when he is away I have plenty of support as we are saving for a home of our own and we don’t want to outlay big money when we don’t need too. We had been married for about 6 months when Troy got two weeks leave and it was so awesome having him home, we fucked every night and sometimes during the day, I miss his love making so much. I have always been a sexual person and while he is.