He is my husband, my lover, my best friend, and at the risk of sounding a little bit corny, my soul mate!Despite how I felt about him, I had cheated o... Mark a few times since we got married. I'm not sure why. Sex with Mark has always been good. He has a decent sized cock. Not porn star huge or anything, but bigger than average, and he does know how to put it to good use. He keeps me very satisfied in the bedroom, but once in a while I wanted someone different. I was always discreet and I'm. There’s no one home but me tonight and I sit in the darkness re-reading a sex story my friend penned. I’ve lost count of the number I’ve times I’ve read it through. Settling back in the chair I look around, the empty silence outside my little circle of light reminds me that I’m alone, aroused and have hours ’til anyone is expected home. Glancing back at the monitor I smile reliving the highlights of the story just briefly before coming to a decision. Shrinking the story down to the lower half. Passion consumed them and they were meeting each other’s bodies, connected, joined. He felt like a virgin unable to control himself, his arousal. They were making love now, passionate, hot, sweaty love. The muscles in his back, thighs, arms, and butt flexed and he cried out into the night, “Ohhhhhhhh God,” as he experienced his own personal heaven. He collapsed onto her, breathless. “Are you okay?” he asked, genuinely concerned for her well-being. Taisha comforted him with her whispers. I came here a lot when I was growing up. My work had me in town and I’m staying here for three days before I fly to Miami on Tuesday.”“What do you do for work?”“I work for Sport Support.”“I love my Bolts.”“I’m glad. They seem to be talking off and I’m visiting a few of the schools that we supply and sponsor with our products. The Gators, Bulls, Knights, Hurricanes and Seminoles I think are on the schedule before I fly home.”“Those are some big-name schools. I go to UTC and play volleyball.