Sometimes he called you his muse, sometimes his angel, and sometimes even sweetheart. He was such a sweetie. You knew he was older, maybe mid-sixtie.... He was married, and sometimes seemed to feel guilty about how attracted to you he felt. He was some sort of engineer, or scientist, and he taught at a university. And you liked that he frequently seemed more bashful than most of your fans. He almost never used vulgarity when writing, although some of his stories had you being a complete. I tried to call back but all I got was the engaged tone. I poured myself a drink. That dizzy, uncertain feeling was returning. I wanted to dash back home but the tone of his voice, telling me to work late prevented me. Now I need to make it clear that I am by no means a weak or submissive person and in my cuckold fantasies I’m certainly not the type kneeling in front of my girlfriend and her new lover, while licking his sperm from her body. However, I now found myself feeling completely. " he finishes softly looking in her eyes. He sees love in them looking back at him, as well as something else. Understanding. He lifts a hand holding it against the side of her face. "I love you" And I love you" she responds in a far away voice as she searches her memory, seeing the whole scene play out in her head. Some of the things he'd said registering within her. Daniel. Twins. Hetero-sexual men having families. But, the house and his description of it sending chills up and down her spine.. " I obliged her while slowly thrusting in and out watching her pussy take my pole encased in the lubed up XL magnum condom. I was compelled how hard her cock was while it dripped precum and waving back and forth. I watched her moan gracefully absorbing my phat cock deep inside. Now, perhaps it was the thickness of her round booty and soft B-cup breast by hormones. Or the well kept French tipped nails and toes that she wore so well. But .. I was about to explode. Little did I know, so was she..