What is it about the forbidden, the taboo, the naughty that lights a fire inside us. It makes us feel alive. Fires up that raw passion. Makes my cunt wet and you’re so hard there’s no room for any more growth. The tip is smooth it’s so full, plumb and ready.
It’s one thing to cheat, that’s easy, and tragically common. But imagine inhabiting a place where kinks are a breakfast chat and taboos are foreplay. Where desires are encouraged to be fulfilled. That’s my life x
Sometimes when I’m home alone the phone might ring, ‘you in? Fancy a cuppa?’ They don’t want a cuppa, it’s never a cuppa. I quickly jump in the shower, text hubby to let him know who’s on their way over. His only question, ‘you happy with that?’ That kind of support melts my heart every day.
The door goes, haven’t dried my hair properly. Barely got dressed, fuck, that doesn’t matter. I greet them with a smile, snog and a giant squeeze. So glad you were home, missed you, they say. We lock eyes and miss deeply, wandering hands find hips, hair and bums. Pulling us tight together just before the release.
Tea? Of course.
It’s a work day, a school day. I ask how comes they’re not at work, they said they are. Kinda sorta. Had a meeting that finished early and I knew just how to spend the bonus time.
Oh yeah, I’m a work day booty call now am I? Wouldn’t be the first time you’ve had some fun while hubby was working. Dirty butch! We giggled and found ourselves giving each other that gaze again.
We shouldn’t be here, it’s not the done thing to be having this kind of interactions. I’m married. No matter how ethical it may be, there is a favour of the taboo that makes me wet.
How long have you got, I ask. Honestly, not as long as I’d like, probably 20-30 minutes. I take a sip of my tea and take their hand in mine. Well then best not get you into any trouble with work. I place their hand on my face and take a finger in my mouth. With my hair gently pulled back I feel a shaky kiss on my neck. Just enough pressure to cause shivers over my body, the ha
