Filthy, Dirty Desires
I’m in a haze of lust, the pleasure so good, I can’t think about anything else but it.
Not even how this could end both my career and my marriage.
Sweat breaks out on Stanley’s head when he can’t seem to get his cock to go further. “You’re so fucking tight,” he hisses, pulling out while my intimate muscles cling to him. “Mr Crawford must have a pretty small dick huh?”
I flush at that and look away because he’s right. Damn it, but he’s right.
Sex with me and my husband had gotten progressively worse over time until we barely even had it anymore. When we do have sex, soon as he cums, he’s tossing away the condom and going straight to bed without bothering to get me off.