Fun in the kitchen

After I get cleaned up, I order a pizza for us, using my husband's credit card. For some reason, he insisted on leaving it behind because "we won't need them in the wild!" or whatever. I'm sure he won't mind me using it to feed the man I'm cheating on him with.

I turn on the TV and change it to some action movie. I call John over, and he sits down on the couch and pats his lap. I happily sit on his lap, and he puts his big arms around me.

While watching the movie, he looks over at an end table and sees a one of our family pictures. He grabs it and looks closer at it, and starts to laugh.

"What?" I ask him.

"Seriously?" he asks, pointing to my husband, "You married this?" he says, laughing. "You could do so much better!"

Hearing him say this is rather flattering, and I have to agree with him.

"He didn't always look like that!" I say, lazily trying to defend my husband. "I mean, he used to be thinner." I say, starting to laugh myself.

"So he was always this short then?" he asks, still laughing.

My husband is exactly 4 inches taller than me, standing at 5'6". I was never one of those girls that only wants guys who are tall, but I have always found tall men to be more attractive. Which is probably why I like John and his 6'4" stature.

"Well, I was never one of those girls who cared about height, so it never bothered me." I say.

"I know you prefer tall guys though." he says, still laughing some.

"And how do you know that?" I ask, smiling teasingly at him.

"Well, I managed to fuck you when you came to my house wanting to chew me out for bullying your son. If I was his height, would you have done that?" he asks me.

I probably wouldn't have. There was just something about how much bigger he was than me that just... made me do that. It was his confidence and his stature, that made me give in to his commands.

"Well... no." I say, laughing.

"See1 I told you! You wanted a real man, huh? Someone who could make you feel like a woman again, like your husband never could." he tells me, reaching around and playing with my tits.

"I did. And I finally found a real man, and his name is John." I say, leaning back against him.

"Or daddy." he says, a cocky grin forming on his face.

John then picks me up and carries me to the kitchen, laying me on my back on the countertop. The cold granite gives me goosebumps as it touches my skin.

With my head hanging off the edge, I see John stand in front of me, his cock already getting hard again.