My mind!

The days blurred into a haze of stolen glances and hurried texts. Elena's routine with Mark carried on unchanged—dinners at the table, lazy evenings on the couch—but her mind wandered constantly to Alex.

The taste of his cum lingered in her fantasies, mixing with the memory of his mouth on her cock. At night, when Mark rolled over snoring, she'd slip a hand between her legs, stroking herself to quiet orgasms while picturing Alex's body under hers.

By midweek, the pull became unbearable. Mark mentioned a late work meeting Thursday night, oblivious to the spark it ignited in her. She texted Alex immediately: Mark's out till 10. Come over? His reply buzzed back: On my way. Bring wine?

Elena paced the kitchen, heart racing as she set out glasses and uncorked a bottle. She wore a simple tank top and shorts, the kind that hugged her curves without screaming intent.

But underneath, her cock stirred at the thought of him arriving, already half-hard against her thigh. The doorbell rang, and she opened it to Alex's grin, a six-pack in one hand, his eyes raking over her.

"Hey, beautiful," he said, stepping inside and pulling her close for a quick kiss. His lips brushed hers softly at first, then deeper, tongue teasing until she melted against him.