Not so discreet lovers

The day was warm and sunny as I stepped into the coffee shop, spotting Nicole immediately in the corner booth. She looked absolutely stunning as always - those long, toned legs crossed seductively in her skin-tight dress, the curves of her enhanced bust straining against the fabric. I could see other men's heads turning as she laughed melodically at something on her phone. Nicole stood up to greet me, the click of her stilettos echoing in my ears. She smelled like an intoxicating mix of expensive perfume and her own natural musk.

"Darling, it's so good to see you again," she purrs, pressing her body against mine in a embrace. I could feel every inch of her firm, gym-honed physique molding perfectly to me. After a long, sensual kiss, we slid into the booth together. Nicole signaled the waiter with a perfectly manicured finger.

"I'll have a skinny cappuccino, please. And bring me the healthiest pastry option you have - I'm being very strict with my macros at the moment." She batted her lashes at the young man, who gulped and scurried off to fulfill her order. Nicole turned back to me with a mischievous grin.

"I've missed you so much. I have to admit, I get so very bored at night in that big cold bed, with my husband too eager to ask me to fuck with you again while he watches... ." She placed a hand on my thigh, squeezing it meaningfully. I felt myself growing hard already, the familiar heat building between my legs.

"The way you make me feel... I can't help myself around you. You're a man who can truly satisfy me."

She leaned in close, her glossy lips brushing my ear as she spoke. I shuddered, my skin erupting in goosebumps.

"I want you so badly. I'm already so wet for you... I've been thinking about your huge cock all day. I can hardly focus on anything else when I know I'm going to get to drain those big, heavy balls again."

I groaned, my erection now straining painfully against the confines of my zipper. The waiter returned with Nicole's drink and pastry, and she made a show of crossing and uncrossing her long legs as she sipped her coffee, letting me drink in the sight of her. She selected a flaky croissant and tore off a piece, licking the crumbs from her fingers with deliberate sensuality.

"I have some time this afternoon... Why don't you come by the house around 2? My husband will be at the office for the day. Yet you know there are cameras all over the place"

Her eyes sparkled with wicked promise.

"I'll leave the back door open for you... And I expect you to come in, throw me over the arm of the couch, and absolutely rail me. Hard and raw, just the way I like it. I want you to fuck me so thoroughly that I'll be feeling it for days. I want to be aching and dripping with your seed by the time he gets home..."

She reached down to cup my throbbing erection through my pants, giving me a firm squeeze. I hissed out a breath, every fiber of my being crying out for release.

"I can't wait. God, I'm going to cum so hard for you... You'll see. My pussy is going to milk you dry."

Nicole stood up abruptly when she finished her pastry, smoothing down her dress. She leaned down one last time to growl lowly in my ear,

"At two o'clock, stud. Don't keep me waiting or I'll have to start without you..."

And with that promise hanging in the air between us, she sauntered out of the cafe, her hips swaying tantalizingly as she left a trail of testosterone-fueled men in her wake. I sat back in the booth and tried to collect myself, already counting down the minutes until I could have her again - my beautiful, insatiable hotwife, who I knew would never truly be satisfied with anything less than everything I could give her.