I have a special request.

In a flash, I was on my back. The hardwood floor of our small foyer was cold against my back, even through the flimsy robe, which had slid off my shoulders, around my elbows as Paul had roughly pushed me to the ground. My breath became short; I was panting, trying desperately to catch my breath.

Paul was on top of me.

It had taken a moment to register, but finally, Paul was hard as a rock, and wasted no time taking me to the floor. He had left the door open behind him, possibly deliberately. The cool breeze coming in made the dampness on my thighs tingle delightfully.

I closed my eyes in lust as Paul’s tongue invaded my mouth. He was aggressive and passionate. I didn’t feel the loving kiss of my husband that I had once known, but rather the probing intrusion of a teenager going crazy. There was no affection in the act. It was as if he was trying to rule my mouth with his. His hands started on my hips and moved up over my body until they found my heaving breasts. He fondled them carelessly, plucking at my nipples over and over again. The entirety of his weight pressed down upon me. I felt his cock against my mound, waiting to be guided in.

I couldn’t have been happier.

Another breeze came through the door, bringing the tingling sensation with it. Paul broke the kiss, and I gasped , and looked into his eyes, wanting more. He had both my nipples between his fingers, and was tweaking them lightly. The pain was slight, the pleasure immense. He was smiling down at me as I bit my lip in ecstasy.

After only a moment, he moved his right arm around the small of my back and his left hand down to my soaking cunt. He plunged two fingers into me unceremoniously and began working them in and out. The initial shock drew a loud yelp from my lungs. He laughed briefly before clamping his mouth over my left nipple. His tongue suckling at me roughly. Almost involuntarily, I arched my back upward, granting him more access to my tit and pussy. I put my hands on his head, guiding him, encouraging him. A few moments later he moved to the right breast, stopping for a short kiss in between.

In and out, over and over, his fingers were driving me mad. He lifted his head and looked into my eyes, picking up the pace of his thrusting hand. He was still smiling, and I was getting close. My breath became short, and I closed my eyes. Finally, after months of emptiness, my husband was bringing me to orgasm. I tried to scream, but his mouth closed over mine once more. I collapsed backward and broke the kiss, breathing deeply.

I couldn’t have been happier.

I was ready to return the favor, any way he wanted. But, as I made a move for his cock, he pushed my hand away. He wanted something else from me.