home to Abby

Abby was already home by the time Tom drove back. Meeting canceled, she said. The two of them sprawled out on the living room sofa.

"God, fuck I hate my boss so fucking much!" Abby complained, throwing the novel at the cushion between her and Tom. "He always does things like this. And now I got ready for no reason at all."

In all her anger, Abby was insanely pretty. Her rose-patterned dress, coupled with the layered hair and high-set cheekbones gave her a mysterious aura that reminded him of his high school days. Holy shit, Tom realized, he wanted to fuck her. Bad. Right now. He readjusted his jeans so his wife wouldn't see the erection he was currently sporting.

Tom scooted in close. Scents of lavender filled his nostrils. "Well," he suggested, "we still have tonight."

Abby smiled and brought her lips to mouth. They moved in gradually, then suddenly and passionately. Tom fondled a tit. She began unbuckling his belt. Article after article of clothing found its way onto the Saunders house floor, and sooner than later they were both naked. In the warm of kissing, he felt her reach down and tug on his cock, kneading it up and down until it swelled to full mast.

Abby's touch sent shivers down Tom's spine. He broke away from their kiss, his breath ragged, and looked into her eyes. "Abby," he croaked, "are you sure about this?" She pulled him closer forcefully, her fingers tracing the lines of his chest. "I've never been more sure of anything in my life," she murmured, her lips brushing against his ear.

"Fuck me, Tom. I want to feel you inside me."

Tom didn't need to be told twice. He lifted her effortlessly, her legs wrapping around his waist as he carried her upstairs to the bedroom. He laid her down gently on the bed. He leaned over her, his hands exploring her body, feeling the soft curves of her hips, the smoothness of her skin. She arched her back, a soft moan escaping her lips as he found her most sensitive spot, his fingers dancing over her clit. She was already wet, her body ready for him. He positioned himself at her entrance, his cock throbbing with need. He looked into her eyes, seeking permission, and she nodded, her breath coming in short gasps. He pushed into her slowly, feeling her tighten around him. Part of Tom felt guilty that he was essentially cheating on Sarah, that he was fucking an entirely different woman. Maybe she should experience some of this, Tom thought. But he didn't have the coin on him right now, and it felt too good to stop now. Abby was perfect, and he knew he wouldn't be able to last long. He began to move, his hips rocking against hers, his body responding to hers in a way he'd never experienced before.

Tom's body moved with new speed, his hips thrusting harder, faster, as he lost himself in the pleasure of sex. Abby's nails dug into his back, her moans growing louder, more insistent. "Fuck, Tom," she gasped, "you feel so good. Don't stop." He couldn't, not now. The heat between them erupted, their bodies slick with sweat. He leaned down, capturing her mouth in a fierce kiss, his tongue exploring her mouth. He could feel her body tensing, her muscles clenching around him, and he knew she was close. He broke away from their kiss, his breath ragged, and whispered, "Come for me, Abby. Let go." With a final, powerful thrust, Abby cried out, her body convulsing as she reached her climax. Tom followed soon after, his own body shuddering with release. They collapsed together, their bodies entwined, their breaths slowly returning to normal.