Mr. Cruz

He hadn't been this horny since before his last deployment. His lust couldn't be put into words, at least no words that Laura should hear, so he groped and kissed his wife with a staggering passion. All of his senses were dialed up to almost painful, and he couldn't have enjoyed it more. Every inch of Laura felt new for all the wrong reasons, but he kept exploring her with his mouth and hands anyway.

He never would have visited that strange herbalist, or drank that dirt-leaf-tea if he knew that he was still capable of this libido. Weeks of awkward endings brought a great deal of stress on his marriage after he retired. Laura was convinced that he had finally cheated on her, but at the time, it couldn't be farther from the truth. The irony of his current situation made him laugh as he listened to his wife moan.

Although she enjoyed it, Laura managed to hold a deeper question in her eyes. It stayed on the tip of her tongue as she took him into her mouth, but she was unable to utter the words through the unexpected pleasure. There was a serious need for this intimacy in both of them. As he began fucking her she almost got a question out, but it quickly turned into an ecstatic gasp. She didn't want this passion to be an herbalist tea over-dose. Didn't want it to be fake. It was like they were teenagers again. He pounded the screams out of her with reckless abandon, and the question slowly faded into irrelevance. If it was the tea, she could ask him another time.

Every thrust sent tingles up his spine. Despite his attempts to focus on Laura, he would see his young little neighbor spread-eagle every time he closed his eyes. So he locked eyes with his wife and did his best to burn away the guilty after images. He felt like a young buck, and fucked even better. He didn't care if the kids were home, he needed this. They both needed it.

Whatever had been plaguing him after he returned home seemed to be gone for that night. They took advantage of every moment managing to go 4 times before retiring to nap before waking up early the next morning.

***

Eating eggs and toast while sipping coffee, Mr. Cruz was beginning to question the difference between the herbalist's tea and his little admirer. Both of them gave him what he needed most, but left a bad taste in his mouth. Despite everything, he was unable to get Nicole off of his mind. He saw her moist slit every time he closed his eyes. He felt like a kid again after seeing his first piece of pornography, his cock twitching at the thought of her.

Finished his breakfast, he saw the mailman wave as he dropped their mail into their mailbox at the edge of their yard. He yawned and waved back as he poured another cup of coffee and shuffled out to retrieve it. He grabbed the bundle of mail and shuffled back inside, groaning as he bent down to pick up the paper from his front porch. He dropped the mail on the kitchen table and started to open the paper before noticing a familiar looking folded note.

His heart skipped a beat as he fished it out from underneath the junk mail. She'd left him another note. The same size, same folds, same lipstick, but this time it was scented with some bright perfume. Panicking, he ran out to the garage and stuffed it into one of his tool drawers. He refused to look at the note for now, and returned to his kitchen to finish his morning routine.