Busted!

Mrs rode my cock as the early morning light streamed through the blinds. I was content to lay back and let her have her fun. She bent forward burying her head in the crook of my shoulder and neck. I knew she was about to come. She was on her knees with her body laying on my chest sliding herself up and down my cock. Suddenly, she threw her legs out straight along mine. I could feel her pussy clamp down on my cock. She squeezed her face into my neck. Her body shook as she came. After the first wave passed, she began to grind herself onto my cock. Quickly, she resumed sliding up and down. I thought I heard something rustling in the room. Mrs head was buried in my left shoulder. I tried to raise my head up to see. From my vantage I saw wall... Mrs head... wall... Mrs head... C... Mrs head... (wait a minute... C?!?!). I said "C! What're you doing sneaky girl?!?!". Mrs froze. This would be the rabbit freezing in hopes the wolf didn't notice it. C ran off giggling. Mrs jumped out of bed and ran after her. I heard muffled talk and more giggling followed by the sound of some cartoon. Mrs reappeared in the door. She closed it and locked it. Quickly, she hopped into bed pulling me on top of her. I resumed an enthusiastic fucking until I finally came.

I tried asking her what she said to C. I think she is trying to blot the whole thing from her memory. God knows what the child thought. In all of the 5 1/2 years of her life... this is the first time we've ever been busted. And BOY did we get busted. I guess the lock will get a lot more use from now on!

Whupped!

What a weekend. Nothing juicy to report. It was shoot... shoot... and more shoot all weekend. I didn't do too bad. I pretty much finished in the middle. Which is about what I expected. When I wasn't shooting, I was working. We were on the go from 6am until about 7pm every day. I spent a lot of time "ref'ing" which mean chasing after shooters. Most of the time it was fun. Kinda like being Tiger Woods caddy. Watching the top acts run the course from the nosebleed section. There were a lot of times it was no fun at all. Especially the kids and some of the older shooters. Everyone is entitled to play. And it's great because these kids are the future of our sport. But DAMN they are painfully slow.

Sandy's new boy toy was there. I have to say it was pretty tough for me standing in the wings. But, all things considered, it was for the best. I kept my mouth shut. Chester fucked up royally and called him by her ex's name. That was fun. As far as the crush goes, it's still there. I was EXTREMELY grateful my room was nowhere near theirs. I'm still trying to put her out of my mind.

Nothing much else to say. I'm back.

The weekend is upon me

Things in pluffland have settled back to a normal state. Well... at least as normal as it can get. Mrs is evidently over her suspicion as we had a fair amount of makeup sex and I got a blow job last night.

This weekend is the big match I have been working towards since January. I have no clue what's going to happen. All of my sex in a hotel room fantasies with Sandy are all about this weekend. As her new man will be joining, I anticipate the weekend to be a huge disappointment on that front. Which, all things considered, is probably for the best.

Chester did tell me the new man is mostly via convenience and not any burning attraction or passion. I think his words were (as they relate to MY feelings) "That is entirely in your lap". His implication being that if I were to pursue, Sandy would be receptive. That is entirely his opinion and not from any statement on her part at least as it relates to me. Evidently, she and he have discussed her willingness to consider other options and she IS receptive to that.

It's all irrelevant because unless I get a call or a knock on the door.. that's where things will stay. I have decided that I can't pursue because I don't think I could leave things at "just fun". I will do my best to focus on the match. I'm not going to avoid her... and I will probably flirt some. But I'm going to do my best to keep it under control and not do a full court press.

As far as the match is concerned, it's weird, but I have no idea what to think about it. Usually, for something like this, there is so much anticipation I have things laid out in my mind how it will go. Not this time. I guess my brain has been fantasizing all of the ways I could get Sandy in my room naked I didn't think about all the other stuff. I'm leaving work in about 30 minutes to go load up the trailers and trucks with equipment we will be using. I leave for mid-state city at the butt crack of dawn to be there in time to set up our stuff. I plan to practice in my hotel room tomorrow night. Then go with the flow for the rest of the weekend. If nothing else, I will enjoy the match.

Have a good weekend all! Wish me luck!

Oh the drama...

Jeez what a weekend. It all started as an innocent request. True, my emotions are colored by my infatuation. But I can 100% honestly say my request was innocent. I asked Mrs if it would be ok for Sandy to sleep in the guest room at my Mom's house for a match that is coming up. Mrs is going to be there up until the day of the match. This means Sandy would be there right after Mrs left. Ladies, pay attention. What follows is a glimpse at the intracacies of the male psyche... or self justifications... or delusions... you can decide.

I know I know.. this can go nowhere positive. My motivations for the request are simple. Sandy wants to shoot. She can't afford a hotel. I have a solution. Period. I figured, it's at my Mom's house... Mrs will have just been there... my sister is there... there is no way there can be any hanky panky. Mrs blew a gasket. Which led to an enormous fight. Ultimately, she said "Fine... ask her if she wants to stay... if you don't you'll just mope and be an asshole for several weeks". To which I replied "You know... your insecurities are really unattractive". Can you hear that lead balloon whistling towards it's inevitable crash? Then the gloves came off. Immediately, it was no longer about me being a dick... or making an unreasonable request... or her insecurities. It was all about Sandy. The implication that I'm having an affair. That Sandy is a woman stealing harlotte. On and on.

Now in spite of my infatuation, Sandy has done nothing more than flirt and talk shit. Nothing more than any other woman I am friends with. The infatuation to this point is solely on my side. So what did I do? I made a full on assault of her hatred an opinion of Sandy. In my mind, whatever she was directing at Sandy was MY fault, not Sandy's. Furthermore, I haven't even done anything... In fact, as soon as I realized my infatuation... I backed off. I have kept the chit chat to shooting... I backed off of the playful banter. I had only 1 conversation with her since Wed. night. Ultimately, the conversation came back around to my "insecurity" comment. Which, in spite of my feelings towards Sandy, is true. Since day 1 with Mrs... she always questions my feelings. When I played in the band, she would come up to me in mid-set, mid-SONG, lean in and say "Do you love me?" Which would REALLLLLY piss me off. In the band, I am 100% focused on the groove. Anyway, there is history and I think I've probably covered it ad nauseum in the archives.

We stood in the kitchen arguing about her projecting her insecurities onto others and making them into evil bitches. The argument started to wind down. I acknowledged while I believe my points are valid, my methods left a lot to be desired. She was acknowledging her insecurities. Then my phone rang. I looked at the ID... of all the rotten timing... guess who? Straight out of a bad b-movie drama... it was Sandy. I answered the phone as non-commitally as I could muster. She called to ask a shooting question. Specifically about a supplier with which I happen to get a decent discount. This was a followup to the 1 call previously mentioned. Nothing out of the ordinary. Nothing untowards... just really... really.... REALLY... bad timing.

I couldn't help myself. I started laughing. I tried to explain to Mrs what the call was about. I couldn't stop smiling the whole time. I was trying my best not to laugh and failing miserably. Not because it was Sandy and I was all giddy talking to my crush. But at the pure absurdity of the moment. I'm arguing about the "supposed harlotte" and damned if she didn't interupt THE argument. Also, because I guess Sandy sensed it was a bad time and asked "Am I interupting you enjoying your wife and family?" The question was purely innocent and truly intended to let me gracefully say I'm busy right now. But the phrase "enjoying your wife" leapt out at me causing me to laugh even more. How the hell do you answer that? "Oh yeah... I'm in a marriage ending smack down right now".... or "we were just about to get naked and fight over our communal property". I simply said "Yes". She said "Ok... I'll see you tomorrow" (at the match) and hung up.

Mrs eyes welled up. I could see it in her face. She had just made the leap that not only was Sandy a home wrecking, man stealing, bitch... but that I was a two timing son of a fatherless whore as well. We finished our argument where we left off. Acknowledging our feelings, foibles, and fuax pas. But I could sense a... coldness now.

We went about the rest of our evening. We had rented a movie. Sister, Mrs, and I went into the movie room. Within 30 minutes both Eliza and Mrs were asleep. Eventually they wandered off to bed. I made it to bed after midnight.

As an interesting side note which I may post about later, I had both and erotic and emotionally meaningful dream about Hot Friend. I woke up wondering what the hell that was about.... that I dreamt about Hot Friend and not Sandy.. and that the dream had an emotional honesty as it pertained to Hot Friend. Something to ponder later... one crisis at a time.

My eyes popped open about an hour before my alarm. Mrs was not in bed. I think her departure actually woke me up because I could hear her footsteps upstairs. I lay there trying to go back to sleep. My mind raced to the argument before. I started to wonder what in the hell she could be doing upstairs at that hour of the morning. Then it hit me... the computer. My brain immediately searched my actions the night before. Did I leave up Pluff Mud Musings up... any of the e-mails for my alter ego? Any sites linking back to PMM?!?! Panic started to set in. This simple little request was about to snowball out of control. Finally, I couldn't take it any more. Under the pretense of getting my gear ready for the match, I went upstairs. Mrs was not in fact pouring over the PMM archives. She was however reading an article on MSN. She quickly closed the screen. I thought to myself "That can't be good".

I went about the business of getting my gear together. Guns... magazines... ammo... belt and holster... eye protection.. ear protection... Mrs asked me a couple of benign normal questions. What time would we be done? Did I need lunch? Finally, after a few minutes, she left. I continued packing my gear. Then I got on the computer and checked the history. Nothing linking or related to PMM.... whew!! But... there were several MSN searches for "affair" and "women befriending married men". I felt my blood pressure rise. Now she's accusing me (at least via actions) of having a damned affair! The snowball has reached avalanche proportions.

I started fuming. My mind began to play out the next 10 years of my life and I saw us having this argument over and over. Maybe this is what I really want and it's why I'm in this situation in the first place. There are probably a thousand reasons why I am drawn to women for friendship including sexual desire. In MY mind... the key word was "sexual". Not emotional. True I have an infatuation with Sandy. But I recognize it as that. Infatuation. And unrequited at that. It will pass. But what about the future. What about true friendships? I see the relationship between a couple of other friends I have (a male and a female) and I'm actually jealous. I don't make friends with guys very well. I am always drawn to women. Those two are the closest of friends and they are not together romatically. And you can tell. They are best friends... period. If you really break it down... I don't have any close friends like that. Chester is probably the closest and I have a love/hate relationship with him. I find it... unsatisfying from that perspective. What happens if I finally get close to someone and they happen to be female? What if my infatuation fades with Sandy and it's replaced with true friendship? Am I going to live in fear of Mrs insecurites? You can see my dilema. On one hand, Mrs is wrong. But on the other... maybe not so much. Maybe in my zeal to let Mrs into my shooting world and the friends I have met, my infatuation has become obvious. Maybe it was better to just shut my mouth, keep Mrs in the dark and enjoy the relationships for whatever they are. But that's not where I am. Either way... I was pissed at being accused (as I saw it) of doing something that I haven't. I went to the match wondering what the hell would happen when I saw Sandy and what I was going to do about my situation at home.

We shot the match. I went through the shoot thinking I was screwing up. I had a bunch of stupid mental mistakes and felt like I was probably going to get beaten by Chester again (there would be no living with him if I did). Turns out, I was 1/2 right. I placed better than I thought (and solidly whooped Chester too). In fact, I placed better than I ever have. But if I hadn't made as many mistakes... say only 1/2... I would've probably placed several places higher. Which means I guess the practice is paying off in that I did in fact shoot poorly. But my idea of poor vs. reality seems to be skewed now. In other words poor to me is better than average in reality. At least that's my hope.

After the match I walked in the house ready for a fight. Unfortunately, or fortunately depending on how you look at it, Eliza decided she was too tired to drive home and stayed another night. It meant I would skulk around the house waiting for the fight.

Around 10:00 Eliza went to bed. Mrs found me and said "Would you come to our room please?" When I got there, she started reading a letter she wrote earlier in the day. The more she read, the more pissed off I got. Again, she attacked Sandy. She compared her to an ex-boyfriend who came sniffing around a while back (I never mentioned it because I never once gave the guy a second thought). She drew all of the wrong conclusions about Sandy. I thought about the searches I saw earlier and, at least in my mind, I heard Mrs accusing me of having an affair. I told her I was done. I wasn't going to go through this for the rest of my life. I'm not going to tip-toe through every endeavor I undertake just to avoid her insecurities. I did this with my ex-wife and eventually, her insecurities led her to cheat on me to get attention. I told Mrs I was going to move out.

I had pride in myself in never uttering those words. In hindsight, I wonder if I uttered them out of frustration? Relief? Maybe I was admitting to myself I was really just looking for a way to get out of the marriage and I grabbed the thinnest thread. That I was being wrongly accused of something I hadn't done. That I recognized the potential not 24 hours earlier.... was this my way of seeing an opening for greener grasses? The thing was... the only thing holding me back was C. It tears at my heart to think of what it would do to her.

Mrs wouldn't leave me alone. She chased me around the house. I was trying to get away from her. She wouldn't let me. She stood in the doorway of the room where I was planning to sleep. I started to push her out of the door but thought she might use that against me later. I grabbed my coat and started to walk out of the door to go find a place to park my truck and sleep (good thing I didn't, the temperature plummeted into the 20s). Mrs cornered me again and threw the fact that I would be leaving C at me. She pleaded with me to hear her out. I threw out the searches she did. We argued about her motivations. We argued how I was so quick to decide to leave. Finally we settled into an uneasy peace. She didn't search for "affair". She doesn't know Sandy. She's wrong about her motivations. I accept that she isn't accusing me of cheating.

We talked much more calmly about the future. We discussed much more intimately the reasons why I befriend women over men and how that plays into Mrs insecurities. Eventually, we came to a much more peaceful resolution.

Yesterday, we spent the day as if nothing happened. Today, I wonder what really happened. I talked to Sandy this morning mostly because I want to clean the gun Eliza borrowed to shoot. I also learned a great deal about some things that Chester did. Like... spend time at Sandy's house trying to get into Maria's pants. I'm not sure how I feel about her today. And how did that play into the argument? I can't deny my attraction to Sandy. From a logical point, I haven't done anything wrong. But to a degree... Mrs was right. But would she be right overall? Would Sandy be interested. If she were, what would I do? What does it mean that I was so ready to walk out the door? Was I truly offended that I was being accused of cheating? Or that, at least emotionally, I was.

Just like old times

*** EDIT *** I'm gonna try using "names" in lieu of initials. This is for you SemperSexualis

Ah the good ol' days. Shooting pool... drinking... talking shit... startin' fights.

My sister has been in town this week. She's pretty young. 18 to be exact (she's actually a 1/2 sister but I don't split hairs). She is staying with us during her spring break. I took her with me for my night out. We started off going to shoot. Guns that is. She participated in the little Wed. night shoot one of the local ranges has. She did pretty good for her first time out. Then we went to hang out with the pool team. Now before I get into the the evening, let me preface it all by saying my sister is pretty... reserved. An introvert even. Hanging out and shooting pool is putting her well outside of her comfort zone.

So... the pool team had a bye week. It ended up just being Chester (formerly know as Work C) from the team. We had invited Sandy (crush from previous post). She gladly accepted. We decided to meet at the sister bar in the town near where Sandy lives to be more convenient for her. We all showed up at the bar at about the same time. Sandy's roomate, Maria, was already there. Chester, my sister (Eliza), and I all walked in together. Immediately, Chester made a beeline for Maria. He put his hands on her. Hugged her. Lingered. Etc. Sandy showed up a few minutes later.

We started off eating a little dinner. Talking shit. I was trying to be subdued as Eliza was present. I also was very mindful of my emotional state as it pertains to Sandy (see yesterday's post). The conversation eventually turned to Maria. I'm trying to think of how to put this delicately. Maria is... is... well.... FUCKED UP!! She is absolutely cute as hell. Her heritage is very exotic. She has beautiful eyes. Perfect teeth. A kick ass body. But she is FUCKED in the head. Hugely insecure. The last few months of her life play like a really bad Jerry Springer episode. She was dating this guy who treated her like shit. One day he up and moved to another state without any warning. He told her he didn't love her blah blah. She obsessed over him calling him over and over. At some point they decided to get back together. She signed a lease in his city, started paying HIS bills (to the tune of tens of thousands of dollars.. all credit cards). The day she was packing her shit to move (the same DAY) he told her not to bother that he didn't love her and he was just fucking her. Which is how she came to live with Sandy. Last minute panic over being homeless. She works for Sandy. Sandy had a room for rent.

Meanwhile, every time she gets dumped by asshole number 1, she gets really drunk. A couple of times she ended up hooking up with asshole number 2. Asshole 2 (Michael) works with both Maria and Sandy (kiddies this is where you learn the value of "you don't shit where you eat"). Maria has no real interest in Michael. I can't really say I have ever fucked someone out of spite... not for lack of trying... but it's never happened. So I can't really understand the mindset of Maria. Anyway, Maria isn't interested. She had fun but it's just not there for this guy. But Michael is borderline obsessed. They met during "smoke breaks" at work. I'm sure she was upset at work one day.. he offered to buy her a beer... one thing led to another... her insecurities needed soothing...

Now, the stage is set for last night. We found out the first asshole (Brett) is leading her on again. He told her he was coming to see her this weekend. She has set aside the whole weekend. She was almost literally bouncing off of the walls. We were all sitting around discussing this when she said "Oh shit!! Michael just walked in. He's right over there". She turned to Chester and said "Ok... you're with me tonight"... as in to keep him at bay. Not 5 minutes after she said that, Michael came strolling over to us. He chit chatted. Introduced himself. Hung out... Chester pretty much just sat next to Maria the whole time. He wasn't really touching her. But he was close. Eventually Michael walked away.

After we ate, we decided to shoot some pool. We grabbed a table. Mostly it was just Chester and I taking turns playing the girls. The talk turned pretty raunchy. I did my best not to join in but I couldn't help myself. Michael made another appearance. This time he started talking to me. He asked about shooting. He wanted to know what I shot. How did I shoot. Etc. I had the distinct impression he wasn't really interested in the answers moreso than just keeping himself in our little click. After a while he went away again.

Somewhere in the middle of all of this, Maria got a text message from Brett. Predictably, he dumped her again. He told her he was only coming for sex and she shouldn't have set aside more than a couple of hours. She stormed outside to fume and smoke a cigarette. The rest of us kept playing pool. I mean, yeah we all felt bad for her. But she keeps doing it to herself. There was nothing we could do to change the situation except make ourselves miserable. After a few minutes, Michael walked over to Sandy and said "You should probably go check on her". Sandy went outside. After about 5 or 10 minutes they both came back in. Maria was visibly upset. Her eyes were puffy. She still appeared to be on the verge of tears. We tip toed around her playing our game. Chester put his hand on her neck and squeezed.

All of the sudden, Michael comes flying around the corner almost knocking Sandy over. He got within an inch of Chester's face, poked him in the chest and said "I don't know where you think you're heading with her, but I was all IN THAT SHIT just last weekend!" Maria was pretty much elbow to elbow with Chester when he said this. He turned and stormed off. Chester jumped up and went after him. So... I went after Chester. Michael was there with about 5 of his buddies. I had no idea where they went. But I was sure they were somewhere around.

Chester caught up with him. They were right in the middle of the bar where EVERYONE could see. Keep in mind, the pool team plays there on a regular basis. We know at least 50% of the guys in there. I stood back and let the two of them work it out. My only concern was to keep the buddies out of it. I couldn't really hear what Chester was saying, but he was poking him in the chest. For those of you new to pluffland, Chester weighs about 280. He's right around 6'1. He has this big square head and jaw. While he carries a significant amount of fat, he has that whole power lifter thing going. Like the massive russians you see clean and jerking a thousand pounds in the olympics. He is strong as hell and surprisingly athletic. You add it all up and while he looks fat, he also looks pretty intimidating. He won't win any races. But I have watched him in karate. He can mix it up well. Michael looked like he weighed about 180 lbs. He's about my height (5'10). Chester dwarfed him. I know size isn't everything. I feel pretty confident I could hold my own with Chester and I'm a lot smaller. But... I've also had previous experience. While you never can tell, my gut feel was this guy was all bark and... probably some bite... just enough to get his ass kicked.

Eventually he did what all mouthy assholes do. Threw his hands up saying something like "You're not worth it" which is somehow supposed to make him out to be even more of a bad ass that he "walked away". Chester paced back and forth for a bit finally going back to our table. I made a beeline for the bar. The bartender asked me what that was all about. I gave her my version of it. She agreed the guy was off his rocker a) for even caring about Maria and b) for poking Chester. Fortified with more beer, I went back to the table.

When I made it back over, Eliza looked like she just got missed by a train. Her eyes were huge and her face was pale. She looked pretty shell shocked. Then we all settled back down and played some more pool.

Meanwhile, Maria's phone was going off constantly. Text messages from Brett... eventually text messages from Michael. Finally, Sandy and I took the phone from her. I took the battery. She took the phone and we finally settled down and had some fun.

Around 11pm everyone decided to go hear a friend who sings in a band down town. Eliza didn't bring her ID and I lied to the bartender telling her she was my daughter to get her into the pool hall. We didn't think it would fly downtown. She and I parted company with the rest of the crew. I got home around 11:30 and went to bed. I was so keyed up thinking about the incident and Sandy. I couldn't sleep. The last time I remember the clock it was around 4am. I am mucho tired today.

I called Sandy this morning to see how the rest of their evening went. According to Sandy, Chester was all over Maria for the rest of the night. Not physically. But attention wise. He's like a jackal circling the weakened gazelle baby. Evidently, Maria got her phone back around 2am when she and Sandy got home. Without missing a beat she was texting and calling BOTH Brett and Michael.

I'm not really sure what to think about the night. The redneck in me had fun almost getting into a fight (God I'm weird). I enjoyed the shit talking with Sandy. But the drama was just too much. I have a feeling every time we see Maria she's going to require a lot of... maintenance. Maybe it's better if she's around a lot. I didn't really focus on my infatuation with Sandy. On one hand I kinda regret not getting to indulge in more conversation. On the other, I know where it would lead. Maybe not so much with her as me, but to an almost painful longing.

Hrm.....

Call me done

I sat in the restaurant chit chatting. Work C and I met S. She was telling us about her weekend. S is in the fledgling stages of a relationship with a man from several states away. He came to visit. Almost as soon as we sat down, Work C started in with the insinuations. S told us she went to church with new man Friday. Work C said "So did you confess then, or wait until this week?" Eventually, he was much more blatant. "So your roomate was wearing headphones because you're a screamer?"

Somewhere in this exchange, I felt something. It hit me hard. My heart skipped a beat. I felt my blood pressure rise just a touch. I realized I was jealous. Jealous of her man for being with her. Jealous of Work C for touching her (oh did he ever touch her... ad nauseum). Jealous of Work C for prying... no, intruding into her relationship to satisfy his voyeuristic needs. Suddenly, I thought, "Holy Shit! I'm totally infatuated with S!"

I mean, I've chased after women before. A, HF, E. I even caught a few. But this is the first time I have felt that tightness in my chest and in the pit of my stomach. By the time we left the restaurant, I wanted so badly to touch, hold, kiss, live out various other fantasies. Things I have written about before. However, previously, these things were just fantasy. Sure I would most likely act them out given half a chance. But mostly they were things to turn me on. I always saw them as purely sexual. Lustful. Mischief.

With S, I could see myself completely losing it. Doing really stupid things. Having... gasp.. an "affair". Not that she's interested in anything other than teasing the boys. But if.... IF she were actually interested... holy shit!

This is going to require some pondering...

Oh yeah... she's meeting us out at pool tonight. God help me...

Every time I close my eyes

I was surprised to feel her cool skin against mine when I rolled over. For a moment, I was confused. It was my hotel room. Who the hell?... Then the previous night came flooding back to me. The party. The alcohol. The flirtation. The knock on the door. The overcoat. The teddy. The sex.

She pressed back against my body. My hand went to her unfamiliar curves. I mused to myself how our frantic fucking in an alcoholic haze didn't really afford me much of a chance to memorize much of her body. I pulled her closer spooning my body against hers. Our bodies wrapped together like two pieces of a jigsaw puzzle. I could feel my cock pressing against her ass as the haze of the previous night melted away. Evidently she was thinking the same thing.

She rolled over nuzzling her head against my neck and chest so that we were laying on our sides face to face. My cock naturally lay next to her hand. I felt her fingers curl around it and squeeze. I ran my hands along her back and sides feeling her curves. She shivered when my fingers brushed across the small of her back. She threw her leg over my hip. My cock was rock hard and pulsing in her hand. She pressed the head against her slit. I immediately felt the tip become slick from her juices. She pushed me over to my back. Quickly, she slid herself onto my cock.

We took our time this time. The urgency from the night before was replaced by the liesurely pleasure of our bodies finally giving into need. She rocked herself against me while I held her close. I could feel her wetness flowing across my balls. She bit my shoulder as she shuddered to her first orgasm. She hooked her legs behind mine driving me deeper and deeper until her body finally went limp.

I rolled her to her back and began moving my hips against her. With every slow thrust, she shivered and whimpered. I went slow keeping her on the edge of another orgasm. Finally I could no longer hold back. She grabbed my hips and urged me to go faster. Her legs wrapped around my waist pulling me deep inside her pussy. I felt her squeeze herself against my cock as she began to shudder again. My body took over thrusting my hips forward shooting my load into her pussy.

Finally, I opened my eyes. I was at home. Mrs squeezed my neck while the waves of her orgasm subsided. The fantasy faded into another chapter of Pluff's non-adventures. As I collapsed back to my side of the bed, I thought of the old marriage joke. "Do you ever cheat on your wife? Every time I close my eyes!"

I know... I'm such a pig.