A Not So Good Wife-I am his secret whore

Today I waited for my lover. I waited and waited. His wife told him she was going into the office. As she procrastinated, wandering around their house I waited. I needed my lover beside me, against me, inside me. As I waited I lay in bed and gently touched myself, waiting for his hands, his lips on me.
Finally, he texted he would be there in 10 minutes.
I opened the door, flannel shirt and jeans. The faint smell of a cologne that I didn’t recognize but instantly loved. I walked him to the bedroom, lay on the bed and slid over to make room for him. He was distant and I realized we hadn’t seen each other since the night I posted about on Wifelover’s. (See previous post)
I eased myself next to him, kissing his neck, his chin, the tip of his ear whispering how I had missed him. Still he held back. Said nothing.
I climbed on top of him and slipped my tank top off. I pulled his shirt off over his head so my skin could touch his. My hands reached under his head and brought his lips to mine. Gentle kisses as my pussy ground against his cock-locked away in his jeans. He was withholding from me.
As I kissed him I asked him where he was.
He grabbed my pussy, hard.
“Is this how he grabbed you and made you cum?” He flipped me over on my side. He’d read the Wifelover’s story and wanted answers.
My lover kept his hand on my pussy pressing me with questions. Did I fuck the guy? Did I blow him? Did he finger fuck me?
My lover stripped my pants and panties off, rough. “No,” I told him. “No.”
I slid my hands down his body and unbuttoned his pants, desperate to get to his cock.
My lover climbed up my body, pushing my legs down and face fucked me, my head hitting the headboard, my knee on his ass driving his cock and balls into my
face.
“Tell me the truth.” he demanded as he dug his hands in my hair pulling hard.
I needed his cock inside me.
We struggle fucked until I was on top of him, his cock deep inside me. I rode him, my tits in his mouth being kissed in deep mouthfuls.
My lover told me as I took him deep inside my pussy; “Take what you want, fuck me, take what you need, ride me.”
I started slow, building as his cock got harder deep inside me until I came. I called out his name staring fully at him as my legs shook. Our eyes fixed, my whole body clinging to him.
My lover is what I want, what I think of as I play with myself, when I cum at home, in my marital bed. I think only of him. Today I got to take what I needed from him rather than fantasy play alone. And for that I grateful.
When I took everything I needed from my lover, I told him I needed his cock in my mouth-that I wanted to taste my own satisfaction. “Nothing is sexier.” he said as I licked his cock and dragged my nail across the seam of his balls.
He flipped me over and with a quick pull brought me to him. He fucked me, deeper harder. He looked down at me, his hand on my nipple as he told me “I’m going to cum in you.”
“Do it,” I told him. “I need you to cum inside me-why do you think you’re here? Why do you think I waited so long for you? Because I need your seed. Give it to me, please. Please.”
He asked me, “Do you want my wife’s cum? Do you? Do you want to take my wife’s cum?”
“Yes” I told him. It was true. I wanted his cum. I wanted to take it from her. To know that at least today he won’t fuck her.
“Please,” I begged him. “Give it to me, not her.”
And he did. He filled me as I locked my legs around him and felt the rush of his warm cum. So much cum. My lover is a cum master, he fills me until his cum soaks my panties and runs down my thighs.
When he was done he kissed me on my inner fore arm and I whispered “thank you.”