Come Saturday Morning

Disclaimer - Mature themes, adult language and sex. This is a work of fiction. Unless otherwise indicated, all the names, characters, businesses, places, events and incidents in this story are either the product of the author's imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.

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Come Saturday Morning - a short story by gstein.

"Come Saturday morning, I'm goin' away with my friend

We'll Saturday-spend till the end of the day, just I and my friend

We'll travel for miles in our Saturday smiles and then we'll move on

But we will remember long after Saturday's gone" -

Lyrics from the song 'Come Saturday Morning' by the Sandpipers from the 1969 movie "The Sterile Cuckoo".

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It was a crisp October Saturday morning in the city where in a gentrified midtown neighborhood she was with him in his restored 1940s era bungalow.

They were together in his bedroom.

And like they had done on other Saturday mornings, they were cuddling on his bed. Getting reacquainted and comfortable after being away from each other for a week.

In a short time they were pillow talking and kissing and touching and feeling each other. And it wasn't long until she took off her sweater and skirt. Soon followed by unfastening her brassiere and slipping off her thong, leaving her with nothing on but her garter belt and garters and stockings.

Enticed by her titillating allure, he moved over onto her. She spread her legs. And he penetrated her and pushed deep into her and touched a spot which she told him Josh had never touched and would never touch.

And within a few minutes they were in a frenzy of sexual intercourse fueled by seven days of pent-up cravings for each other. And each time he thrust deep into her and touched that spot she clenched the bedsheets and gasped and moaned and made all the other sounds a woman makes when she's being taken to a transcendent state of sensuality by a virile man.

It was exhilarating and she didn't want it to end. But it ended. And at the instant it ended, that moment of euphoric sexual release, her whole body shuddered as she was screaming, "YES, YES! OH GOD YES!"

And then she collapsed.

After a taking a couple of minutes to catch her breath she got up to go to the bathroom and in a playful tone of voice said, "Don't go away, I'll be right back." And then added, "That was really good," in a satisfied sounding tone of voice.

He responded, "I'll be right here," as he watched her move across the room and slip out of view when she stepped into the bathroom and closing the door behind her.

Unless they had a conflict, she came to him from the suburbs on Saturday mornings. And she never failed to arrive within the eleven o'clock hour and closer to eleven than to twelve.

And she never failed to come to him wearing something fashionable he'd never seen her wear before. Leading him to wonder what size of closet and wardrobe she had at home because they had to be big ones to contain all the clothes and shoes and handbags and stockings and lingerie he'd seen her wear over the time he had known her.

They'd met at her place of work where he went to get his photography printed and framed. And since she was the sales manager whose job was to work with customers, and since he was in there often, they got to know one another. And after a while he had a hunch about her and a little more than two months ago he played his hunch and since then they'd been seeing each other on Saturday mornings.

And even though he'd known her for a while, and even though they'd been together and intimate several times, he was still learning about her. Meaning, there were things he knew about her but there were more things he didn't know about her. Leaving him to wonder and imagine and guess about some of those things.

For instance he'd never asked but he imagined she was in her early thirties. And if he had to guess he'd say she was thirty-two, making her about eighteen years younger than himself.

And he wondered about her and Josh's relationship. She didn't talk much about him. And she never said anything disparaging about him. In fact, from the little bit she had said he got the idea Josh was a good guy and things were okay between them, except she was cheating on him.

So he wondered about her cheating on Josh. Particularly since she didn't seem like she would be the cheating type. He'd known a few cheaters in his life and she didn't fit the mold. But then here she was with him. And he wondered what was going on between them that would motivate her to come to him for sex.

And then since he didn't have a good feel about their own relationship he wondered how long their affair would last. And he felt she'd soon get tired of him and move on to someone younger.

He felt that way because he was bothered by their age and generation gap. Even though he was in good physical shape and satisfied her each time they had sex. And even though she didn't seem to be bothered by his age, it bothered him.

"Hell, I'm old enough to be her father," he often told himself.

And then there were the things his conscience made him think about, like having sex with another man's wife. He knew if he were married he'd be more than pissed off if some guy was having sex with his wife. And then him being a Christian he knew what he was doing was a sin. But he took refuge from his conscience and his sin by girding himself with the secular notion that, "All's fair in love and war." But even that notion bothered him.

However in the grand scheme of things none the stuff he wondered and worried about mattered because she had her life and he had his. And except for when he went to her place of work to do business their paths never crossed. Outside of their affair what they did was their own business. And there was little chance their relationship would ever be more than what it was right now.

So all that mattered was she had come to him again and they'd just experienced some great sex. And they would have some more great sex before she went back to Josh.

After more than a few minutes she emerged from the bathroom looking fresh. He could see she'd combed her hair, touched up her makeup and lipstick and had straightened her garter belt and garters and her stockings.

And as he watched her move across the room she reminded him of the women he used to look at in his dad's stash of Playboy Magazines. Leading him to imagine, "If Hugh Hefner was still around he would do a centerfold spread of you in a heart beat. You could be Miss October, or for that matter any other month of the year."

But in truth she didn't look playmate worthy. Ten years ago when she was twenty something and before having two kids she would have been a shoo-in for a photo spread and would have been a contender to be a centerfold, but not now.

A decade of living and working and marriage and motherhood had dimmed her playmate aura just a bit. Now she was a stylish and alluring woman, a head-turner, with a face and a figure that made her easy to look at and nice to hold and a delight to play around with in bed.

She came back to his bed, stretched out next to him on her back and told him,"You are the man!" And while he was lying on his side next to her, propped up on his elbow, his hand supporting his head, he said to her, "And you are the woman."

"Whew," she sighed, followed with, "you have no idea how bad I needed that, thank you."

He thought for a moment before asking, "Had a rough week, huh?" While gently kneading her mound, her mons pubis, with his free hand.

"Mmm," she responded to his hand feeling her and said, "just give me a few minutes."

He responded back, "Relax, I'm just gonna feel you while we talk."

"Gentle," she coaxed him in a soft voice.

Another thing he'd learned about her was she liked to talk and rant about things going on in her life. And she was comfortable with telling him almost anything and everything. He'd become her soundboard. So he perceived she had something on her mind and said, "So, tell me about your week. What the heck is going on?"

She thought for a moment before saying, "Oh, it's nothing in particular, just another week of my stupid and mundane and boring and routine life, that's all."

For a moment he pondered what he'd heard her say before he laughingly mocked her by saying, "Mundane? Boring? Routine? Really? Really now!"

She picked up on the point he was trying to make and replied, "Yea, you're right. I take that back. I shouldn't say that. I have a good life, I really do."

"Yea, that's what I was thinking. Because from what you've told me you have a very busy and fulfilling life that's anything but routine," he said while examining the thickness and texture of her pubic hair.

She had a nice bush which she kept trimmed to fit properly with the sexy panties and thongs she wore. And running his fingers through it was one of the things he would do while they had these talks between sessions of coitus.

"You have Josh and your children. And you have your family and friends. And you have your job and your church activities."

"I do, and it's not them, they're all great. It's me! It's just sometimes my routine gets to me. It's got to where doing the same things over and over drags me down. And it's not just work. It's everything about my life... work and family and the kid's school activities and church and shopping. Everything is a dang routine! And that's what happened to me this week, my routine just got to me and I almost had a melt down."

"You know what I mean?" She asked.

Of course he empathized with her saying, "Yea I know what you mean. A routine can really get you down sometimes. It gets all of us down from time to time, but that's life."

But he was a man who didn't know routine. Well, that is, he hadn't known a routine for some time.

He was a lifelong bachelor. An independent man who chartered his own course by working primarily as a freelance construction engineer and secondarily as an architectural photographer.

And he was a worldly man who, from serving in the military and then working for global engineering and construction companies, had been about everywhere in the world and done all kinds of things and had had all kinds of experiences and seen all kinds of stuff and had been with all sorts of people.

And for a man like him a routine like hers was not a part of his lifestyle.

And she knew that about him.

So his empathy didn't register as sincere because she knew he was just being nice. But she accepted his well intended remark and went on with ranting about her routine, "It's like tonight, we're going out to eat with two or three couples from our Sunday school class. We do this almost every Saturday night and with the same people. And we'll go to the same restaurant we always go to." 

She paused with that thought for a moment and then continued to say, "And I'll order the same thing I always order..., duh!"

He was listening.

"And we'll talk about the same things we always talk about. Our conversation never changes," she bemoaned.

Then she added, "And the men will just talk about sports. That's all they talk about and nothing else. How in heck can they talk so much about sports? I just don't get it!"

She abruptly paused after that remark and seemed to be in deep thought about something.

So while she was thinking he said, "Give me a minute" and got up and went to the bathroom. And when he came back she had switched from lying on her back to reclining on her side, propped up on her elbow, her hand supporting her head.

He sat down on the bed beside her and continued listening to her rant about her routine, "Like tonight, after we go out to eat with our friends we'll get back home about nine o'clock and Josh will study his Sunday school lesson and I'll watch television until we go to bed around eleven."

As he traced the lacy pattern on her garter belt with his finger he asked, "Why does he wait until Saturday night to study his Sunday school lesson? Why don't he study it during the week? Saturday night should be your's and his time together."

"I don't know. He always does it that way," she answered.

"So that's his routine," he remarked.

She thought for a moment and then in a despairing tone of voice said, "Yes, that's his routine and that's what I'm talking about. Our life is nothing but a routine that just goes around and around in circles and never changes."

For a few moments the room was quiet and then he chuckled and said, "You're like that movie 'Groundhog Day' where Bill Murray lives it over and over and he can't escape."

He hit a nerve with that remark and she responded, "Yea! You're right, you're right, that's me! I'm like Bill Murray living 'Groundhog Day' over and over with no hope of getting out!"

He was listening to her but his attention was on the garter belt, garters and stockings ensemble she had come to him wearing.

And he was thinking, as he'd done before, "Where does she get this stuff?"

And he wondered, as he'd done before, "Does she wear this stuff for Josh? Does he ever see her like this?"

But he kind of doubted it because of what she'd hinted about Josh it didn't sound like he was the kind of guy who was aroused by sexual kind of stuff. From what she had insinuated it sounded like Josh was an easy chair, chips and dip kind of guy who gets aroused when his team scores more so than seeing his wife in sexy lingerie.

And that thought caused him to wonder, as he'd done before, "Why is this sex machine married to Josh?" And he wondered, "How in hell did their union come about?" And he too wondered, "How in hell have they stayed together and married."

It seemed odd because the more he learned about her, and the more he heard about Josh, their marriage didn't add up. And then here she was with him so he figured that said it all about the state of her and Josh's marriage.

He guessed it must have been young love that brought them together but something happened and now they were just staying together for the children. Or maybe it was a religious thing. Or maybe divorce would be too embarrassing for their families.

He didn't know for sure. He was only guessing. But he was certain something had to be going on between her and Josh.

But regardless of her marriage situation she was lying next to him on his bed and looking fetching in her sexy lingerie. And he felt stupid for questioning why he was getting what he was getting and he laughed to himself and thought, "Don't look a gift horse in the mouth."

So while she was ranting about her routine he was caught up with her garter belt and garters. And his attention was on how those things had the provocative purpose of drawing attention to her lower anatomy and the functional purpose of helping to hold up her stockings.

She always wore stockings and high heels and she always kept them on while they had sex. And he was curious as to why. But instead of asking he was satisfied with believing it was a fetish thing. Or maybe she was acting out some fantasy.

All the while he was pondering why she liked to have sex in her high heels and stockings, she was telling him, "And it's like tomorrow, we'll get up and rush around to get dressed to go to Sunday school and Church. And when I get there I'll have to rush to teach a group of young girls their Sunday school lesson because I only get about thirty minutes after the assembly."

"And I do this every week! And I mean every week! And it never changes!" she exclaimed in a frustrated tone of voice.

She paused from talking for a moment while she thought about what she had told him and what she would tell him next.

"And after Sunday school we rush to the choir room, put on our choir robes and march out to the sanctuary for the Church service."

Meanwhile her garter belt, garters, stockings and high heels had accomplished their provocative purpose and aroused him. He was ready to take her again and had moved his hand to between her legs to get things started.

In response to his hand she raised her leg up a little to give him access to her genitalia, all the while telling him, "And then the Church service is the same old routine. One of the associate pastors gets up makes some announcements and welcomes the visitors. Then the congregation sings a couple of songs. Then they take up the offering. Then the choir sings a song. And then the senior pastor preaches his sermon. And then it's over."

"It's like I've been saying, it's just the same old routine and it's beginning to drive me crazy!" she exclaimed.

"And after Church we go to my parents house for Sunday dinner and we talk about the same old stuff. And after we eat dinner and cleanup we go home and Josh watches whatever sports is on TV and plays video games until it's time to got to bed."

Now by the time she had finished with her rant he was fondling her and she him. And that's when she abruptly switched from reclining on her side to lying on her back. And then looking up at him, looking into his eyes, she said, "I need to be kissed. I need to be kissed in the worst way."

So he leaned down and kissed her. And while kissing her he fingered her and stimulated her clitoris. And it wasn't long before she was aroused and wet and he started moving into position to take her.

But she had another idea.

"Slow down mister, it's my turn," she told him as she switched from lying on her back to up on her hands and knees beside him.

"Now just relax and let me work," she instructed while pushing him down onto his back.

With him positioned the way she wanted, she mounted and straddled him and pleasured herself by stroking her genitalia across his and presenting her sizable breasts for him to fondle.

Of course he was expecting her to progress from just stroking him to actually mounting him, because he figured that her remark - let me work - meant that she was going to take him cowgirl style.

But instead she slid down off of his body to between his legs. And there she went down on him and his cock disappeared behind a curtain of blonde hair. So he couldn't clearly see it but he could feel it and hear it when she took him in her mouth and sucked him better than any Pattaya City Soi Buakhao bar girl had ever sucked him. And it wasn't costing him 700 or 800 Baht.

Then after she had sucked him off and swallowed everything he had in him she got up and went to the bathroom and came back with a warm wet washcloth and a towel. And while she cleaned and dried his cock and balls he chuckled and thought to himself, "Hell, she's easily worth 900 Baht." And having lived and worked in that part of the world he would know.

She took the washcloth and towel back to the bathroom where she remained to freshen up.

Now while she was in the bathroom he went to the kitchen to make coffee. And while waiting for it to brew he thought about her performing oral sex on him. She'd never done that with him. This was the first time. But it was obvious she'd done it with someone. She wasn't a novice at sucking a man's cock by any stretch of the imagination.

But his thinking about her and oral sex was interrupted when she came into the kitchen looking fresh and wearing one of his shirts over her lingerie ensemble, still without the bra and thong.

She sat down on a stool at the kitchen island and exclaimed, "Ooh, that coffee smells so good!"

Actually she was smelling the lingering aroma from the coffee beans he'd ground for his French press coffee maker.

"It's just finished brewing, want a cup?"

"Of course, I love your French press coffee. I wished we made coffee like that at home but Josh says it's too much work so we use the Keurig."

"Of course he thinks it's too much work," he thought as he poured them each a cup.

She took a sip and said, "Mmm, this is so good."

"Here, have one of these. I picked them up at the bakery this morning. They're fresh," he told her as he set a box of pastries on the island in front of her.

"Oh god, these are decadent," she remarked while looking over the pastries and choosing a chocolate brioche.

He chose a beignet and sat down beside her.

Sitting with her legs crossed and his shirt barely concealing that she was topless and bottomless, he thought, "Damn, she's the picture of allure." And he wanted to get his camera and start photographing her right then and there.

However, he'd already tried that and she'd waved him off from taking any pictures of her in any way and at any time.

But he was working on her and was confident that someday she'd change her mind and let him a photograph her. But right now this was an opportunity lost and he regretted it because he knew a good shot when he saw one.

"Was that good for you?" she asked him while she sipped the coffee and nibbled on the brioche.

Not catching what she was asking him, because he was preoccupied with his thoughts of photographing her, he asked, "Was what good?"

"You know, the blowjob," she coyly replied.

"Of course it was good," he answered.

And in a sincere tone of voice he asked her, "Was it good for you?"

"Yes, yes it was. I like doing oral on you," she told him.

And then, without thinking, he asked her, "Why?"

And she didn't think twice to tell him, "Because I love the feel of your cock in my mouth and the taste of your cum."

Then she added, "It's so sensual."

And then, "It's so wicked!" She exclaimed in a dark and sultry tone of voice.

The - "It's so wicked!" - remark and the uncharacteristic tone of voice caught him off guard and he abruptly changed the subject, "How about a shot of Kahlúa to go with your coffee?"

"Kahlúa?"

"Yea, that would be nice," she replied. Even though she didn't know what Kahlúa was, much less had ever had any. But it sounded good and if he were going to have a shot she'd have one too.

And while he was setting up the Kahlúa she said, "I guess I shouldn't tell you this but Josh won't let me do oral on him."

He was listening.

And she added, "He used to, but not anymore."

He heard her but didn't say anything and kept his attention on pouring the Kahlúa.

And she went on to say, "I try, but he tells me no. He says he can't get into it anymore."

Now that got his attention and before he could stop himself he asked, "Why?"

And she cryptically answered with a sigh, "Josh has problems."

Leaving the question - What are Josh's problems? - hanging in the air and begging to be asked.

And he was about to stick his neck out and ask that question when she said, "I guess you're wondering what it is with Josh, so I'll tell you..., Josh has changed."

"Changed? How has he changed?"

"He's struggling with himself," she told him.

He thought for a second before asking, "What do you mean he's struggling with himself?"

She thought for a few moments before stuttering, "He's..., he's..., he's like a lot of men his age," she paused and then continued, "he's struggling..., he's struggling with manhood."

He thought for a second or two before asking, "Is he gay?" and thinking if Josh was gay that would explain why she was involved with him.

"No, no, he's not gay. Nothing like that," she quickly replied, and then added, "it's..., he's struggling with..., with who he's supposed to be and who he's not supposed to be."

He thought for a second before asking, "What in hell does that mean?" in a confused tone of voice.

"Look, people in our age group don't like manly men," she explained.

And then added, "Manly men are considered toxic. It's not cool to be a manly kind of man. So men have to figure out how to change and how they can get along. And not get cancelled."

He thought for a moment before remarking, "This is that crazy woke culture bullshit, isn't it?"

"I guess," was all she said.

"So, Josh has gone woke and he's fucked up your love life." He remarked.

She thought before saying, "I wouldn't say he's woke..., and he's not messed up our love life," she replied.

And then added, "But..., our sex life is messed up because of his struggling with his manhood."

He thought for a moment and then asked, "You still have sex, right?"

"Oh yea, we still have sex," she paused and then continued to say, "just not as frequent..., and it's different."

She paused for a minute and then added, "It's more..., I guess..., basic."

"Basic?" He remarked in an inquisitive tone of voice.

"What I mean is now when we have sex it's me on my back and him on top of me pushing and pulling his weeny in out of me until he cums, which takes less than ten minutes from start to finish."

Then she further added, "And he never lets me be on top. And he never takes me from behind or from the side. And like I said, we never do oral."

"Whoa! Too much information!" he thought, and immediately wished he'd never asked the question and never heard the answer.

Their conversation had gone way too far, at least for him.

After that revelation the atmosphere in the kitchen felt strange. The normal comforting hum of the house was gone. Those telltale sounds old houses make were not heard. You could hear a pin drop. The air was heavy. And it felt like the temperature was rising.

It was an uncomfortable moment.

And in that moment she waited to hear what he would say. But frankly he didn't know what to say. And he was wishing they'd never gone down this path. He'd heard too much about her and Josh's sex life.

So it was awkward as they sat side by side in silence, both waiting on the other to speak.

And finally the silence got to her and she felt she needed to say something else. So she blurted out in an almost apologetic tone of voice, "But don't get me wrong, Josh is a good man and I love him. I love him dearly. He's a good husband to me and he's a good father to our children. It's just that his struggle with himself keeps us from fully enjoying our sex life."

And just like that he knew.

He didn't have to imagine or wonder or guess anymore. He knew how she truly felt about Josh. She loved him. He was a good husband and father. But they had a problem with their sex life. And that problem was stemming from Josh's need to be less manly and fit in at his work and with his friends. His need to be accepted by the culture.

Then she added, "And I'm not alone in this situation. There are more women going through the same thing with their husbands."

He was listening to her as he poured some of his Kahlúa into his coffee.

She did the same and took a sip.

"This is so good!" she exclaimed.

"Glad you like it," he said.

She took another sip, savored it and then said, "As I was saying, many women are going through what I am."

She paused to take another sip of her Kahlúa coffee and then said, "A friend of mine says her husband has been neutered and lobotomized of his manhood."

That struck a nerve and he exclaimed, "Damn, that's harsh!"

"Yea, harsh is the right word," she replied. "Because when men lose their masculinity they become dorks, and it's harsh."

"Dorks?"

"What do you mean dorks?" He asked.

She thought a minute and then said, "You know, antisocial."

She saw the puzzled look on his face.

"Look, when men lose their masculinity all they want to do is watch sports, play video games and hang out with each other."

And she added, "They lose their drive and ambition. They drop out. They live vicariously online and watching television. They lose their interest in women. They become antisocial."

"They're dorks!"

He thought for a few moments about what she'd told him and then asked, "How do you cope with this? How do you deal with it?"

She laughed and said, "I come to you on Saturdays, that's how I deal with it."

He nervously chuckled and said, "Oh yea."

Then she told him, "Look, I need to explore my sexuality but I can't do it with Josh because he's not interested in anything more than some occasional basic sex."

He was listening.

She thought for moment and then said, "Before I'm too old I want to experience as much sensuality as I can."

She paused again before saying, "I want to experience being a sexy and desirable woman while I can, but..."

She paused again.

"But I can't do it with Josh because he's more interested in fucking sports and fucking video games and hanging out with his fucking friends and being a fucking dork!" She exclaimed in an angry tone of voice.

He was taken aback because he'd never heard her utter a single curse word.

"I want to be a woman but I can't be one with a man who doesn't want to be a man."

She paused for a second.

"Or one who doesn't know how to be a man."

"I hate it!"

"I hate it!"

"God, I hate this crap!"

"I hate these men are the way they are! What the fuck is wrong with them!" She exclaimed.

After that short rant she got control of herself and thought for a couple of minutes before saying, in a sarcastic tone of voice, "Anyway, that's what I'm dealing with. I'm in a boring routine life and I'm married to a man who has been neutered and lobotomized of his manhood."

"I'm Sorry," he said in a sincere tone of voice.

"Why are you sorry, you're getting the benefit of all of his crap?" She remarked sarcastically.

He didn't know what to say and the kitchen went eerily quiet again.

And while he waited for her to say something else she was thinking about what she'd already told him and regretting she got into this conversation.

She'd never intended to talk with him about Josh. Her struggle with Josh was her secret. And she'd intended to keep it her secret. But now she'd put it out on the table for him to see and she hated it. And she didn't want to talk about Josh anymore. So she changed the conversation to talk about him.

"But you're not one of these men, are you?" she asked in an admiring sounding tone of voice.

He thought a moment or two before saying, "No, I'm a man and I'm going to be a man and act like a man. That's who I am and I'm not changing. I don't give a fuck what society or the culture thinks or wants or expects or even demands. Fuck 'em. And if they don't like it they know where to find me."

Upon hearing him say that she looked him right in the eye and said,"I want you to understand something..., I love you but I don't love you like I love Josh. I love you for who you are and what you are and for what we do together and for what you give to me."

His body stiffened and he replied "Okay," in an apprehensive tone of voice. Because her speaking of love to him instantly triggered a memory of when he'd been involved with a woman and love and it ended bad. And he didn't want to get in that deep with a woman ever again.

But that memory went away as quickly as it had popped into his head when she added, "But please understand that our relationship will never go any further than just sex. Because I love Josh regardless of his problems."

"It's hard to explain but together we have more than sex. I'll never leave him. And unless something happens we'll grow old together."

"But, I'm sorry to say, our sex life will never be what I need it to be."

She paused to think and get her thoughts together.

"So..., I know it's wrong..., but I need someone with whom I can explore my sexuality."

"I need someone I can experience as much sensuality with as possible."

"Someone with whom I can be sexy and desirable."

And in an almost relieved tone of voice he asked, "And for right now I'm that someone?"

"Yes, you're that someone and you can be that someone until you don't want to be that someone anymore," She smiled and said as she slipped off the stool and into his arms and kissed him.

She kissed him passionately. She pressed her lips firmly against his lips and used a lingering and passionate motion with her tongue to convey a strong desire with sexual intent.

Responding to her desire he lifted her and set her on the island. And once he got her laid back and positioned like he wanted, he spread her legs and went down on her, beginning with licking her clitoris and then going deep into her with his tongue.

Connoisseurs of women would judge her to be in the caviar class. A delicacy befitting only the few select men who truly appreciate the taste of a fine woman like her. And him being one of those few select men he most certainly appreciated what he had before him. And he partook her accordingly and carried her to a state of overwhelming sensuality.

After he finished indulging on her he helped her down off the island, turned her around and leaned her across it. She spread out her legs and her high heels lifted and angled her into the proper position for him to take her from behind.

But instead of going ahead and taking her he toyed with her with his cock. Sliding it between her legs and across her genitalia; and rubbing it across her ass. Letting her feel that he was fully erect and hard. Arousing her and prompting her to plead, "Oh god, put it in me! Please put it in me! Please!"

She sounded so desperate that he gave into to her pleas and stopped toying with her and took her. He spread her labia, penetrated through her vulva, slipped deep into her vagina and touched that spot that Josh had never touched and would never touch.

And each time he thrust into her and touched the spot she gasped and moaned and made all the other sounds a woman makes when she's being taken by a man who has no hang-ups with taking her as nature intended for her to be taken.

All the while, out in the suburbs Josh was home with their children and watching college football with a couple of his friends. Content with believing his wife was shopping and having lunch with a friend from work. Certain that she'd soon be home and they'd get ready to go out to dinner with their friends.

In the city they'd moved from the kitchen to his bedroom where they finished.

And afterwards they cuddled until it was time.

"God, I hate it when we get here!" she said out loud as she left him on the bed to go to the bathroom to get ready to leave.

He watched her move across the room and replied, "I know."

She stopped short of going into the bathroom and told him, "I don't want to go."

He started saying, "I don't want you to go. Stay..."

But she stopped him.

"Don't..., don't say it, please don't say it," she told him before she stepped into the bathroom and closed the door behind her.

After more than few minutes she come out looking fresh. She'd showered, fixed her hair and put on fresh makeup and lipstick.

She dressed in his bedroom and then joined him in the living room where they embraced and kissed and said their goodbyes.

She told him she loved him and she hoped she would see him next Saturday.

And then she went back to the suburbs to Josh and her children and her family and her friends.

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