Missing You - Sex Stories

Missing You

... it was his wife! Finally she began removing an article of clothes, first her bra came off and Anna played with her newly-freed tits for a bit. Then she took off her garter belt in the sexiest manner she could, followed by her heels and stockings. At last, the only thing left on was her g-string and the song ended. She climbed back on the bed, still wearing her panties. There was a slight pause, "Fuck, baby, You're really hot tonight!" Michael croaked, as he tried to find his voice. "Thank you." "I wish I were there with you, baby," he said, softly. "Me, too." "And that we were both naked." "Mmm-hmm." Anna said, biting her lip a little. "And that you were on top of me riding me with my cock buried as deeply inside your dripping snatch as it will go." "Oh God, yesss..." she moaned. Anna rubbed her young full tits, toying with her hard nipples. She shuddered, her breath already quickening. "Yes," she replied. "And that we were face-to-face as you fucked me so hard. And you played with my tits, pinching and pulling my nipples as I bounced up and down on your hard cock, shoving you even deeper into my body, driving you into my hungry cunt." "You are such a dirty little slut aren't you," he said. Hearing him call her a slut, just like he did that night at the hotel, was the deal breaker. She was instantly putty in his hands. "Yess.." she moaned softly. "So... Are you naked yet?" Anna asked. "Yes." She grinned, imagining Michael's muscular, tan body stretched out on the bed of ...

... his hotel room, his seven-inch dick hard as a steel rod, pulsing in perfect rhythm with his heartbeat, a bit of clear pre-cum oozing from its swollen purple tip. Her heart beat faster and she instantly got wetter. "What are you still wearing, slut?" he asked her. "Just my G-string." "Good girl," he told her, his voice a low growl now. "And what about those sexy brown curls of yours? Are they flowing down over your shoulders?" he asked. Repositioning herself on her bed, she stretched out and slipped underneath the covers. "Yes," she answered. "Tell me Anna, have you been thinking about that night?" he asked her. Vivid images flashed through her mind of Michael fingering her pussy. "Yes," she whispered. She did indeed remember the last night they were together. It was just after their 5th anniversary and he had taken her to a nice restaurant for dinner. She remembered the fancy white tablecloth, the fine china dishes - it was a five star restaurant and the nicest one she had ever been to. He had arranged for them to have a quiet table in a dark corner. She wondered why at the time, but he soon showed her. Michael had always been an bold, audacious guy, always looking for adventure and willing to take risks. She liked his no-holds-barred outlook and daredevil spirit. But she was completely unprepared for what he had planned for this night. After they had ordered their meal, he reached under the table and began stroking her thigh just below her dress hem. "Michael! What are you ...