My lover gets me hot before my husband comes home
“I wish you were a runner,” he texts. “I could use you out in front of me, so I could chase that great ass of yours down the road for motivation. You could be my rabbit! 😁”
“That would certainly add a new meaning to the phrase, catch me, fuck me,” I replied. “But now all I can think about is this porno we watched a while back where the woman had on a rabbit mask and the guy had on a fox mask. He chased her around until he caught her and brought her back to his lair to devour — sexually, of course, not literally. That would be gross! 😆 It was kind of artsy, but also pretty sexy. I would love to be your rabbit; well as long as you just chased me around the yard and I didn’t have to actually do any sustained running.”
“I could have really used a rabbit out there this morning,” he said. “Training for this marathon is kicking my ass! I can’t wait to see you again. I’ve been thinking of all the things I want to do with you. I wish you were a member of my gym. I’d love to watch you work up a sweat.”
“Most guys would have said, ‘so I can watch you bend over in short gym shorts or yoga pants, but then again, you aren’t most guys…”
“Yoga pants and gym shorts are great,” he replied, “but I’d really like to see some work being done in them first! Then I’d help you out of your sweaty clothes and we could hit the showers together before trying out some more nude, prone exercises.”
“Or you could lick the salt off my body and do some tequila shots out of my navel.”
“Oh wow,” he said. “Now I’m imagining licking the salt from your body — just wow!”
By now, my body is really starting to hum with this sexy banter. Talking about our fantasies has me wet and horny, but I won’t get to see him for at least two more weeks.
“I’ve gotta run,” I say. “My husband just pulled into the garage.”
“Ok,” he says, “talk soon…”
My husband comes through the door and I go to greet him, giving him a long, lingering kiss.
“What have you been thinking about?” he asks with a smile.
“I’ve been flirting,” I say, starting to unbuckle his belt, “and I want your dick in my mouth NOW!” He puts down his briefcase and lets me lead him over to the sofa, where I take out his cock. I kneel in front of him, slide him into my mouth up to the base of his rod and begin to suck him off enthusiastically.
“This is a nice welcome home after a hard day,” he says in between sighs of bliss. “Maybe you should flirt with him every day right before I get home.”
“I think we might be able to arrange that,” I say, and twirl my tongue around the underside of his shaft before moving up to suck hard on the tip. It makes him gasp in pleasure, and so I do it again and again, moving up and down his cock with fast, slurpy, wet motions until I sense that he’s just about ready to spill. When he comes in my mouth, I don’t stop right away, forcing him to go to the very outer limits of where pleasure becomes too much to bear.
“Oh, you are a vixen,” my husband sighs, pushing my head away gently so that he can catch his breath.
“Well, that’s how it goes,” I say with a laugh. “Sometimes I’m the rabbit, and sometimes I’m the fox.”