We had been skirting around our idea of flirting for a while, Caleb and I. My husband never really

treated me like a woman, while Caleb's eyes constantly danced around my body,

teasing me with the prospect of finally feeling fulfilled with someone that craved to satisfy me,

and not just own me. One afternoon, while my husband was out late, we had snuck away on an innocent night

at his place, dinner and a movie. My plan was simple. I'd get him so pent up over the next few

hours that he can't refuse his lust over me.

Then I'm going to fuck him like a wild animal, like I've always dreamed of.

When I heard the door click, I giggled to myself, imagining his face as he gawked at my

ass, realizing his desperation to finally have me.

Just as I was about to rise from the sofa and greet him, I felt a strong, firm hand

press against the back of my head, pushing my back down into the sofa. At the same time,

I felt a man behind me grasp at my panties, tearing them from my body with ease. I could barely

react, stunned into silence as my holes were suddenly exposed and vulnerable.

Take me upstairs and fuck me, Caleb. I don't know where it came from. Nowhere in my mind did I

even consider saying these things, but they slipped from my lips so readily that I questioned

my own sanity. There was a silence as Caleb admired his willing toy, but he didn't keep me there

for long. Taking a firm grip of my hair, he guided me up the stairs, my pussy throbbing with each step.

Caleb smirked to himself as I desperately staggered behind him, trying not to trip as I was led away to his bedroom.

Now this is what I've been waiting for. Caleb came around the corner,

with me still trailing behind him. He wasted no time in guiding me into the room, watching as I

clumsily fell backwards onto the bed, trying to act sexy as my chest rapidly rose and fell,

my ragged breaths giving away my arousal. I instinctively parted my legs for Caleb, eliciting a chuckle as he

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