“Fuck, Buddy,” she gasped, her body trembling. The casual tone of her request did little to mask the underlying invitation. When she saw me, her face lit up with a smile that sent a jolt of electricity through me. My life is comfortable, yet there’s an undercurrent of restlessness. Dressed in his usual business attire, he moved with the practiced efficiency of someone who had done this routine countless times before. She leaned forward slightly, giving me a glimpse down her blouse, her eyes twinkling with mischief. I reached up, grabbing her breasts, feeling their weight in my hands. “Come in.”
I stepped inside, and she closed the door behind me. She leaned in close, her lips brushing against my ear as she whispered, “I can’t wait for him to leave again. “Fuck, Anna,” I murmured against her lips. “Good boy,” Anna murmured, guiding Buddy’s head between her legs. Reluctantly, we pulled apart, our breathing heavy. “That was fucking incredible,” she whispered, her voice soft and satisfied.
