It was a rainy Friday evening. As I prepared for a night out on the town, I felt overwhelmed by thoughts of nastiness.

At first I tried to ignore them, but they just seemed to get stronger. When my husband poked his head in the door to tell me we had to get going, there seemed to be a surge of electricity between us. I could see it in his eyes. I knew he could see it in mine, but we had no time to indulge ourselves.

We dropped the kids at my parents’ place, then drove to the hot spot of the night. Along the way, I teased him by running my nails up and down his legs, stopping and starting in unexpected places. When we arrived at our destination, he parked the car, caressed me, and trailed his tongue up and down the most sensitive area of my neck. But it was too soon for the real game to begin; I wanted him... Leer Más