When I heard the key in the door, I knew it was the start of the weekend we’d carved out for ourselves — no work, no kids, just us!

Walter’s smile had a hint of mischief. I went to greet him, and in his kiss I felt all the pent-up desire and love.

“Did you get Cathy off to her sleepover all right?” he asked as he put his keys down and slipped his jacket off. I put my index finger over his mouth and said, “Uh-uh, no daddy talk. The girls’ll be up all night talking and laughing and carrying on. Let’s us just think about us being up all night talking and laughing and carrying on.”

He knew I’d been working out, and noticed the TV was on, with a DVD on pause. He hit PLAY, and when it resumed said, “Ah, I see what you’ve been up to, you sexaholic! I thought it reeked of sex in here.” He asked for a drink, which I had all ready. As he sipped, his eyes glued to my body, he said, “I see you’ve been working out.”

I like it when he notices! With a bulge in his pants, he said, “Why don’t you just show me the kind of workout you did while you watched this, you horny slut?”

He pointed to the stool beside him, being careful not to block his view of the TV and the threeway taking place on it. From the moans and screams, I knew that the bitch I saw earlier was getting another good fucking. I was feeling the heat.

I ran my hands over my arms and legs, and grazed my breasts, the nipples hard as diamonds. I had already kicked my shoes and socks off and now started to lift my T-shirt over my head.

Walter said, “Slower, bitch! I want you ready to fuck anything!” It didn’t occur to him that I might already be there! I let the T-shirt fall to the floor and untied my sweatpants, then as they slid to the floor turned to give Walter a full view. What he’d described as the reek of sex became stronger, being the pungent smell of wet pussy.

After stepping out of the sweatpants, I turned to face him. He said, “Come here and pull my dick out for me,” then took another slow sip along with a quick glance over at the movie. It was a new scene: two men helping a young woman move into her apartment. I watched over my shoulder as I pulled on Walter’s zipper. I remembered vividly how this scene ends, having masturbated to a shattering climax while watching it the week before!

As I pulled his underwear down, his purple cockhead sprang free, ready to do whatever it pleased and to whomever. I finished pulling his underwear down, then had him step out of his pants and the underwear (his feet were already bare). I was ready to return to the hungry beast, but he snapped, “Don’t you dare touch it! First show me just how hot of a cunt you have.”

He took matters literally in his own skilled hands, rubbing his shaft and teasing the head just enough to start his pleasure ride. I loved how he gently pumped his dick; raw pleasure flashed across his face. I wished I could feel his throbbing dick inside me, but I understood that first I had to earn it.

I moved back to my perch and moved my hips slowly while pulling on my nipples through my sports bra and rubbing my pussy. I leaned over to give Walter a generous view of my tits brimming out over the top of my bra. As I twisted my nipples, I hissed. He didn’t know how to respond, not knowing if the hissing came from pain or pleasure.

I pulled my bra off and walked closer to him, so my tits could dance across his face while he pumped his dick. I moaned as he lapped my hard nipples. The sound of him sucking on them was as intense as the feeling of pleasure it produced.

I rubbed my hands over his tongue trail. Backing off, I judged that his dick would need my attention soon — at least I hoped so! I turned so that my ass was toward him and bent over, then pulled my panties aside to give access to my swollen cunt.

“Oh, see what a hot slut you are!” Walter said as he caressed my ass and legs. His touch aroused me so that I had to rub my fucking hot pussy. I tugged at the sides of my panties and let them drop to the floor, while remaining bent over and spreading my legs still farther apart. Through my legs I had a clear view of my stallion, sitting on the edge of the couch with his horse dick in hand. Then he was licking his fingers and reaching for my dripping box.

When Walter’s finger just touched the tip of my drooping lip, I let out a moan. I put my hands on my ass cheeks and held them open to allow him still more access to my pouting lips. He worked his fingers over them and into my cunt, lingering over my clit long enough to make my thighs and ass quiver.

“Oh yes, baby,” I purred, “make your bitch come!”

He worked my ass harder and harder until, panting with lust, I snarled, “I need a dick, goddamn it!”

He swung me around so that my face was inches from his weapon, in ready-to-fire mode. “Suck me good,” he said while licking my juice from his fingers.

I said, “You what?”

He looked puzzled.

“You slut,” I said. “I think you meant, ‘Suck me good, you slut,’ didn’t you?”

“Ah! Suck me good, you slut,” he said, smiling.

I was starving for Walter’s dick. I wanted to make him feel a madness of pleasure comparable to what he had just made me feel.

I worked his dickhead with one hand while with the other I rubbed his balls clean. I love feeling his hard-on against my throat. While he moaned his approval, I looked up and saw the lust in his eyes, a look that has driven me to destinations beyond pleasure — a ride that we have taken often together.

His beloved balls tightened in my hands while I squeezed them gently. I was moving my tongue up and down his shaft to tickle them, then returning to a hard and determined suck, gobbling down as much of his molten shaft as I possibly could. He hissed excitedly and pulled me away from my labors, saying, “You’re not ready for my come yet!”

Again I said, “You what?” And this time he got it. “You bitch,” he said. “You’re not ready for my come yet, you bitch!” He said to stand up and bend over. “I want to fuck a nasty cunt and make her come on my dick!”

The next thing I felt was Walter’s shaft pounding hard and deep inside my swollen walls and his balls slapping my ass. He kept pumping harder.

Taking hold of the hand I was working my cunt with, he said, “You don’t work that pussy without permission, you cunt!”

“Yes, dear” was all that I could manage between strokes. I screamed wildly and my knees buckled as I came. He slowed his pace and rubbed my clit to make sure every last drop of my juice dripped on his dick. Then he thrust his drenched dick at me and said, “Clean me up, you slut!”

And did I ever! I didn’t miss a drop. I sucked slow and deep, licking precious come from him. His dick was almost as hard as before, the head a nice purple. He let me suck him another minute, then lifted me up into his arms. As we kissed unendingly, I knew who rocked my world — always and only Walter.

I was still shaking from my climax, and he tasted my come on my mouth. I fell into his arms on the couch, and we sat silent yet content while the movie continued to play on. We laughed, both of us thinking that we were much hotter than any couple in any porn movie.