The Best Sex I ever had Wasn't with My Wife
Sometimes what you want is what you haven't had...
It was a usual day for me I must admit, rather boring, simple, the way I like it...uneventful. Little did I know that there was a sexual predator hunting me this day. i went through my normal paces, unaware of what lie in wait.
She was a beautiful bronze-skinned woman with waivy hair worn in a loose ponytail. Her smile was rare, but when she talked you could catch a glimpse of a dimple on her left cheek. She was polite, assertive and very decisive--the complete opposite of my wife.
She shared a few things in common with my wife though, they both dressed in summer dresses and loved thong flip-flops and sandals and vivid colors and large purses that contain make-up maintenence kits and receipts from dinners and keys and such. They both loved children, they both had a soft spot for carrot cake.
But this woman was very different, and I had no clue. Once the opportunity arose, she pounced. With the faint sound of children running about in the yard, a door slams. She presses herself against it, inhales a deep breathe, then walks slowly towards me. As she approaches, the undone straps of her sundress release, causing an unveiling of nudity. Her breast are soft and her deep breathing is stimulating.
She gently takes my hands and guides me. She kisses my neck...why doesn't my wife ever...then she grabs my belt, undoing the buckle with one hand.
As I came to, I felt the breeze of the window opened next to me. I rolled over and the woman was lying next to me. She was completely clothed, holding my infant son. She shoved another spoonful of oatmeal into his mouth, looked at me and winked.
It was then that I realized that the seductive plot to seduce me was initiated as soon as my wife assumed the identity of the dominator...
the best sex i ever had was with the woman my wife becomes when she's in the mood.