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It had been a long week, and I missed him so much.  I hadn’t seen him for over two weeks, this business trip he was on had been longer than the others.  Only more day until I would see him again, and I couldn’t wait to get him naked.  I was insanely frustrated and wanted to have him in my bed, with his hands all over me, his fingers inside me.  I missed his touch, the way he trails his fingers down my thigh in the mornings to wake me up.

Walking through the door to our home, I dropped my keys and handbag on the hallway table I kicked off my shoes and padded through the carpeted corridor to the bedroom.  Having had dinner with some friends before coming home I wanted to settle in my favourite chair.  I had received an anonymous package in the post a few days ago and inside was a hot and steamy erotic novel.

There was no message inside, and I didn’t have any idea as to who had sent it to me, but I was enjoying it immensely.  I had spent the last three nights falling asleep with a smile on my face.  The husband-wife sex scenes and hotwife sex had helped me come more than once and aided my ease into sleep.  I sent a grateful thank out into the universe to whoever had sent the book.  I was hooked and wanted to finish reading it this evening.

Changing from my restrictive work clothes of a tight pencil skirt and crisp white blouse, I threw on a t-shirt, keeping my panties and digging out some oversized socks to put on.  Walking across to the chair, I picked up the book and found the bookmarked page and read on.  The characters were coming home from work themselves and were unable to wait until they were inside the apartment to make love.

The male character had his lady up against the wall and was thrusting up into her, hard.  I was imagining her head thrown back in ecstasy as they let out their mutual orgasms.

I felt the cushion dip next to me.  I was so absorbed with the lust and passion of the sex scene I had just read I had not heard that someone else was in our apartment with me.  I felt the tips of four fingers trail their way down my exposed thigh and to my knee.  By the time his fingers had reached the back of my knee my eyes were closed and I breathed in a lung full of air and smelt the familiar aftershave of my lover.