My Secret at Work

I can barely bring myself to type this, but it’s eating me up inside. My husband and I were driving to a late shift when he suddenly said we should go back to my place for an hour or so before heading in, something about getting some energy back after a long day. We got there, locked the door, and started making out right away on the living room floor. Before I knew it, his hands were down my pants, fingers inside me already slick with wetness from our kiss. Then he unbuttoned my jeans, yanked them off along with my panties, and pulled out his hard cock to push into me without any more foreplay. I felt him thrust deep, the head hitting all those spots that make me lose control instantly. My back arched as I met every stroke, moaning loudly against his lips. We fucked for almost an hour before getting dressed again, both of us trembling with relief and arousal.