He cares for their loved ones as she goes out, with friends, on the town. As his head hits the pillow, he is awakened to the thoughts swarming his mind. "I wonder what she is doing now?"
Her knees shake as the rugged man guides her mouth upon his shaft. He firmly but gently holds her steady as she allows him access. She struggles to take in half of his length. The sounds of soft moans are unnoticeable to anyone but the two. Popping her lips from him, he lifts her up, turns her over the kitchen table and buries his saliva lubed appendage into her fold. With a single thrust she grunts as he presses all the way in. It hurts slightly, buts she tells herself that is what she has wanted so long. Just an hour or two of Mr. Rugged's gifts and she can go back to her husband. Well, maybe once a week wouldn't hurt.
Rhythm sets in as she backs in with every thrust. She wants it to stretch her a little more each time. As he pounds her, she wants to be a rag doll in his strong arms. His pace goes from slow and methodical to jackhammer quick and back and forth it seems. All she can do is attempt to brace herself against the wood, while trying to anticipate the changes of his speed and drive. Their voices echo through his house as their orgasms hasten.
She then feels the quake beneath her. Her muscles contract hard around him and she stretches out the fingers on both hands, as if in vain to get a grip. Her eyes roll back as she grunts and moans her satisfaction. The clinching of her muscles and sounds of her pleasure cause this rough rider to unleash his own orgasm. He grunts hard as hot cum fills her to overflowing. Warm trails glide down her legs. They both collapse in a sweaty glowing pile of humanity and catch their breath.
Meanwhile her husband sits up in their bed. He hopes she is not drinking too much at the bar. He hopes that her girl friends are keeping a watch over her. Eventually he rolls over believing that surely she will come home safe and sound.
