Baseball Annie

"Damn, that's a good look," he murmured.

"Thank you," I replied. I knew he would like it. I had never been with a man who didn't.

I sat on the edge of the bed and placed my hand on one of his tree-trunk thighs. Then I moved it up and wrapped it around his limp but still enormous penis, sticky with our combined juices.

"Oh, babygirl," he muttered, apologetically. "You done wrung ol' Walter out."

"That's okay," I replied. I probably couldn't have taken a second round anyway. At least not tonight. "I'm glad."

I crawled up and kissed those thick fleshy lips again.

"So..." I ventured. "You're staying here tonight, right?"

"Umm... yeah." He squinted at me. "Why?"

"Just checking... so, you've got a change of clothes, right?"

"Uh, yeah, sure..."

"Okay, good," I told him. I grasped the shirt where it was falling open between my breasts. "So can I keep this?"

He cocked his head, but seemed to like the idea. "Yeah, sure." Then he grinned and asked, "Can I keep your panties?"

I pursed my lips. I had just put them back on so I wouldn't have his stuff seeping out of me all the way home. Well, I guess I could put my pantyhose back on. Maybe it wasn't such a bad thing, not wearing stockings and garters tonight, after all.

"Okay, that's a fair trade," I replied.

"So," he inquired. "You want my shirt?"

I shrugged.

"You gonna sleep in it tonight?" he asked, with a hint of understanding and self-satisfaction in his voice.

"Walter," I responded, pausing for effect.

When he had teased me earlier tonight about "just exactly what it was" that I had "never done before," he had to have noticed the ring on my left hand. But he hadn't mentioned it.

Because he didn't want to remind me? Or because it wasn't noteworthy?

"I doubt if I'll sleep in it," I told him. "But it'll drive my husband crazy."

He just grinned at me. Of course, he knew I was married. He just didn't know this twist.

I smiled back at him. I was pleased with myself. I had done it.

I had let myself be a vessel for a man's pleasure, his curiosity, his lust, and enjoyed myself while doing so. Doing something I shouldn't do. Just so he could get off.

And not just any man.

Yes, Walter Roberts, of course. But not just Walter. My husband, with his recent but persistent cuckold fantasy, too.

Just wait until I told him who had hit a home run tonight.