Alone in our bedroom, door locked. Husband downstairs, oblivious. Days without him. My ex-lover. He invades every thought. His face. His scent. Haunts my nights, my days. Story’s over. He cut me off. Done with me. But this ache? Real love. Uncontrollable. Why him? Husband’s perfect. Sweet words. Gentle touches. Knows my pussy like a map. Fingers me to screaming orgasms. No shame between us. Years together. But when he fucks me, I picture HIM. His rough hands. Hungry mouth. Piercing eyes. Error in casting. I need him now. Fingers itch to roam my skin. Pinch nipples hard. Dive into my slick folds. Guilt stabs. Betraying heart worse than body. Poor husband. Unfair. But pussy throbs. Wet already. Can’t fight it. Hand slides down. Thighs part. Mont de Venus shaved bare. Baby-soft skin. Stubbly regrowth. Weird thrill. Mature cunt, innocent feel. Life starts here. Little deaths too. I miss his cum flooding me. Or spurting on my tongue. Breath hitching. Groans escaping. Collapse like a sated baby. Eyes glazing. Smiling in bliss. I crave that power. Making him shatter. My joy in his release. But tonight? I need his tongue on my clit. Sell my soul for it. Legs spread wide. Fingers part lips. Sticky juice coats them. Head back. Arched spine. Recall his laps. Long, slow strokes up my slit. Back and forth. Moans rip out. Then clit. Gentle suck. Tongue flicks soft. I guide: ‘Harder. Faster. Yes, fuck yes.’ Obedient. Dives tongue inside. Fucks my hole. Warm walls clench. Gush more honey. He swells. Cock jealous. Wants to ram deep. But I ride his face. Pure heaven. Licking pussy. Best caress ever. Fingers circle clit now. Fast. Mimic him. Heat builds. Other hand tweaks tit. Bite lip. Quiet. Don’t wake house. But fuck, I want his cock. Gland in mouth. Stroke shaft slow. Tongue swirls vein. Squeeze balls. Lap thighs. Suck deep. Feel pulse. Swell. ‘Gonna cum,’ he gasps. Mouth fills. Hot ropes. Swallow greedily. Love it. Now, impale on him. Soaked pussy descends. Inch by inch. His hardness stretches. Full. Ride wild. Hips grind. Circle. Bounce. Lock eyes. His love? No. But imagine. Grip shoulders. Up-down. Faster. Cock thickens. Wave crashes. ‘Cum with me!’ Orgasm hits. Body shakes. Pussy spasms. Squirt a little. Collapse panting. Waves fade. Empty bed. He’s gone. Forever. Love him. Vulnerable under tough shell. Want to protect. Share life. But lives set. No courage. Story missed. Time will dull it. For now, secret thrill pulses. Touched forbidden fire. Husband none the wiser. Wipe fingers. Heart races. Guilt mixes sweet. Did it. Fantasized raw. Crossed line in mind. Addictive rush. Interdit’s spice. Crave more already. His ghost lingers. Pussy twitches. Tomorrow? Again.