I enter the room, close the door with that mischievous smile. The wedding ring is still on my finger. I don't take it off, I let it shine just so you don't forget that I have to go back to him soon. There in the motel room, I surrender to you, crazy and full of a lust that he can never take away from me. I kiss your mouth as if it were the last kiss, and I want to feel your taste run down my throat more than once. You press my face against the wall and kiss my neck, your hands on my waist, pulling me against that bulge that's exploding inside your pants. But what drives you crazy is the idea that I'll go home afterwards. That I'll lie next to him with your scent on my skin, on my mouth... You don't want to be the husband. You want to be in my mind, while I make love to him remembering that you were also inside me earlier. Today I want you to drive me so crazy with lust that my only way out will be to give myself to him thinking of you. Call me. If you enjoy erotic writing, subscribe to my Fan Club to read more.