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The Experiment

I hate to say this because I really love my husband. He’s a terrific guy—brilliant,beautiful, loving, thoughtful and generous. Our life together has been wonderful, but the truth is Iwas getting bored.He’s a scientist. That means everything about his life is planned and executed withprecision, even our sex life. I’m not complaining. There’s a lot to be said for precision in bed. Heknows just what to do, how and when it should be done, but that was becoming a problem forme. He always did the same thing. I always knew what was coming next. There were nosurprises in bed. I really felt the need to see what would happen if I shook things up a little,broke his concentration and loosed whatever was scratching just below the surface of hiscontrolled focus. That’s when I got the idea.He had been on a business trip, running tests in a laboratory overseas for twelve days andI was more than a little restless. Yes, I missed the conversation, the companionship, but I alsohadn’t been touched in two weeks. I know, that doesn’t really seem like a long time, but like Isaid, there’s a lot to be said for precision. I really needed to see him, and I wanted him to be justas anxious to see me.We normally emailed each other a few times a day when one of us was out of town. Istarted sending him pretty suggestive notes—one per day for a week. Each one was more risquéthan the one before it. I opened up and revealed my most private fantasies, and described how Itouch myself when I think of those images. He always wrote back, but he never acknowledgedthe content of my messages, though I didn’t think he would take that chance on a companycomputer. On the last day, I really went out on a limb and attached a photo of me naked,stretched across the hood of his gold jag, with a note that read, “Wish you were here.”

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I didn’t have to wait long. Exactly forty-five minutes after his plane was scheduled toland, two bright beams glared as a car slowly turned into our driveway. I could make outPatrick’s shadow as he climbed out, grabbed his garment bag and headed toward the front door. Iwaited by the window, letting the blanket I had draped over my shoulders, slip to the floor,revealing the black lace beneath.I could see the bulge in the front of his pants the second he walked through the door. Iguess we were thinking the same thing. He dropped his bag and shut the door behind him,absently pushing his hair away from his eyes. I stepped forward, wrapping my arms around hisneck in a welcoming hug. His left arm encircled my waist firmly. With his right hand, he reachedup and cupped my breast, stroking the nipple until it tightened.He stepped back, removing his coat, and dropping it on the floor. I ran my hand over themuscular lines of his shoulders. When we kissed, I could feel the heat swirling just beneath thecool surface of his skin. He pushed his erection into me, again reaching for my breast. His tongueprobed my mouth brazenly for a long, delicious moment. Afterward, he looked at me and finallyspoke, “I want some pussy.”He had never used language like that before. Before then everything was euphemism andscientific, planned and exact. That was just nasty, and I was instantly aroused by it. He kissed meagain, his hand sliding under the thin chemise. I let my hand follow the familiar course into hispants. My fingers found his cock and I grasped it firmly, stroking the thick shaft and running mythumb back and forth over its swollen head. He leaned into me and moaned against my lips. “Ineed to fuck you,” he hissed into my mouth. He walked me backward toward the bedroom, stillkissing me deeply, hands roaming freely over my body.

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He slid his hands up and down my back before pulling the gown over my head. His eyesswept down to my breasts and lingered where my steadily firming nipples strained against mybra. Then he bent and took my tits (first one, then the other) into his mouth, sucking and lickingthrough the thin layer of lace. I reached down, tangling my fingers in his hair. He sucked harder,sending tremors up and down my spine.He held me up with one hand while the other slid into my panties, stroking lightly,gently, with just one finger until my hips began to grind against him. “You’re so wet,” hewhispered. “Did you miss me, baby? Did you miss my cock inside you?”His hand stopped when the first moan reached my lips, and he slowly peeled my pantiesdown my legs. As he stood, he ran his hand between my thighs for one last stroke before tracinghis fingers back up to my breasts. He reached behind me and unhooked my bra. Once I wasnaked, he stepped back and looked me up and down. His breaths were fast and deep, like he wastaking in my scent. “I’ve missed this so much,” he whispered, pulling me in for another kiss. Theheels of his palms slid smoothly down my back.He sat me down on the side of the bed and fell to his knees in front of me. I opened widefor him, and he stared at my waiting cunt while he hurried out of his clothes. I think I moanedeven before his tongue reached me. He slid his hand beneath my ass and squeezed, pulling meforward while he buried his face between my thighs. I gave in to the feeling, pumping my hipsup and down while his tongue worked, lapping and lashing at my clit. My body erupted in aspastic orgasm that left me writhing and twitching. When I came, he moaned with me, refusingto let up, driving the sensation higher until I fell back onto the bed unable to hold back thescream. “Oh, God. I love this pussy,” he said as he stood up, taking advantage of the