Seven Days of Burning Need

When it comes to the desires of the flesh, no one has more desire for my wife’s flesh than I. Last night was one that I had looked forward to for a week and one that she wouldn’t soon forget.

Her work took her away from me on occasion, sometimes for a day or two but generally less than a week, so the past seven days without her by my side was pure torture. We had spoken on the phone every night since I watched her board the plane, but that was hardly a substitute for seeing and touching her…especially in our marriage bed. Our conversations generally started with a recap of both of our days but eventually climaxed with heavy breathing and a longing for each other’s bodies. Most nights, she would tell me that she was lonely and how her poor little pussy was in dire need of attention…to which I would reply how the stiffness of my cock was the best indication of how badly I missed her. We would send each other intimate photographs of our excitement and the two of us would eventually admit that it was getting late and that we had better hang up if we were going to be even remotely productive the next day. I have no idea what she did after getting off of the phone with me, but it certainly didn’t take me long to provide myself a release and drift off to sleep.

Her plane was scheduled to land at 5:15 pm and we would go for an early dinner straight from the airport. We didn’t get into the city often so it made the most sense for us to stay and enjoy each other’s company and try a restaurant that we hadn’t been to. Knowing we wouldn’t need reservations at that hour, the only planning I did was to choose the restaurant, shower and shave and make sure to be at the airport on time. The thought crossed my mind that because it was a Friday night, perhaps she would like to go have a drink at a bar after dinner and maybe even share a dance or two?

I arrived at the airport about an hour early, parked the Jeep and made my way inside. I’m not a frequent flier so airports are always fascinating to me. I wonder where everyone is going and why, and even make up little stories about people who stand out in the crowd. Yesterday afternoon was no different and the airport was packed with weary travelers and their friends or loved ones awaiting their return. The guy in the sharp, gray suit was anxiously waiting for a connecting flight so that he could get back to work on the high-profile court case he had come to interview witnesses for. The college girl in the skin-tight jeans was waiting on her little sister who would be visiting for the weekend. The older couple with the small American flag tucked neatly under his arm would be beaming with pride as they hugged their soldier who was coming home on leave.

Time passed quickly and before I knew it, the monitor on the wall indicated that my wife’s plane had landed. I watched intently as people rounded the corner and made their way down the long ramp from the terminals. At last, there she was! She was clutching her purse and scanning the crowd for a familiar face. I just stood and smiled in awe. Every time I look at her, no matter how long we have been separated, I am always amazed by her beauty and sexuality and thankful that she is mine. Like the college girl I mentioned before, she was wearing my favorite pair of painted on Levis, a snug-fitting, salmon colored t-shirt and a pair of black heels that matched her purse. When she finally caught spotted me, she began to hurry toward me, arms open wide. In a flash, she was through the airport barriers that kept non-passengers out of the terminal, and into my waiting arms. I picked her up as we kissed passionately…the feeling of her body against mine sending shock waves through me. Between kisses, we told each other how much we had missed the other and how glad we both were for her to be home. I couldn’t wait to get her out of there so we headed quickly to the baggage claim area, grabbed her suitcase and headed out the door.

Dragging her suitcase in one hand with the other arm around her waist, we ventured out across the vast parking lot. I couldn’t help but slip my hand down over her hip and onto her perfect little ass several times…each time giving her a gentle squeeze and telling her again how much I had missed her. She had what appeared to be a permanent grin on her face and I knew that she was just as happy to see me.

We found the Jeep and I tossed her bag in the back before opening her door and extending my hand so she could get in. I hopped in on the other side and before I could put the key in the ignition, she asked, “Are you as horny as I am?” I’m sure my face lit up as I replied, “You have no idea, baby!” We made out in the airport parking lot like a couple of teenagers on spring break, full of desires of the flesh. My hand found its way between her legs and I could feel her moist heat through the soft denim fabric of her jeans. She returned the favor by reaching over and placing her hand on my extremely hard and pulsating shaft, giving a little squeeze as our tongues wrestled inside each other’s mouths.

After several minutes of kissing and petting, she asked if I was ready to head home and continue in our bedroom. I told her that I had hoped we could go to dinner in the city since we were already there, but added that we could go straight home if she wanted. She told me that since it had already been a week since we were together, a few more hours wouldn’t kill her and that a romantic dinner with her husband sounded wonderful. I started the Jeep and we drove to a steakhouse that I had heard good reviews about.

During dinner, she told me all about her trip, the people she had met and how she thought the networking would pay off eventually. I mostly just nodded as she spoke; more captivated by her beautiful face and the feeling of her bare foot on my shin under the table. Finally, she asked how I got along without her the previous week and I simply told her that the anticipation of having her back and how the first night would play out was more than enough motivation to keep me going.

We finished dinner and stepped outside, not realizing how long we had taken to eat. The sky had gone dark and the air had begun to cool, though the summer heat could still be felt radiating from the asphalt parking lot. We got in the Jeep and she thanked me for a wonderful dinner, asking if it was time to go home? I suggested that maybe we could go to a nearby bar and have a drink and maybe a dance or two. She reminded me that I didn’t enjoy dancing very much, but I assured her that because I knew how much she loved it, I was willing to do whatever it took to make her happy…especially after going without her for so long. She smiled and agreed that a relaxing drink followed by a couple slow dances sounded like part of what the doctor ordered. I asked what else the doctor ordered and she leaned over, grabbing my crotch and smiling…“Ahhh…I see we go to the same doctor!” We both laughed as I started the Jeep and backed out of the parking space.

We arrived at the bar, which was known for its big dance floor and delicious margaritas, and found a small high-top table in a dimly lit corner of the room. A waitress came by and we both ordered their famous drink. I took her hand and led her to the dance floor. The song was slow and recognizable, though I have no recollection of what it was; all my senses were trained on the beauty who was in my arms, slowly swaying back and forth against me. I could feel my excitement growing and I was sure she could too. When the song ended and we walked back to the drinks waiting at our table, she looked up at me and asked if there was anything she needed to take care of right then and there? I asked what she was referring to and I felt her hand slide slowly down my chest, over my abs, and onto my extremely hard and pulsing shaft, giving a little squeeze as our tongues wrestled inside each other’s mouths.

After several minutes of kissing and petting, she asked if I was ready to head home and continue in our bedroom. I told her that I had hoped we could go to dinner in the city since we were already there, but added that we could go straight home if she wanted. She told me that since it had already been a week since we were together, a few more hours wouldn’t kill her and that a romantic dinner with her husband sounded wonderful. I started the Jeep and we drove to a steakhouse that I had heard good reviews about.

During dinner, she told me all about her trip, the people she had met and how she thought the networking would pay off eventually. I mostly just nodded as she spoke; more captivated by her beautiful face and the feeling of her bare foot on my shin under the table. Finally, she asked how I got along without her the previous week and I simply told her that the anticipation of having her back and how the first night would play out was more than enough motivation to keep me going.

We finished dinner and stepped outside, not realizing how long we had taken to eat. The sky had gone dark and the air had begun to cool, though the summer heat could still be felt radiating from the asphalt parking lot. We got in the Jeep and she thanked me for a wonderful dinner, asking if it was time to go home? I suggested that maybe we could go to a nearby bar and have a drink and maybe a dance or two. She reminded me that I didn’t enjoy dancing very much, but I assured her that because I knew how much she loved it, I was willing to do whatever it took to make her happy…especially after going without her for so long. She smiled and agreed that a relaxing drink followed by a couple slow dances sounded like part of what the doctor ordered. I asked what else the doctor ordered and she leaned over, grabbing my crotch and smiling…“Ahhh…I see we go to the same doctor!” We both laughed as I started the Jeep and backed out of the parking space.

We arrived at the bar, which was known for its big dance floor and delicious margaritas, and found a small high-top table in a dimly lit corner of the room. A waitress came by and we both ordered their famous drink. I took her hand and led her to the dance floor. The song was slow and recognizable, though I have no recollection of what it was; all my senses were trained on the beauty who was in my arms, slowly swaying back and forth against me. I could feel my excitement growing and I was sure she could too. When the song ended and we walked back to the drinks waiting at our table, she looked up at me and asked if there was anything she needed to take care of right then and there? I asked what she was referring to and I felt her hand slide slowly down my chest, over my abs, and onto my extremely hard and pulsing shaft, giving a little squeeze as our tongues wrestled inside each other’s mouths.

After several minutes of kissing and petting, she asked if I was ready to head home and continue in our bedroom. I told her that I had hoped we could go to dinner in the city since we were already there, but added that we could go straight home if she wanted. She told me that since it had already been a week since we were together, a few more hours wouldn’t kill her and that a romantic dinner with her husband sounded wonderful. I started the Jeep and we drove to a steakhouse that I had heard good reviews about.

During dinner, she told me all about her trip, the people she had met and how she thought the networking would pay off eventually. I mostly just nodded as she spoke; more captivated by her beautiful face and the feeling of her bare foot on my shin under the table. Finally, she asked how I got along without her the previous week and I simply told her that the anticipation of having her back and how the first night would play out was more than enough motivation to keep me going.

We finished dinner and stepped outside, not realizing how long we had taken to eat. The sky had gone dark and the air had begun to cool, though the summer heat could still be felt radiating from the asphalt parking lot. We got in the Jeep and she thanked me for a wonderful dinner, asking if it was time to go home? I suggested that maybe we could go to a nearby bar and have a drink and maybe a dance or two. She reminded me that I didn’t enjoy dancing very much, but I assured her that because I knew how much she loved it, I was willing to do whatever it took to make her happy…especially after going without her for so long. She smiled and agreed that a relaxing drink followed by a couple slow dances sounded like part of what the doctor ordered. I asked what else the doctor ordered and she leaned over, grabbing my crotch and smiling…“Ahhh…I see we go to the same doctor!” We both laughed as I started the Jeep and backed out of the parking space.

We arrived at the bar, which was known for its big dance floor and delicious margaritas, and found a small high-top table in a dimly lit corner of the room. A waitress came by and we both ordered their famous drink. I took her hand and led her to the dance floor. The song was slow and recognizable, though I have no recollection of what it was; all my senses were trained on the beauty who was in my arms, slowly swaying back and forth against me. I could feel my excitement growing and I was sure she could too. When the song ended and we walked back to the drinks waiting at our table, she looked up at me and asked if there was anything she needed to take care of right then and there? I asked what she was referring to and I felt her hand slide slowly down my chest, over my abs, and onto my extremely hard and pulsating shaft, giving a little squeeze as our tongues wrestled inside each other’s mouths.

After several minutes of kissing and petting, she asked if I was ready to head home and continue in our bedroom. I told her that I had hoped we could go to dinner in the city since we were already there, but added that we could go straight home if she wanted. She told me that since it had already been a week since we were together, a few more hours wouldn’t kill her and that a romantic dinner with her husband sounded wonderful. I started the Jeep and we drove to a steakhouse that I had heard good reviews about.

During dinner, she told me all about her trip, the people she had met and how she thought the networking would pay off eventually. I mostly just nodded as she spoke; more captivated by her beautiful face and the feeling of her bare foot on my shin under the table. Finally, she asked how I got along without her the previous week and I simply told her that the anticipation of having her back and how the first night would play out was more than enough motivation to keep me going.

We finished dinner and stepped outside, not realizing how long we had taken to eat. The sky had gone dark and the air had begun to cool, though the summer heat could still be felt radiating from the asphalt parking lot. We got in the Jeep and she thanked me for a wonderful dinner, asking if it was time to go home? I suggested that maybe we could go to a nearby bar and have a drink and maybe a dance or two. She reminded me that I didn’t enjoy dancing very much, but I assured her that because I knew how much she loved it, I was willing to do whatever it took to make her happy…especially after going without her for so long. She smiled and agreed that a relaxing drink followed by a couple slow dances sounded like part of what the doctor ordered. I asked what else the doctor ordered and she leaned over, grabbing my crotch and smiling…“Ahhh…I see we go to the same doctor!” We both laughed as I started the Jeep and backed out of the parking space.

We arrived at the bar, which was known for its big dance floor and delicious margaritas, and found a small high-top table in a dimly lit corner of the room. A waitress came by and we both ordered their famous drink. I took her hand and led her to the dance floor. The song was slow and recognizable, though I have no recollection of what it was; all my senses were trained on the beauty who was in my arms, slowly swaying back and forth against me. I could feel my excitement growing and I was sure she could too. When the song ended and we walked back to the drinks waiting at our table, she looked up at me and asked if there was anything she needed to take care of right then and there? I asked what she was referring to and I felt her hand slide slowly down my chest, over my abs, and onto my extremely hard and pulsating shaft, giving a little squeeze as our tongues wrestled inside each other’s mouths.

After several minutes of kissing and petting, she asked if I was ready to head home and continue in our bedroom. I told her that I had hoped we could go to dinner in the city since we were already there, but added that we could go straight home if she wanted. She told me that since it had already been a week since we were together, a few more hours wouldn’t kill her and that a romantic dinner with her husband sounded wonderful. I started the Jeep and we drove to a steakhouse that I had heard good reviews about.

During dinner, she told me all about her trip, the people she had met and how she thought the networking would pay off eventually. I mostly just nodded as she spoke; more captivated by her beautiful face and the feeling of her bare foot on my shin under the table. Finally, she asked how I got along without her the previous week and I simply told her that the anticipation of having her back and how the first night would play out was more than enough motivation to keep me going.

We finished dinner and stepped outside, not realizing how long we had taken to eat. The sky had gone dark and the air had begun to cool, though the summer heat could still be felt radiating from the asphalt parking lot. We got in the Jeep and she thanked me for a wonderful dinner, asking if it was time to go home? I suggested that maybe we could go to a nearby bar and have a drink and maybe a dance or two. She reminded me that I didn’t enjoy dancing very much, but I assured her that because I knew how much she loved it, I was willing to do whatever it took to make her happy…especially after going without her for so long. She smiled and agreed that a relaxing drink followed by a couple slow dances sounded like part of what the doctor ordered. I asked what else the doctor ordered and she leaned over, grabbing my crotch and smiling…“Ahhh…I see we go to the same doctor!” We both laughed as I started the Jeep and backed out of the parking space.

We arrived at the bar, which was known for its big dance floor and delicious margaritas, and found a small high-top table in a dimly lit corner of the room. A waitress came by and we both ordered their famous drink. I took her hand and led her to the dance floor. The song was slow and recognizable, though I have no recollection of what it was; all my senses were trained on the

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