It’s always much the same. She’s watching the kids so he & I can get our exercise — a nice brisk walk. I leave my daughter at his place and we say goodbye, but I forgot to get my water bottle before leaving, so instead of heading down the street, we go across it to my place. As we go inside, I say I’ll just be a minute, but as I start to turn into the kitchen, he grabs the back of my neck, turns me back toward him, and tells me that isn’t where my drink is. I stare into his eyes for a moment, then the hand firmly gripping my neck pushes downward. I fall to my knees, but he doesn’t let go, just keeps holding me where he wants me.

“It’s right there in front of you,” he says, “you just have to get it.”

My hands tremble slightly as they reach out to touch him. Seemingly of their own accord, they gently trace the growing hardness inside his clothing.

“Go ahead,” he says, and I unzip his fly and reach inside to draw him out, suddenly realizing that water won’t quench my thirst, only him. Then his cock is in front of me, and I can’t look away. The very sight of it is almost hypnotic, driving every other thought from my mind; the world slips away as my universe shrinks to encompass only my head and his groin.