The invitation from Camille came late on Friday evening, a whispered text that sent a thrill through me. Her husband Rob would be out with friends on Saturday, leaving the house empty except for her and the family dog. We’d been entangled in this secret affair for years now, a passionate undercurrent to our lives that her mother Carol knew all about and quietly supported, even covering for us on occasion. I drove over early Saturday afternoon parking away from their house to avoid any prying eyes. Camille met me at the side door, her slim 5ft2 frame silhouetted in the dim light, dark brown hair cascading over her shoulders, her light to dark complexion glowing with anticipation.

She pulled me inside quickly, her hands already on my chest as the door clicked shut. The dog, a Cairn/Terrier mix lifted its head from the living room rug and watched us with mild curiosity. Camille pressed her body against mine, her lips crashing into my mouth in a deep, hungry kiss. Our tongues danced wildly, tasting the forbidden excitement that always ignited between us. My hands roamed over her back, sliding down to grip her firm ass through her thin dress, while she clawed at my shirt, pulling me closer. We caressed each other everywhere—my fingers tracing the curve of her hips, her palms pressing into my hardening cock through my jeans. The dog’s tail thumped softly against the floor, but we ignored it, lost in the heat of our reunion. Her breath came in hot gasps against my neck as I kissed along her jawline, nipping at her earlobe.

Unable to wait any longer, Camille tugged my hand toward the stairs, leading me up to the marital bedroom. The room smelled faintly of her perfume a reminder of the bed we were about to defile. She locked the door behind us and turned, her eyes dark with desire. We stripped each other slowly at first, then frantically—my shirt yanked over my head, her dress pooling at her feet to reveal her lacy black bra and panties hugging her slim curves. I unhooked her bra, letting her small, perky breasts spill free, nipples already hard peaks begging for attention. She shoved my jeans down, freeing my throbbing cock, which sprang up eagerly. Naked now, we collided again, kissing fiercely as our bare skin met. My mouth devoured hers, tongues swirling, while my hands cupped her breasts, thumbs circling her nipples until she arched into me with a soft moan.