The last time Tan woke me, the light leaking between the cracks in the drapes showed the sun had risen. I was lying on my back and his hand was between my legs, stroking my bald sex. I jumped, still unaccustomed to having another body in my bed, especially one touching me so intimately. I remembered I was Mrs. Tan and it was a good thing he was touching me. I stretched and spread my legs slightly, granting him more access to my core. He took advantage and pushed two fingers into me. I gasped, still surprised his fingers could feel so much thicker than mine and go deeper than I could. It was like three of mine.
"Good morning, Mr. Tan," I said, whimpering at the end as he curled his fingers against my g-spot.
"Good morning, Mrs. Tan," he responded.
I reached down and found his penis hard and ready.
"You're insatiable," I said.
"I waited a long time for you. I have to make up for lost time."
"What are you waiting for then? You're hard and I'm wet."
He laughed and climbed over me. I parted my legs wider and he put his penis at the gate and pushed slowly in. I moaned as he filled me and wrapped my long legs around him, pulling him closer. He bent down and gathered a taut nipple into his mouth and teased it with his tongue. I felt it stiffen, pebbling under his loving touch. After we were fully joined, he stilled, letting me feel his penis throbbing within me. He withdrew and almost left me. I could feel myself start to close over the top of his crown, but he plunged forward, harder and faster this time. It felt so good, and I moaned again.
"You seem to like fucking, Mrs. Tan," Tan said, slamming into me again.
"Not fucking," I whimpered, "making love. Making love with my husband."
"No," he said, "not making love, fucking. I'll show you."
