I didn't expect to see you today. So you want to end this relationship and tell your wife about it? About me? About us? No, I'm not going to make a scene. I understand. The guilt can be overwhelming. That's why they call it "cheating," isn't it? And you're not a bad person, so the urge to come clean is very strong. I feel it, too, so I can hardly blame you, if that's what you want to do.... Well. It hasn't been easy for me, either. I can't share you on holidays. I can't call you if I'm lonely. I can't reschedule a date if something comes up. I've only had you when you could get away. I've spent an awful lot of time waiting and imagining. And thinking. I hope your wife will understand. I'm sure she will. You told me she's usually very understanding. Usually. Even if she won't do some of the things I do. So you tell her. And good luck. I'll miss it, though. I'll miss you. I'll miss fucking you. I'll miss your cock. You have a great cock. I wish-- Well. You've made your decision. Just remembering your cock makes me wet. Feel here, feel how hot and wet my panties are. No, don't reach inside. That would be cheating. You're done cheating. Can you smell me on your fingers? Do you remember the times you took me from behind, your hard cock filling my wet cunt, your hips slapping against my ass, my tits swinging with every hard thrust? Sometimes I remember those times. When I do, I reach down and play with my swollen wet clit and I rub myself to orgasm. It's not complete until I slide three or four fingers into my wet pussy. A poor substitute for your stiff prick. I'll still have those memories, though. When a breeze stiffens my nipples and I think back to that time on the balcony, when you lay on top of me, blocking the sun, my ankles on your shoulders and your hard cock driving into me like a young stallion, fucking me to orgasms so intense I couldn't breathe -- I guess I'll have to take care of myself. >From now on. Oh, dear. I've made your cock hard. Since this is the last time, may I look at it again? It's not cheating if I just look. Mmmm. It's lovely. I just have to touch myself. It's not cheating if you look, but don't touch. I'm so slick and wet remembering fucking you. Do you see how the lips have swollen with desire? Feel how wet my fingers are. Lick them. That taste is me missing you. I'd love to suck your cock, but it's only your wife's cock now, isn't it? And she sucks it, doesn't she? Only if you beg, you've told me that, but you can beg her to suck your cock. I don't know why she doesn't like to take it into her mouth, to taste it. I can't remember -- does she take it all the way down her throat like I do? Does she lick the length of the shaft, suck each of your balls and tongue your asshole? Does she gulp down your come? No? Well, you can ask her to. Or beg. Do you remember the first time you took my ass? You'd never done that before. I liked it. I liked having something that was ours alone. I'd never come like that before. Asking you to fuck my ass always got you hard again, like a teenager. I'd love to have your slippery shaft deep up my ass again, hot dirty sex. That's the best kind, don't you think? I suppose it's not cheating if your wife won't do it. I mean, you wouldn't force her to golf if she hated golf. You wouldn't force her to do anything. Let me wet myself with my own juices. Yeah, lick my asshole, get me wet for your cock, taste me, taste how horny you make me. Oh, your cock feels so *good*. It's so big, stretching my asshole, oh, god, oh--! Harder, faster, harder, deeper, I love your cock in my ass! You fill me up, oh-- I can feel your hot come in my guts! Oh-- That was wonderful. It's not cheating if your wife won't do it. It's not cheating if you pay me for it. Yes, I said pay. Next week at the regular time? AFTERWORD This one was intended as one of a set of monologues for a stage piece, but it has a fatal flaw: it's not suitable for the stage. Radio or phone or text, yes. But not the stage. Not at *our* little theatre, anyway. Though you could get around it with clever lighting directions: [LIGHTS BEGIN AT FULL, GRADUALLY FADING. BY THE TIME OF THE ANAL SEX, SHE IS IN FULL DARKNESS.] And then you'd snap the lights up to full for "Yes, I said pay." If anyone wants to stage it, let me know. I'm curious.