It's her birthday party this weekend.

You keep saying you wont be going because you don't want to dress up, but I know it's because you can't stand my friends.
As my fiancee you'd think you could suck it up and show some kindness, but apparently not.

That's why I'm going over early.

We've been secretly flirting, smiles and winks and double entendres. I've read the signs, and she's seen mine.

So while you're sitting at home getting ready for work, I'll be knocking on her door.

When you get past that level in Candy Crush, she'll be running her hands up my thigh.

As you bitch about the other girls in the break room, we'll be on her bed.

I'd like to say I'd think of you while her lips are crushed against mine, while her hands wrap around my aching cock, but I wont.
As soon as I'm inside her I wont be thinking of you again.

Every night you "couldn't be bothered" or "had a headache", she'll make up for.
With each movement of her hips and each moan from her lips, our passion will intensify.
It's not even love.

It's just fucking.

Before the guests arrive we'll go in to the shower and clean the smell of each other from our bodies, kissing and touching and licking ourselves clean.

Then after we're done, between sneaking to the bathroom for quickies as the other guests get more and more drunk, I'll come and pick you up.

You'll complain about your hours, about your boss, about everything. I'll sit there and nod and agree with you while I still feel the remnants of her juices on my cock.

We'll get home and you'll automatically say "I'm not feeling like it tonight, maybe tomorrow."
Then I'll smile, say it's alright like I always do and get in to bed.

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I could never do something like this, even if my fiancee was denying me sex. But I love writing sexy things and this is something that popped in to my head.
Hoped you enjoyed it!