I must have yelled in surprise as I quickly pulled back then heard a sound as the bedroom light was switched on to see Ben standing there naked lookin...g shocked at the scene before him. There I was with my cock bobbing in the air as the last of my orgasm dribbled out the end and his wife still humping at the air in the final throws of an orgasm. Ben bellowed out what the hell is going on? I looked at him, looked at Belinda as the realisation hit and looked back at Ben before stating but I. We’d go through cycles. We’d spend time together until we realized how impossible it was to tolerate each other and then we’d spend time apart until we realized how much we missed the sex. I’d call her a fuck buddy, but her location wasn’t exactly convenient enough for that – when Laura wasn’t living with me, she was roughly 750 miles away. Not exactly close enough to just pop over for a quickie.This story takes place during the beginning of one of our "on" phases. We had just started talking. "That's up to you. I'll make a few calls, and if I can set something up, I'll let you know." OK."Two days later, I called Samantha at home."Friday night, 8:30PM, my place. Plan to stay overnight." That's all I said, then I hung up.She drove up a little early, and I checked the security system for any sign that she might have been followed. Neither it, nor the dogs, gave any sign of anyone else being around.I held a hypodermic syringe in plain sight as Samantha came through the door. It. It was now essentially a permanent fixture of her body.She walked up to the door, trying not to let herself get emotional. "Hey!" she repeated, louder this time.She listened patiently to the voices coming through from the other side of the door. They changed tone, as if broken off from their monotonous conversation to talk about how the new prisoner must have woken up. Or maybe she was flattering herself that they even noticed her, or cared.She jumped back, startled, as clanging sounds came.