<em>[Always leave them wanting more,</em>Nicholas thought as he ranged a hand over Serena’s tits and belly.<br/><br/>“There’s a lot more to have,” he said. “More pleasure, a feeling of freedom and exhilaration better than any street drug, all for you.” He closed his eyes for a moment, loving the touch of her hand on his cock.<br/><br/>“But now I’m going to send you back to your husband, and when you see him, when he touches you, maybe you’ll ask him for what you truly desire, and maybe he’ll even try to give it to you. But I know Christian, and it isn’t in him. To him, you are not a young, warm, juicy woman in whom live all the delights that Heaven and Earth will allow. You are his helpmeet, his loving companion, to be sure, but your body to him is not the instrument of joy that needs to be played almost constantly in order to be in its full voice.”<br/><br/>Nicholas turned himself over on Serena and mounted her again, his cock hardening as he pressed it inside her once more. He pushed it all the way in and gently leaned down on her, his lips to her ear.<br/><br/>“Remember this,” he whispered. “Remember the feeling of me filling you, your legs wanting to come up to hold me. Remember the way your heart is pounding and your breath is coming so quick. Remember how it feels to come on my big, hard cock and how much you want it again.” He took a deep breath and then withdrew from her.<br/><br/>“And then come back to me, come back here, Monday night, and I will have a treat for you. A treat that I don’t think you’ve ever had, something you’ve never felt. Something sweet and soft and lovely, much like yourself.”<br/><br/>He got up off the bed and went to the panties he had taken off her earlier. He picked them up, gave them one last sniff, then opened the bedroom window and tossed the panties outside.<br/><br/>“That garment is unworthy of you,” he said. “So I am sending you home to your husband with no panties on, in your short skirt and heels, and you can either be embarrassed or exhilarated, and I hope it will be exhilarated. And when you return, if you choose to wear panties, I want you to go out and find the panties that deserve to grace your fabulous body. Not the sturdy white cotton of the peasant, but the sweet and glorious lace of the goddess you are.”<br/><br/>He bent to her again, kissed her from her ears to her sex, rubbed himself against her. And then he rose for the last time.<br/><br/>“Come on,” he smiled. “I’ll drive you back to your car.”<br/><br/><em>And, I hope, you’ll stay at a slow boil until Monday,</em>he thought.