Lying naked on the bed, my breath still uneven, I was lost in the fading aftermath of the most incredible orgasm I'd ever had. My lover had slipped away just seconds ago—too soon. All those hours of online conversations with him had connected us in ways that went far beyond lust. We had explored each other's minds and desires, building something that made me curious about where it could go. Now that we had finally made it a reality, I craved even more, but the creak of the front door cut our time short.
"Honey?" my husband's voice echoed from downstairs.
Footsteps on the stairs sent a jolt of panic through my chest. He was coming to the bedroom. There was no time to think, no time to hide the evidence of what had just happened. The smell of sex lingered in the air, a reminder of my affair.
When my husband entered, his eyes widened, locking onto me—naked, disheveled, and still flushed with lingering heat. He froze, surprise and curiosity flickering across his face.
"I forgot something," he rasped, his voice thick and unsteady.
As he stepped closer to the bed, our eyes met, and a surge of adrenaline rushed through me. Could he see the guilt in my expression? Would he accuse me of cheating, of being a whore?
My breath hitched, bracing for the confrontation. But then I saw a flicker of desire in his gaze as he took in the sight of my flushed skin, my messy hair. It wasn't judgment staring back at me; he was captivated, drawn to the untamed passion still clinging to me.
He reached for the file on the nightstand, the work that always consumed him, pulling him away once again. As he turned, the familiar ache settled in my chest—would he even notice if, one day, I wasn't there anymore? I wondered, as I often had, if he'd just continue drowning in his endless routine, blind to everything slipping away, including me.
He stopped at the door, file in hand, ready to leave, but something made him glance back at me. His eyes lingered as his fingers casually loosened his tie, his deep brown eyes locked on mine, filled with something I hadn't seen in a long time.
The tie slipped to the floor, quickly followed by his jacket. He unbuttoned his shirt slowly, letting it fall onto the growing pile. His eyes never left mine as he kicked off his shoes and unbuckled his belt, letting his pants drop, standing there, stripped bare, without saying a word.
My breath hitched as he climbed onto the bed, naked and aroused, his gaze burning with an intense desire that made my pulse race. Heat built in my core, my body betraying me as his gaze pressed into me, daring me to react.
He positioned himself above me, and my body instinctively yielded to him, arching slightly as if craving contact. His hard erection was poised at my entrance, ready to claim what was rightfully his.
Despite being with my lover just moments ago, the desire still lingered. Both men stirred something different in me, but the need for my husband, who had neglected me, was growing stronger now. The frustration and longing for both were tangled inside me, but with my husband so close, the months of wanting him rushed back.
As he penetrated me, a soft groan escaped my lips, and I heard my husband's voice, heavy with lust, "Fuck, you're so wet, honey."
He didn't know that my arousal was fueled by another man's touch, and my pussy was slick with evidence of my lover's passion.
As my husband thrust into me, the mere idea of his cum mixing with my lover's turned me on like crazy, making my body shake with pure lust, aching for him to release inside me.
My hands gripped his back, fingers digging into his skin, leaving red marks behind as my moans filled the room, a twisted blend of pleasure and betrayal. The sound of my whimpers only fueled him, driving him to thrust harder and faster.