His Captive
I welcome a stranger into the home I share with my husband, and he fucks me senseless.
After my husband left for work, I hurried to the bedroom, my heart pounding with anticipation. I slipped off my robe, letting it pool at my feet, and pulled on the red lace negligee. It clung to me like a second skin, leaving almost nothing to the imagination. The hem barely grazed my thighs, highlighting my lean legs, while the lace cupped my breasts, spilling over the top, accentuating every curve. My loose golden-brown...