In the dimly lit room, the scent of sweat and lust permeated the air as I pressed my body against his. My heart pounded in my chest like a jackhammer as our breaths mingled. I could feel every ridge, every contour of him through his pants. His hard cock was pressing into me, demanding to be released.
He whispered in my ear, "Take it off." My hands trembled slightly as I fumbled with the buttons on his shirt, desperate to have him naked and against me. Finally, he was free, standing tall and proud before me, his massive cock jutting out at a forty-five-degree angle.
I couldn't help but take him in my hand, feeling the warmth of him in my palm. I looked up into his eyes as I slid down onto my knees, taking in every detail of his beautiful body. His muscles were tight and tanned, making me eager to taste every inch of him.
"Please, baby," he begged, "suck on it." I opened my mouth wide and engulfed him, feeling the tip of his cock brush against the back of my throat. The sensation was intoxicating, and I knew right then that I had to have more. I wrapped my lips around him, sucking gently as I slid up and down his length.
His hands were in my hair, gripping it tightly as he watched me take him deeper. Each time I pulled away, he groaned in pleasure. He could feel the wetness of my saliva dripping onto the base of his cock, and he knew that he wouldn't last much longer.
Suddenly, he thrust his hips forward, impaling me on his shaft once more. His cock slid in and out of me, stretching me to new limits. I moaned with each thrust, my body responding to the sensations coursing through me. He held me firmly by the hips as he fucked me harder and faster.
His hands moved from my hips to my tits, squeezing and pinching my nipples roughly. The pain mingled with pleasure, making me even more aroused than before. I could feel him growing bigger in my mouth, his climax building.
"I'm going to cum," he said, voice shaking. "I want you to taste it when it comes." I nodded eagerly, not wanting to miss out on a single drop of his sweet nectar.
He pounded into me one last time before tensing up, signaling that he was about to explode. He pulled out just in time for his hot cum to splatter across my face and chest. The sensation of him shooting his load onto me was overwhelming. It covered my lips, my chin, even a bit of it dripping into the corner of my eye.
I felt exhilarated, alive. We were both breathing heavily as we came down from our high. Our bodies glistened with sweat and desire, entwined on the bed like two lovers who had just shared something truly special. But in reality, he was betraying his wife and family, all while I reveled in the afterglow of a stolen moment together.
As we lay there, hearts still racing from our intense encounter, I couldn't help but wonder: How much longer could he keep this secret hidden? Would she ever find out about our illicit affair? And what would happen when she did?