The air was thick with anticipation as my wife, Elizabeth, stood before me in nothing but a lace teddy and heels. Her eyes were smoldering with desire, her breath heavy, and her chest rose and fell with each labored gasp. It was clear she had been thinking about this moment for days, perhaps even weeks.
I couldn't help but notice the way her body shifted under the soft fabric of her teddy, her hips swaying slightly as she took a step closer. The thought that crossed my mind then was one that I hadn't dared to entertain before: maybe I wasn't the only one who had been thinking about this moment for weeks.
As Elizabeth drew nearer, she reached out and placed her hands on my chest, her fingers tracing delicate patterns as if trying to etch the moment into my skin. Her lips were close to mine now, and I felt a sudden surge of heat between us that threatened to consume us both in an instant.
But then, just when it seemed like we would succumb to the intensity of our passion, she pulled away, her eyes filled with mischief and a hint of trepidation. "Not yet," she whispered softly before turning on her heel and walking away from me.
I watched as she disappeared into another room, my heart pounding in my chest like a wild drumbeat. I knew what was about to happen - the reality of it hit me hard as I realized that Elizabeth had set this whole scene up just for me. And now, she wanted to make sure I understood how much she desired me, how much she craved my touch, and how much she needed me in her life.
As I followed her into the dimly lit room, I could feel a sense of urgency building within me. My heart raced as if trying to escape from my chest, and I knew that this was going to be one encounter that neither of us would ever forget.
Elizabeth had set up a bed with silk sheets and pillows in the middle of the room, illuminated by only the soft glow of candles scattered around the space. She lay down on her back, her legs spread wide, inviting me to come closer. I hesitated for a moment, unsure whether I should take this chance or not.
But then she looked up at me with those smoldering eyes and said something that sent shivers down my spine: "Do you want to know what it feels like to cheat on your husband?"
With those words echoing in my ears, I knew there was no turning back now. I stepped forward, my hands trembling slightly as they reached out for her. Our lips met in a fierce kiss, our tongues dancing together in an erotic ballet that only served to further fuel the fire that burned within us both.
As we continued to kiss, Elizabeth moved her hand down towards my waistband, undoing my belt with practiced ease before reaching inside and pulling out my already hard cock. I groaned softly as she took me into her mouth, her tongue swirling around the head before moving down along the shaft.
It wasn't long before I could feel myself nearing the edge, my body tensing up in anticipation of the release that was imminent. But Elizabeth had other plans for us both. She pulled away suddenly, leaving me gasping for breath as she climbed onto the bed and spread her legs wide again.
I knelt between them now, my eyes locked on hers as I watched her fingers slide down to her own moist center. She moaned softly at the touch, her hips lifting off the bed as if trying to bring more of herself into contact with my hand.
With a growl that escaped from deep within me, I pushed myself forward, driving myself inside her in one swift motion. Elizabeth cried out in pleasure, her hands clutching at the sheets beneath her as I began to move inside her, thrusting deep and hard with each stroke.
Her body responded to my every touch, her hips meeting mine with a fervor that matched my own. We moved together like two dancers lost in their passion, our bodies melding seamlessly as we sought out the heights of ecstasy that lay just beyond our reach.
As I felt myself nearing the peak once more, Elizabeth reached up and wrapped her fingers around mine, guiding them towards her own clit. With a final thrust, I let go completely, my body shuddering as I filled her with my seed in one final explosion of pleasure.
We lay there for several moments afterward, our bodies entwined and panting softly from the exertion. As we finally disentangled ourselves from each other's embrace, I couldn't help but feel a sense of awe at what had just transpired between us. It was as if we had been granted access to a secret world where our desires were not only understood but celebrated in all their glory.
As I looked into Elizabeth's eyes one last time before leaving the room, I knew that this would forever be etched into my memory as one of the most passionate and intimate encounters I would ever experience. And while I couldn't help but feel a twinge of guilt for cheating on my husband, there was also an undeniable sense of satisfaction that came from knowing that we had both gotten what we truly desired.