As I stood at the door, the darkness enveloped me, casting a foreboding shadow over my senses. The heavy wooden door creaked open, revealing the dimly lit room. My heart pounded in my chest as anticipation filled the air. I couldn't shake the feeling that this was wrong, but there was an undeniable allure to it.
The woman who stood before me was nothing like my wife. She had long, dark hair that cascaded down her back, and her eyes were a deep shade of green that seemed to pierce right through me. Her lips were full and inviting, a stark contrast to the thin-lipped monotony I'd grown accustomed to at home.
I hesitated for a moment before stepping into the room, my footsteps echoing off the walls as I closed the door behind me. The woman reached out and took my hand, her touch sending shivers down my spine. Our fingers intertwined as we walked towards the center of the room, our hearts pounding in sync with each other's.
She guided me to a large, plush bed that sat against the far wall. As we approached, I couldn't help but notice the sheer amount of candles that lined the walls, casting an eerie glow over the entire scene. The air was thick with anticipation and desire, the scent of her perfume lingering in my nostrils as she pulled me closer.
She leaned in to kiss me, her lips soft and inviting. My body reacted instantly, my cock hardening at the touch of her tongue against mine. Her hands roamed over my body, exploring every inch of skin she could reach. I reciprocated, my fingers tracing the curves of her hips and the swell of her breasts through the thin fabric of her dress.
As our kiss deepened, she began to unbutton my shirt, revealing the hard lines of my chest underneath. Her hands traced over my muscles, sending waves of pleasure coursing through me. I returned the favor, sliding my fingers beneath the edges of her dress and feeling the warmth of her skin against mine.
Our tongues danced together as we explored one another's bodies. I could feel the heat radiating from her core, a testament to the passion that lay dormant within her. My cock strained against the fabric of my pants, seeking release from its confinement.
She broke our kiss, her eyes filled with desire as she whispered in my ear, "Take off your pants." I obliged, feeling the cold air hit my naked flesh as I removed them and stepped out of them. She smiled as she took me in, her gaze never faltering from the sight before her.
With a gentle nudge, she guided me back towards the bed. Her eyes never left mine as she lowered herself onto the mattress, her hand beckoning me closer. I knelt between her thighs, my cock standing at attention as I looked down upon her. She reached out and wrapped her fingers around its base, a sly smile playing on her lips.
"You're big," she whispered, her voice barely audible in the dim lighting. "Are you ready for me?"
I nodded, my heart pounding in my chest as I positioned myself at her entrance. She reached down and guided my cock towards her wet slit, a single bead of precum glistening on its tip. With one swift motion, she pulled me inside, my cock engulfed by her warmth.
She let out a soft moan, her legs wrapping around my waist as she pushed back against my thrusts. My body responded instantly, my cock pulsing with each stroke as I plunged deeper and deeper within her. The feel of her tight pussy enveloping me was unlike anything I'd ever experienced before.
As we continued to fuck, the darkness surrounding us seemed to close in around us. Each thrust sent waves of pleasure coursing through both of us, our bodies moving together in perfect harmony. Her moans grew louder and more desperate, her hands clutching at my back as she reached her climax.
Her orgasm triggered mine, sending shocks of ecstasy through my entire body. I grunted with each thrust, the feeling of release washing over me like a tidal wave. As we lay there, panting and spent, our hearts continued to pound in sync with one another's.
The woman turned to me, her eyes filled with sadness as she whispered, "We can never do this again."
I nodded, knowing that the price for our transgression was too high. As I slipped out of her and began to get dressed, I couldn't help but feel a pang of regret. But there was also a sense of satisfaction, knowing that I had fulfilled a desire that had been buried deep within me.
As I opened the door and stepped back into the world of marital monogamy, I knew that my life would never be the same again. The darkness that had enveloped me during our encounter lingered in the air, serving as a reminder of the hidden pitfalls of infidelity.