In the dimly lit room, the air was thick with tension and desire as he slid his fingers under her dress, tracing the outline of her moist and swelling pussy. He felt her shudder and gasp as she bit her lip to contain a moan. Her nipples were hard against his touch, aching for attention as he cupped one in his hand and gently rolled it between his thumb and index finger.
She was wearing a lace thong that barely covered her womanhood, revealing the soft curves of her pussy lips. The sight filled him with an insatiable hunger for her flesh. He could see her juices glistening on the fabric, and he longed to taste them.
"Take off your panties," he whispered, his voice rough and gravelly with arousal. She hesitated for a moment, then slowly reached down and hooked her fingers into the sides of her underwear before sliding them down her legs. They pooled around her ankles, leaving her exposed and vulnerable.
Her pussy was slick and wet, inviting him to explore its depths. He knelt between her legs and leaned in, inhaling deeply as he took in the scent of her arousal. It was intoxicating, driving him wild with desire. His hands wandered down her body, stroking the sides of her breasts before finally finding their way to her pussy again.
He teased her clit with the tip of his finger, eliciting a whimper from her. She clutched at his shoulders as he continued to touch and caress her most intimate parts. He knew she wanted him more than anything, but he also knew that it would hurt her if he were too rough.
"Please," she breathed, her eyes pleading with him. "Make me feel good."
He smiled at her vulnerability, loving the way she needed him so much. With a deep breath, he slipped his fingers into her wet folds, feeling her clench around them as he explored her depths. He could feel the tension in her body building, and he knew that she was close to orgasm.
He slid one finger in deeper, feeling her walls tighten around him. She moaned softly, arching her back in pleasure. "That's it," he murmured, his voice filled with lust. "Let go for me."
She nodded, her eyes closed and a look of pure bliss on her face. He increased the pressure on her clit, watching as she began to shake beneath him. Her moans grew louder, echoing through the room. She was close now, so close.
"Come for me," he commanded, his voice low and husky. "Let go."
She did as he asked, screaming out her release as her body convulsed around his finger. He watched in awe as she trembled and shook beneath him, the intensity of her pleasure evident on her face. When she finally came down from her high, she was panting heavily, her body still trembling with aftershocks.
He knew that it wasn't enough for him to merely watch her orgasm; he needed to feel the same intense pleasure himself. So, he stood up and positioned himself between her legs once more. His cock was hard and throbbing, desperate for release. He didn't need to ask her permission - she wanted this as much as he did.
He lined up his dick at the entrance of her pussy, feeling the warmth of her wetness envelop him. He pushed slowly, savoring the sensation of her tight walls closing around him. Her pussy was so warm and inviting, a perfect fit for his cock.
As he began to move inside her, she gasped with each thrust, her body responding to his in kind. The sound of their bodies coming together filled the room, creating a symphony of lust and desire that heightened their passion even further.
He reached around and gripped one of her breasts, pinching her nipple between his fingers as he continued to fuck her with abandon. She arched her back once more, urging him onward. "Fuck me harder," she demanded, her voice hoarse with need.
And so he did, thrusting deeper and faster until they were both panting and sweating, lost in the primal pleasure of their sexual encounter. Her pussy was clenching around his cock, milking him for every last drop of his desire. He knew that it wouldn't be long before he reached his own climax.
With a final, powerful thrust, he came inside her, filling her with his seed as she screamed out her own orgasm. They both collapsed onto the bed, their bodies still shaking from the intensity of their passion.
As they lay there, entwined in each other's arms, he couldn't help but feel a sense of satisfaction and fulfillment. This was what cheating on his wife had been all about - the raw, unbridled passion that only comes with the knowledge that you're doing something forbidden and wrong.
And so, as they drifted off to sleep in each other's arms, he knew that this would not be their last tryst together. For now, however, he allowed himself to savor the memory of this moment, a secret pleasure that no one else would ever know about.