The room was dark, save for the soft glow of the moon filtering through the curtains. The only sound was the steady rhythm of her husband’s snores as he lay beside her, deep in sleep. But despite the tranquility of the scene, a storm was brewing inside her.
She couldn’t help it. She craved him. The man had been occupying her thoughts and fantasies for weeks now. The thrill of cheating overpowered any guilt she might have felt, and she knew she had to have him.
Slipping out from under the covers, she tiptoed across the room and made her way downstairs. She found him waiting for her in the living room, just as she knew he would be.
He looked up at her with those piercing blue eyes, his gaze filled with desire and anticipation. He didn’t say a word; he didn’t need to. They both knew why she was there.
She crossed the room to where he sat on the couch, his muscular frame filling up the space. She could feel her heart pounding in her chest as she climbed onto his lap, straddling him with a hunger that surprised even herself.
His hands found their way to her hips, gripping them firmly as he pulled her closer. She could feel his hardness beneath her, pressing against her most intimate place, and it sent shivers down her spine.
Leaning in close, she captured his lips with hers in a desperate kiss. It was like fire and ice all at once; passionate and intense, yet somehow still gentle. His tongue danced with hers as they explored each other’s mouths, their bodies pressed tightly together.
She moaned into his mouth as she ground herself against him, feeling a surge of wetness between her legs. The ache inside her was growing stronger by the second, and she needed him to fill it.
Breaking away from their kiss, she leaned back slightly and reached between them, fumbling with the button on his jeans. Her hands were shaking with a mixture of nerves and excitement, but she managed to free him from his denim prison.
He was even more magnificent than she had imagined. Long and thick, with a slight curve that made her pulse quicken. She wrapped her hand around him, relishing in the feel of his hardness, before guiding him to her entrance.
With a slow and steady motion, she sank down onto him, taking him in inch by glorious inch. A low groan escaped her lips as he filled her completely, stretching her in all the right ways.
She began to move, rocking her hips back and forth as she rode him with an urgency that bordered on desperation. His hands found their way to her breasts, kneading them through the fabric of her nightie before pulling it down to expose them fully.
His mouth closed around one hardened nipple, sucking and nipping at it until she thought she might lose her mind. The sensations were overwhelming; every touch, every thrust brought her closer and closer to the edge. She could feel the familiar tightening in her belly as her orgasm approached. She rode him harder and faster, chasing that elusive release until it finally crashed over her like a tidal wave.
Her body shook with pleasure as she cried out his name, not caring if it woke up the entire neighborhood. He continued to thrust into her through her climax, prolonging the ecstasy until he could no longer hold back.
With a guttural moan, he buried himself deep inside her as he found his own release. She could feel him pulsing within her as he emptied himself completely, their bodies joined together in a moment of pure bliss.
They stayed like that for what felt like an eternity; two souls intertwined in the darkness of night. Eventually, they untangled themselves from each other’s embrace and got dressed in silence.
As she made her way back upstairs, she couldn’t help but steal one last glance at him. He looked so peaceful, so content, and, for a moment, she wondered what it would be like to wake up next to him every day.
But as she slipped back into bed beside her husband, she knew that could never be. This was their secret, their stolen moments in the dead of night. And as much as it tore her apart inside, she wouldn’t have it any other way.
She closed her eyes and tried to push away the guilt that threatened to consume her. She had what she wanted; what she needed. And for now, that would have to be enough.
