It was never enough, she always wanted more.
“I get off on the adrenaline rush almost as much as I get off on your cock,” she’d whispered one night as we fucked in her car after work.
And now this.
She’d called round to the house while my wife was out doing the weekly shop. She went upstairs. I followed, trying to stop her.
She’d stood in our bedroom, her coat dropping to the floor. She was naked underneath.
“I want you to fuck me on her bed.”
A quick glance at the clock.
How could I say no?
