She’s waiting on the bed when I enter the room.
“We have to be quick,” she urges, laying back and parting her legs.
I unzip, move on top of her, and push inside. We fuck enthusiastically, driven by lust and the chance of being caught, our mouths mashed together to prevent noises. I thrust and she huffs, arching her back and moving her hips.
I look at the photos on the nightstand as we climax together. I remember their wedding.
I return to the party, joining our spouses and friends for another drink on the patio.
