In the quiet suburban neighborhood, Emily and her husband Mark had been married for ten years. Emily, a stunning woman in her early thirties, possessed a body that turned heads: curvaceous figure with smooth, porcelain skin, full and firm breasts topped with pale pink areolas, plump and tender labia, and a tight, warm vagina that promised ecstasy. Mark adored her, but lately, their marriage had grown routine. That all changed when Alex, Mark’s old college friend, came to stay for a weekend. Alex was charming, with a dangerous edge that ignited something forbidden in Emily.
One evening, after Mark had gone to bed early, Emily found herself alone with Alex in the living room. The air was thick with tension. Alex’s eyes roamed over her body, appreciating the way her silk nightgown clung to her curves under the dim lamplight. ‘You’ve always been irresistible, Emily,’ he whispered, his voice low and seductive. She felt a rush of heat between her thighs, her plump labia swelling with arousal.
They moved to the bedroom quietly, the door clicking shut behind them. Alex pulled her close, his lips crashing against hers in a hungry kiss. The taste of him was salty-sweet, mixed with the faint bitterness of whiskey. His hands explored her body, fingers tracing the smooth texture of her skin, warm and slightly damp with anticipation. He cupped her full breasts, thumbs circling the pale pink areolas, feeling her nipples harden like pebbles under his touch.
Emily’s breath hitched as Alex’s hand slid lower, parting her tender labia. Her clit throbbed, swollen and sensitive, as he gently stroked it. The scent of her arousal filled the air – a musky, feminine perfume that mingled with his masculine sweat. She moaned softly, the sound a mix of whisper and gasp, as his fingers delved into her tight, wet heat. The inner walls of her vagina were slick with moisture, the folds contracting around his digits.
He positioned her on the bed, turning her onto all fours for their first union. His cock was fully erect, veins bulging along its length, the purple-red head glistening with pre-cum. ‘Tell me you want this,’ he growled. ‘I need you inside me, Alex,’ she replied, her voice trembling with desire, knowing this betrayal added a thrilling danger to their passion.
Slowly, he pressed the swollen head against her entrance. The insertion was agonizingly deliberate: her plump labia parted like petals, enveloping him inch by inch. She felt the friction of his veined shaft against her slick inner walls, which writhed and squeezed in response. Deeper he went, the wet heat wrapping around him like a velvet glove, until he bumped against her cervix, sending a jolt of pleasure-pain through her.
The rhythm built gradually – slow thrusts that allowed her to savor every sensation, the slap of flesh against flesh echoing softly, mingled with the wet squelching sounds of their union. Her vagina clenched tighter, the folds massaging his length. As he pushed deeper, it felt as if he was entering her very womb, a profound fusion that blurred the lines between them.
High climax approached with a prelude: her breathing quickened to ragged gasps, her vaginal walls beginning to spasm lightly, love juices flowing copiously, coating his shaft in slippery warmth. Then the peak hit – her body trembled violently, muscles tensing as her vagina contracted like a fist, squeezing him rhythmically. She screamed, a raw, throaty cry, as waves of ecstasy crashed over her, love fluids squirting in hot spurts. Her whole form shook, breasts heaving, skin flushed and slick with sweat.
In the afterglow, her vagina pulsed gently around him, the mixture of their fluids creating a sticky, warm embrace. Her cervix seemed to throb in response, a deep satisfaction washing over her soul as they lay entangled, breaths syncing in harmonious exhaustion.
They cuddled briefly, whispers of guilt and thrill exchanged, before desire reignited. Emily straddled him for the second round, facing him, her full breasts bouncing as she lowered onto his rigid cock. ‘You’re mine tonight,’ she murmured, eyes locked with his. The insertion was swift this time, her tight passage swallowing him whole, the friction intense against her sensitive folds.
She rode him with varying pace – slow grinds that let her feel every vein and ridge, then faster bounces that made wet slapping noises fill the room. The scent of their mingled essences – sweat, musk, and semen – grew stronger. His hands gripped her hips, guiding her as he thrust up, hitting her cervix with each deep plunge, evoking that womb-penetrating bliss.
Her orgasm built again: breaths shortening, inner spasms increasing, fluids drenching them. The climax exploded – shuddering tremors, fierce contractions milking him, a flood of juices, her cries echoing. Post-climax, the gentle throbs and sticky warmth lingered, their souls intertwining in forbidden ecstasy.
Afterward, they slipped into the bathroom for a shower, steam filling the air. Under the warm cascade, water droplets traced her curves, glistening on her smooth skin. Alex pressed her against the tiled wall from behind for their third encounter. ‘One more time,’ he urged. ‘Yes, make me yours,’ she gasped, the danger of being caught heightening the thrill.
His erect cock, still slick from before, slid into her with ease. The slow engulfment was exquisite: her labia blooming around him, inner walls undulating, the heat and wetness enveloping fully until that cervical impact. Water amplified the sounds – rhythmic splashes, her moans mixing with the patter of droplets.
Pumping varied from gentle rocks to forceful thrusts, each stroke rubbing her clit indirectly, scents of soap mingling with their arousal. High tide neared: rapid breaths, preliminary twitches, increased lubrication. The summit was cataclysmic – full-body quakes, vaginal vise-grip contractions, squirting release, piercing screams. In the ebb, pulsing aftershocks, mingled fluids warmed by the water, a profound union sealing their secret.
As dawn approached, they parted with a final kiss, the taste of shared sin lingering. Emily returned to Mark’s side, her body sated but her heart conflicted. The weekend’s passion had rekindled something wild in her marriage – or perhaps ignited a dangerous flame that could consume them all.
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