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Amanda hurried back inside the house, her heart still pounding from her intense encounter with Seth. She could feel the sticky wetness of their mingled fluids on her thighs, a constant reminder of what had just transpired between them. As she washed up in the bathroom, she caught sight of her reflection in the mirror and hardly recognized the flushed, thoroughly fucked woman staring back at her.

With trembling hands, Amanda smoothed her hair and straightened her clothing, trying to regain some semblance of composure. She could still feel the phantom pressure of Seth's cock inside her, the way he had claimed her so thoroughly and completely. The thought sent a shiver down her spine and a fresh wave of arousal pulsed through her core. Amanda's body was still humming with the aftershocks of intense orgasm as she made her way back to the kitchen. She tried to calm her racing thoughts and breathing as she set about preparing dinner for her family. Her hands shook slightly as she peeled potatoes, the remnants of Seth's rough handling still visible in the form of small bruises forming on her inner thighs and lower abdomen. Time crawled by as Amanda went through the motions of preparing dinner, her mind constantly drifting back to her illicit tryst with Seth. She could hardly focus on the conversation with her children, her thoughts consumed by the feel of Seth's hands on her body and the deep, guttural noises he had made as he took his pleasure from her. Amanda felt like a live wire, every nerve ending alight with sensation and desire.

Amanda's hands shook as she set the table, her mind still reeling from the intensity of her encounter with Seth. The taste of him lingered on her tongue, mingling with the aroma of the roast chicken she had prepared. She tried to focus on the mundane task of setting out the silverware, but her thoughts kept returning to the way Seth had dominated her, the way he had taken what he wanted without hesitation or remorse.

As she reached for the wine glasses, her hand brushed against the stem of one, sending it clattering to the floor. The shattering glass echoed through the kitchen, causing her children to look up from their plates with surprise. "Mom, are you okay?" Martin asked, frowning at the mess at her feet. Amanda felt her face flush with guilt and embarrassment as she knelt to clean up the broken glass, her body still aching pleasantly from Seth's earlier attentions. She managed a weak smile as she assured her children she was fine, but her mind was far away, consumed by the memory of Seth's body pressed against hers, his strong hands gripping her hips as he thrust into her with relentless ****. As dinner continued, Amanda found it increasingly difficult to concentrate on the mundane conversation with her children. Her mind kept drifting back to the charged encounter with Seth, his rough handling and dominant presence still fresh in her mind. She squirmed slightly in her seat, feeling the lingering ache between her legs with every movement. The ache served as a visceral reminder of Seth's possession of her body, a secret brand that set her nerves alight with forbidden pleasure.

Amanda's phone buzzed in her pocket, making her jump. She quickly glanced at the screen, hoping for an excuse to slip away. Amanda's face contorted as she glanced at the screen, her phone displaying a message from Henry. It read: "I know you're probably busy, honey. I'll call later. I just wanted to say I love you and I'm thinking of you." She felt a pang of guilt as she read the message, knowing that she had been mentally and physically with Seth while her husband was away. Despite her affair, Henry's words still affected her, his love evident even in the simple message. Amanda's guilt momentarily overcomes her, and she quickly puts her phone away. She forces a smile and tries to focus on the conversation with her children, but her thoughts keep drifting back to Seth. As she eats, she notices her hand shaking slightly, a physical manifestation of her emotional turmoil. She can feel the dampness between her legs, a constant reminder of her afternoon activities.

Abigail, noticing her mother's distraction, asks if everything is okay. Amanda mumbles a noncommittal response, her mind still preoccupied with the recent events. She wonders how long she can keep this double life going, the thrill of her affair with Seth warring with her feelings of love and duty towards Henry. The tension in the room was palpable as Amanda and Abigail finished their meal, the weight of Amanda's secret affair hanging heavily in the air. Amanda's mind continued to wander, the memory of Seth's touch lingering on her skin, even as she **** herself to engage with her daughter's chatter about school and friends.

As the evening wore on, Amanda found it increasingly difficult to focus on her domestic duties. She went through the motions of cleaning up the dishes and tidying the kitchen, but her thoughts remained consumed by the events of the afternoon. The guilt she felt towards Henry was tempered by the lingering excitement of her tryst with Seth, a confusing swirl of emotions that left her feeling off-balance. She made her way upstairs, her legs feeling weak and unsteady. As she reached the master bedroom, phone buzzed again, this time with a call from Henry. Her heart began to race, anxiety flooding her as she prepared to talk to her husband. Amanda's hand shook slightly as she answered the phone, her voice quavering. "Hey, honey. How was your day?"