He accepts.

“Okay,” he answered weakly. “I’ll do it.” He couldn’t believe his own words, but his heart couldn’t just deny how great this felt. The sex, the danger, the wrongness… it felt better than ever. “What about your husband though? Won’t he catch us if we keep doing this?” he asked with some apprehension.

“I know his schedule like the back of my hand, and he’s nothing if not consistent. I’d bet even the times he meets with his girlfriend are set at least two weeks in advance,” Amelia sighed.

“Doesn’t it bother you that he’s cheating on you?”

“It used to. A lot.” She grinned lustfully, quickening her strokes on his dick. “I thought it was unfair he was getting some while I was left unsatisfied. But now that I have my own fuck buddy, I don’t give a damn what he does.”

As if to drive the point across, she lowered her head and took his cock inside her mouth again, sucking on it with loud moans and slurping sounds.

He rested his hand on Amelia’s head as she bobbed up and down. He leaned back on the sofa, relaxing his tense body, enjoying an excellent blowjob and allowing himself to fall into darkness.

He was having sex with a married woman, and it felt amazing. If that’s how thing would be, he would go all out. Something changed inside him, and he’d take full advantage of it.