Risk it

In your head, you said fuck your marriage. You decide to stay with Selina, to revel in the aftermath of your carnality. You collapse beside her on the bed, your body sticky with sweat and the scent of sex heavy in the air. Her breathing is still ragged, her body trembling from the intensity of the experience. You wrap an arm around her, pulling her closer to your side as you both try to catch your breath.

Selina ask. "Will you stay with me?" Her voice is small, filled with a neediness that you find oddly endearing. You nod, knowing that staying out this late will only add fuel to the fire of your wife's suspicion, but you're too caught up in the moment to care. You stroke her hair, feeling the softness of her skin against your fingertips.

"I will. Why would I leave when I have such a warm and willing hostess?" You reply with a smug grin, your arm tightening around Selina's waist. The room is still, the only sounds are the occasional creaks from the old house and the quiet whispers of your breathing.

You spend the next few hours with Selina, exploring each other's bodies in every way possible. She's eager to learn, to please, and you're more than happy to teach. You take her in every position you can think of, her cries of pleasure mixing with the occasional whine of pain as you push her limits. But she never says no, never asks you to stop, and that only makes you want her more.

She seems to never run out of energy, eager to satisfy every whim you have. You feel like a king, her body your playground. Each time you cum inside her, you feel a sense of possession that goes beyond the physical. It's as if you're marking her, branding her as yours. The power is intoxicating, and you can't get enough.

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