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"Does Tom want to watch?" you ask as you glance toward the desk where your laptop sits, then down at your phone. "Should we set up a video call? Or should I call him to come over?"

Claire chuckles, a sultry, vibrating sound that stirs something deep in your gut. She shakes her head, her dark hair catching the warm ambient lighting of the room. "No," she murmurs, stepping closer to you, the hem of her robe whispering against her calves. "No video, no audience. He doesn't want to watch. I'll tell him everything later. For Tom, the imagination is so much stronger an aphrodisiac than actually watching it happen. He likes to imagine it.

You look at Claire , this attractive half-Japanese, half-white woman who has willfully walked into your room as a gift from her husband, driven by her own intense lust.

"Alright," you say, a slow smile spreading across your face. "But we save the wine for afterwards. Consider it a celebration."

"A celebration," she echoes.

You close the distance. There is no lingering hesitation, no polite preamble. You put your hands on her waist, pull her in, and your mouths meet. Claire gasps into the kiss, her lips parting instantly to welcome your tongue. The taste of her is sweet and demanding.

The kiss escalates quickly. Your hands slide down the plush fabric of her robe, finding the tie at her waist. With a swift tug, the knot loosens. You slip your hand beneath the heavy terry cloth, your palm meeting the searing, bare skin of her midriff.

Claire lets out a sharp, ragged gasp against your lips as your hand moves upward. Your fingers cup the heavy, buoyant curve of her breast, finding the nipple already stiff and aching for touch. She shudders violently, her fingers digging into the hair at the back of your head, her hips tilting instinctively forward into yours.

"God, you're so hot," you mutter, breaking the kiss for a fraction of a second to lick the nape of her neck.

"I've been hot and bothered since the hot tub," she confesses, her breathing shallow and frantic. She arches her neck, giving you better access. "Even before that... I wanted my husband. I begged Tom to touch me. But he refused. He told me he was saving me for someone special. He knew we’d find someone tonight, and when he saw you, he decided. He kept taunting me, whispering what you were going to do to me while we were sitting right next to you in the water. He made me so hot... I thought I was going to lose my mind."

The confession inflames your lust even further. Knowing she has been primed for hours, denied release by her husband specifically so that her husband can serve her to you, pushes you over the edge. You guide her backward toward the expansive king-sized bed. She falls back onto the crisp white sheets, her robe parting completely to reveal her nakedness, her generous breasts rising and falling with every frantic breath.

You drop your sweatpants, the tension in your body coiled tight like a spring. Settling between her thighs, you feel the radiating heat radiating from her. She hooks her legs around your waist, pulling you down, her eyes wide and dark with absolute submission.

As the crown of your length presses against her slick, aching entrance, you look down at her beautiful, flushed face. A smirk plays on your lips despite the overwhelming friction.