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His hard, erect cock bobs as Dirk pushes himself over me.

I know what will happen as soon as he enters me. Then I'll be done for. His monster thing will fuck me senseless and I'll let it happen without resistance.

Again.

Part of me wants exactly that. A not insignificant part.

But I can still think reasonably clearly. I can't throw away everything I've built my life on so far. My marriage to Thomas isn't just on paper. I love him, despite all his shortcomings. We raised our daughter together. Relatives, friends, and acquaintances—they all consider us a model of fidelity and solidarity. And until now, that has been the truth. The whole and only truth.

As of today, there is a second, alternative truth. I am having sex with another man. With Thomas's best friend. Amazing, earth-shattering sex that I never could have dreamed of. I'm afraid I might become addicted to it. In anticipation of what is about to happen, my stomach is already cramping up. Just thinking about it makes me feel almost dizzy. My body remembers what it feels like to be torn apart and recreated. Once it starts, I won't be able to stop him.

If I want to prevent it, now is the time.

“Don't. Go! Please,” I beg.

The corners of his mouth turn up. I suppose it's supposed to be a smile. But I recognize the cruelty behind it. He knows what's going on inside me. What he's doing to me. He understands the conflict between my words and the way my body reaches out to him. And that's what fuels him. He wants me to love him and hate him at the same time.

He pushes my clenched legs apart effortlessly. My last barrier. I lie beneath him, wide open. My pussy is still throbbing from the orgasm he brought me with his tongue and fingers. Everything feels soaking wet beneath my butt. I'll have to change the bedding before Thomas notices anything. Hopefully the skirt clinging to my thighs will come clean in the wash.

His glans touches my velvety folds, pushes between them, finds the entrance.

Aaah!

I involuntarily spread my legs even further. Welcome him. Let him in.

My hands grab my ankles and hold them tight. Pull them up over my shoulders.

This makes it even easier for him, allows him to penetrate even deeper.

I am rewarded as the tip of his hammer penetrates my innermost depths. Unbelievable.

It hurts and at the same time it doesn't. My body goes into overdrive. I fear my eyeballs are rolling back so that only the whites are visible. The world disappears and I look directly into paradise.

He pauses.

What? Why?

My vaginal muscles try to hold him in on their own. To pull him deeper inside again.

With difficulty, I focus my gaze. I look Dirk in the face. He clears his throat, waits until I signal that I'm listening.

His voice sounds deep. “Are you using contraception, Jessica?”

What? Why is he asking that? Why now?

My head is spinning. I hadn't thought about it. My pregnancy was over twenty years ago. I'm not thinking about having another child. But yes, it would be possible. When are my fertile days? I try to calculate.

Dirk slams his groin against mine. Starts fucking me without restraint again.

I want to keep a clear head. But it's hard to put two and two together when a jackhammer is nailing me against the bed.

I've lost my lust. I brace my arms against him, push him away. Too weak. I can't compete with his weight and superior strength. He doesn't slow down. Quite the contrary.

I don't want Dirk's child!