The wife is introduced!

Maja, wife of Sigvard Karlsson and stepmother of his son David, wagged her full ass as the young, clean-shaven man stood behind her. She gasped as he took a firm grip around her hair and smacked her buttocks. She felt the usual shameful arousal when his stiff manhood pressed against her wet pussy. She embraced his shaft with the muscles inside her cunt, met his hips as they began moving in a steady rhythm. His hand slid around her waist, reached to stimulate the pink pearl hidden on top of her wet folds. She spun like a cat as he firmly pulled her hair and increased the speed.

Maja saw herself gazing back from the mirror at front of the bed. Even though she was only four years from her forties, she was still hanging on to the beauty that had made her so notorious during her youth. Her looks had of course changed, but in the best possible way. A safe, shielded life had kept her skin smooth. Her discipline regarding food, **** and tobacco made her body well-rounded instead of thick or sinewy. And still had no major wrinkles or gray hairs made their entrance.

She felt how the younger man, almost a boy as he was, pulled on her hair, **** her to her knees. She moaned as his lips kissed the back of her neck. One hand squeezed her stiff breasts as he drilled his cock deeper.

"Do you like it when I fuck you, bitch?" he whispered in her ear.

"Mm," moaned Maja.

"What do you think your husband would say if he saw you now?" Patrik asked, grabbing her throat firmly.

The shame welled at the thought of Sigvard seeing her now, being fucked by this young, pimple-faced man, but for some reason - which Patrik was well aware of - it only made her pussy drip all the more.

"He would get angry," Maja said.

"Would he punish you?" Patrik bit into her ear while he emphasized his words with even stronger thrusts against her ass.

"Maybe," Maja moaned.

"He should, because you deserve it." He pinched her hard nipples before pushing her face back onto the sheets. "This is how it goes when you are an unfaithful bitch." He pulled out his cock and parted her buttocks. Without pardon he pressed the cock against her forbidden hole, as he had done many times before. The sphincter gave way and his cock filled her tight bottom almost to the root.

It still hurt, but not like the first few times, when she hadn't even been able to walk afterwards. The pain was quickly followed by pleasure these days, which came from more than just the feeling of his cock in her tightest, most sinful hole. It was also how forbidden it was, in both deed and situation, as well as knowing that she was completely under his control.

Sigvard, her husband, was a strong man. But he had always been overly tender towards her, especially in the bedroom. A fine lover with hands and tongue, but always in full control of himself. He had never **** her face against the sheets, hard enough to make her gasp for air, as he ravished her helpless body. He had never torn off her dress, making buttons fly in all directions, while grabbing her face and pushing his cock deep into her mouth. He had never **** her to lie still on her back while jerking fast, before spraying his thick, white seed over her waiting face.

Patrik had done all those things the first night they met, and more since then.

She had spent two months at the capital, away from her husband and family. Tomorrow she would start her journey home and she had made it clear to Patrik this was their last night together. Of course, he had decided to make the best of it. He drilled his cock hard and deep between her buttocks and Maria felt an orgasm start its approach.

He filled her with his seed as she screamed in climax. She panted with her brows buried against the sheet as he playfully smacked her buttocks and pulled out his shrinking member. He lay on his back next to her, resting his hands under his head. She put her cheek against his chest, as she knew he wanted.

"So you're really leaving me tomorrow?" Patrik asked.

"It's time," Maja replied.

"You can stay. No one is forcing you to go back."

Maja sighed. She had been afraid that this would happen. "No one is forcing me to go home. I just want to."

Patrik was silent and she could feel his chest getting tense. She regretfully closed her eyes as she knew what was coming.

"I love you."

"You are cute," Maja replied, kissing his cheek. "But you know I belong to someone else."

"He's not enough for you."

"It ... that's not true," Maja replied.

"Why else are you with me?"

"It's not that simple ..."

Patrik looked down at her. "Do you regret being with me?"

"No," said Maja. "And yes."

"Can you give a fucking answer at some point? Do you love me or not?"

Damn, she had known it would lead to this. From the first moment, she had known that this was the final destination. A broken heart for him, and eternal shame for her.

"No, I do not," she said as tenderly as she could. "I love my husband."

Her chin hit the bed as Patrik got up and began to dress. "Thanks for the answer," he said just before leaving her alone in the hotel room. Maja did nothing to stop him. Instead she sank deeper between the sheets while staring up at the ceiling. She was not a stupid woman. She had known this was going to happen. And how the shame would strike at her. She closed her eyes. There was no taking back what was already done. It was time to face the consequences.