Yes.

They went directly to the 10th floor. There, there was only one apartment. The landlords’. There was a wall covering the whole width of the building and a door to Mrs. Wilson’s place.

They had a hard time pulling away from each other, but did so only for the time it took them to step out of the elevator and for Mrs. Wilson to open the door.

The place was definitely fancy, but right now all he cared about was finding a suitable place to take this married woman. The living room seemed good enough. It was spacious with light brown wooden tiles and white rugs, a white sofa and two white chairs around a black coffee table. There was an electric fireplace and a huge flat-screen TV over it; not to mention the big windows that were more than enough to light the place during the day.

He took Mrs. Wilson by the hand and rushed to the couch. She followed with a hungry grin. She laid down on the couch on her own accord, spreading her arms to beckon him close.

“Come here, tiger,” she purred.

For a single moment, seeing Mrs. Amelia Wilson laying on the couch calling for him, he realized what he was doing.

It was insane! The woman was married for god’s sake! Married! That was as serious as relationships got!

…

It was where he believed his previous relationship was heading.

‘She didn’t care. Why should you?’

An intense rage started to build up inside him. A desire to get even with the world. Time and time again he had been the one that got screwed over. Well, what if now it was his turn to screw someone over? That was how the world worked, right? Good people get the short end of the stick while assholes take what they want without repercussions.

He dove right in, hovering over Mrs. Wilson as he wrapped his lips around hers and started unbuttoning her shirt. She whimpered sexily as he dry-humped her, she moaned into their kiss and grabbed onto his hair as if trying to push his tongue deeper down her throat.

She arched her back and took her hand behind her to undo her bra. She casually took it off and dropped it at her side on the floor. Hungrily, William seized her tits, taking one nipple into his mouth while his hand kneaded the other, enjoying the feeling of her soft, ample bosom.

“Ah…! Ah…! Yes…! Mmm! Your tongue feels so good on my tits!” She moaned and writhed below him in pleasure. “Your hands are so good, too! Mmmh! My husband can’t make me feel like this!”

He could feel the heat coming from her body and her eyes. She looked at him with eyes full of desire and need. None of his previous girlfriends had ever looked at him like that. It made him feel powerful.

“Mrs. Wilson…”

“Nonononono… Call me Amelia. Call my name as you take me,” she purred, smiling in anticipation. “Give it to me William. Please. Fuck me. I need it.”