home

I was in a state of shock as I heard the knock at the door. I had been expecting Brad to come back, but I had never expected it to be so soon. I was at home with my husband, but I couldn't help but feel a thrill of excitement as I opened the door and saw him standing there. His eyes were smoldering and he seemed more determined than ever to have me.

He pushed his way into the house and grabbed me, pushing me up against the wall. He was so strong and powerful, and I felt overwhelmed by his presence. His hands were everywhere, groping and squeezing me as he kissed my neck and face. His strong hands felt so good on my body, and even though I wanted to resist, I found myself growing more and more aroused.

I wanted to push him away, but before I could stop myself, I was already moaning in pleasure. I could feel my pussy getting wetter and wetter, and I was losing control. I knew that I should be ashamed and embarrassed, but I couldn't help it. I wanted Brad, and I wanted him now.

He tore off my clothes and pushed me onto the bed, his hands exploring my body as he kissed me hungrily. I felt my body responding to his touch, and I gasped in pleasure as he entered me. He moved inside me with such ferocity that I felt my body quivering with pleasure. His thrusts were hard and fast, and I felt my orgasm quickly approaching.

Just as I was about to reach my climax, he whispered something in my ear.

"Say my name and tell me how much you want me. Tell me that you want me more than your husband."

I felt a wave of shame wash over me, but I couldn't deny the pleasure that I felt at his words. I moaned out his name and begged him to take me harder and faster. He complied, and soon I was screaming out in pleasure as I came harder than I ever had before.

Afterwards, Brad got dressed and said goodbye. As he walked out the door, I felt a strange sense of satisfaction. I had just done the unthinkable – I had let another man make love to me while my husband was in the house. I felt a thrill of excitement at the thought, but I also felt scared and ashamed. I had crossed a line, and I wasn't sure if I could ever go back