The Experiment - Day 21

"Come in," Julie called out, slipping into a silky bathrobe to conceal her seductive attire.

Mark entered the suite, his eyes immediately drawn to Julie's flawless makeup and the unmistakable allure that radiated from her. "Hi. Wow... you look amazing, Julie. Your makeup is perfect."

"Thank you," she replied coyly, a knowing smile playing on her lips. "I did my best, just a little thank you for all your help during the experiment." As she made her way to the bar, she added, "But I could use a little something to set the mood."

To calm her nerves and bolster her courage, Julie poured herself and Mark a few shots of premium vodka from her personal bar. She downed them effortlessly, the fiery liquid searing her throat in a way she hadn't experienced since her early twenties.

"Mmm, that's more like it..." Julie purred as she collected the empty glasses from the table. "Now, shall we begin or did you want to talk about anything?"

"Not really, I see you're ready to go, so we might as well start," Mark said, picking up his camera gear.

Julie confidently strode into the center of the room, her satin bathrobe dangling loosely from her shoulders. "If you liked my makeup, you're going to love this," she chuckled, letting the garment slip off her body to reveal a lacy black bralette and matching panties with garter belt. Mark's jaw dropped as he drank in every inch of her flawless figure. "Do you like it?" Julie asked with a mischievous grin, watching his eyes roam over her curves.

As he fumbled with the camera equipment, his words stumbled out in a flustered jumble. "Wow, I love it. You... you look incredible," he blurted out, unable to look away from Julie. The golden light of the setting sun made every part of her body glow, like a magnet pulling him in. He was completely mesmerized by her beauty and forgot about everything else around them as he continued to stare in amazement.

"Are you sure? You look like you need another shot yourself," Julie chuckled, her voice sultry and inviting.

"Uh, yeah, maybe I do," Mark replied, still somewhat dazed by Julie's appearance. She passed him another full glass and he downed it all in one gulp.

"Good. Let's do it," she purred, her mind racing with anticipation. Her horny mind saw this was her chance to finally seduce him and make him succumb to her charms. As Mark fumbled with the camera, Julie felt a thrill course through her veins, finally she had the upper hand over him and that power was just... intoxicating. She was ready to seize this moment, and nothing would stand in her way.

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"I hope I'll give you something worth capturing," she teased him as she settled into the lavish armchair, one long leg casually draped over the other, bringing a cigarette to her kissable lips with practiced ease.

Mark's eyes were transfixed on the flame flickering at the end of her cigarette, his camera now aimed at her like an extension of himself. He couldn't help but be captivated by the way the smoke curled around her lips, framing her face in an ethereal veil that only enhanced her sultry beauty.

"Are you getting this?" Julie asked, taking a deep inhale and exhaling slowly, her blue eyes locked onto Mark's as she blew out a stream of smoke. Her ego swelled with intoxicating power, basking in the control she held over him. His apparent weakness fueled her insatiable desire for dominance, a hunger that burned through every fiber of her being - she was literally high on her own confidence and with her seductive power stronger than ever, she intended to use it to its fullest extent.

"Of - of course," Mark stammered, snapping a series of rapid shots as he tried to capture every nuance of her alluring poses. The camera shutter clicked furiously, echoing the pounding of his heart as he watched Julie through the lens.

Sitting comfortably in the armchair, she bent her leg and brought her knee up to her face, revealing herself even more, while making a perfect snap inhale and slowly exhaling a dense plume of smoke. With a sly grin she saw Mark's desire for her growing with each provocative pose she struck.

Mark couldn't believe how confident and alluring she had become, and every shot he took only fueled his desire for her.

"Liking what you see, huh? Is this what you had in mind for our little photoshoot?" Julie laughed, teasing him with a mischievous glint in her eyes.

"You have no idea. I'm taking some great shots here," Mark replied, trying to sound casual but failing miserably. He was completely under her spell and she knew it.

"Well then, let me give you something to really remember," she decided to push him further, moving to stand before the floor-length mirror. With purposeful slowness, she raised the cigarette to her lips, taking a drag and allowing the smoke to billow forth like a lover's sigh.

"Make sure you get my reflection, too," she instructed, her voice velvet smooth as she met his gaze in the mirror. Mark adjusted his angle, focusing not only on the seductive woman before him but also on her sultry doppelganger in the glass.

As the camera continued to click, Julie couldn't help but marvel at her own reflection, succumbing to her own vanity. She had never felt so alive, so powerful, and so desirable. Her heart raced with excitement, a wicked smile playing on her lips as she took another drag from her cigarette.

"Mark," she chuckled, her voice barely audible above the sound of their synchronized breathing. "I hope you find my way of expressing gratitude satisfying. Or do we have to go further?"

He didn't answer but smile, and the look in his eyes told her all she needed to know. The fire between them was undeniable, and Julie reveled in the fact Mark couldn't hide his attraction towards her anymore.

During their talks these past few weeks he always seemed to be ahead of her, guiding her in the direction he desired, perhaps even manipulating her a bit. She knew now he deliberately pulled the strings in such way that she picked up the smoking habit. She didn't mind it though, she loved her cigarettes, but now she felt the urge to finally change the power dynamic between them. No longer content with being puppeteered by him, she felt a rush of invincibility and an undeniable seductiveness coursing through her veins.

As the shoot progressed, Julie draped herself over the edge of a chaise lounge, her lit cigarette dangling from her fingers. She looked up at Mark with heavy-lidded eyes, a sly smile playing on her full lips. "What do you think, Mark? Should I consider modelling more often?"

"Absolutely," he replied, his voice husky as he snapped more photos. "You're stunning."

"So you like seeing me like this?" She teased, letting out a sultry laugh as she blew a column of smoke into the air.

"You can't even imagine. I'm just glad I'm the lucky guy capturing all this," he shot back, his grin widening as he continued to shoot her provocative allure.

But amidst the excitement and lustful tension, guilt gnawed at Julie's conscience. She thought of George and knew that what she was doing would shatter his trust in her. She was openly seducing another man. Yet, somehow, the wrongness of her actions only fueled her desire even more.

She felt she just had to become this woman - a sultry, smoking seductress who could command any man's attention with just a look. But as she embraced her sensuality and tapped into her immense erotic power, her own body responded in kind. Her pulse quickened and her breaths came in shallow gasps as she felt herself becoming dangerously aroused. Every nerve tingled with anticipation, and she knew that once she unleashed this sexual energy, there would be no turning back.

"Mark," she murmured, her voice thick with emotion as she took another drag from her cigarette. "I don't know what's come over me, but... I'm really enjoying myself posing... for you."

He stopped in his tracks, lowering the camera to meet her gaze. His eyes were deep and filled with longing, reflecting her own desires. However, as he spoke, there was a sense of control in his tone that couldn't be broken through. "Julie," he said softly, "you're incredible. I never did a photoshoot with anyone so alluring. But, you know, maybe we had enough for today."

Julie's heart sank as she reluctantly admitted, "I suppose you're right." Her disappointment was evident, but she couldn't understand why he was pulling away again. His gaze was filled with desire, yet he didn't make a move. It was clear that they both wanted each other, so why wasn't he taking action? It wasn't the sex itself that she desired, at least not mainly; she desperately wanted him to make a move, to recognize her incredible sex appeal and her irresistible attractiveness with more than just verbal compliments. She needed him to fully succumb to her in order to feed her own vanity. Driven by her dark desires, she refused to let this opportunity slip through her fingers again.

"Wait," she interjected, an idea forming in her mind. "There's one more pose I want to try. In the bathtub." She gestured toward the luxurious jacuzzi on the other side of the suite. "Would you mind turning around while I undress and get in?"

"Of course," Mark said, averting his gaze as he turned away from her.

As Julie slipped out of her lingerie, she hesitated for a moment, thinking about George, but the thrill of what she was doing pushed her forward. She slid into the hot water, relishing in its comforting warmth as it surrounded her body. With a flick of a button, she turned on the bubbles and watched as they rose up around her, creating a veil of privacy from Mark's gaze. Yet despite the bubbles, she couldn't shake off the thrill of being exposed and **** in front of him.

"Okay, you can look now," Julie called, taking a drag from her cigarette as she leaned back against the edge of the tub. Her eyes locked with Mark's as he turned back around, and she saw the hunger in them, making her feel even more powerful and desired.

"Wow..." Mark breathed, raising his camera once more. "You look divine."

Julie smiled seductively, her dark smoky makeup only enhancing her allure. "I know," she murmured, surprising herself by her own audacity.

Although the bubbles that swirled around her concealed her body, she still felt nude in front of him, causing her arousal to grow uncontrollably. The fact that Mark couldn't clearly see what she was doing under the water, made her hand travel on her own to her crotch, caressing her already-sensitive skin. The dual sensations of the warm water and her own touch sent shivers up her spine, making her moan softly.

"Mark..." she said softly, barely audible over the bubbling water. "I want you to capture... my passion." Her eyes were dark and intense, brimming with desire that radiated throughout the room.

He nodded, his hands shaking slightly as he snapped photo after photo, each one more sensual than the last. Julie continued to play with herself under the water, her movements subtle enough that Mark couldn't quite tell what she was doing – but he could see the raw emotion on her face, the way her lips parted in ecstasy as she smoked and teased herself.

"Julie," he breathed, his voice thick with unspoken longing, "what you're doing today to me is pure ****."

"Is it? And here I am, having the time of my life." Her lips curled into a cruel smirk as she took one final drag from her cigarette and lit another one immediately after.

"I can see that... and that's the reason of my agony," he responded in the same fashion.

"In that case, we should put an end to your suffering," she replied with a mischievous grin as she rose gracefully from the tub, water cascading down her body like a waterfall. Mark took a quite a long glance at her glistening body before turning around.

"Mark," she said, her voice sultry and commanding, "would you mind covering me with a towel? My hands are a bit occupied." She gestured to the cigarette seductively, knowing full well she could have done it herself.

"Of course," Mark replied, his fingers trembling as he reached for the plush white towel on a nearby rack. He approached her cautiously and gently draped the towel over her shoulders, his hands lingering on her wet skin just a moment longer than necessary.

"Thank you," Julie murmured, her eyes locked onto his, daring him to look away. "You wouldn't mind wiping me dry, would you?"

"Huh... I don't think that would be appropriate, Julie," he replied, trying to keep his voice steady.

"Maybe. But then again, you didn't care about what's appropriate when you asked me to model for you, did you? So help me out," she replied, a playful smile tugging at her lips, as she slowly moved the towel from her shoulders. She was enjoying this dance of seduction too much to let it end now.

Mark gulped and nodded as he went to dry her off. His touch was soft, almost worshipful, as he ran the towel over her curves. The heat from her skin seeped through the material, scorching him. His heart thumped in his chest; it felt like it could explode any second.

As he roamed across her body with the towel, she smoked alluringly, with every exhale accompanied by a soft moan the erotic tension that filled the room was building up. She knew how much this affected him, how much he longed to touch her, to taste her. She craved him just as much - her obsession with tempting him had backfired, leaving her unable to resist now that he was so near. With him finally giving in to her advances, Julie could no longer contain her excitement.

"Mark," she whispered, drawing his gaze upwards. Her smoky eyes had softened slightly, but they were still filled with a blazing desire that made him weak in the knees. "I think you missed a spot," she said mischievously, motioning towards her damp boobs. The chill of the cold air made her wet nipples stiff, but it was nothing compared to the intense desire pulsing through her body.

Without uttering a word, Mark tentatively moved his hands over her boobs. "Julie, I..." Mark began, his words trailing off as his eyes met hers once more.

"Shh," Julie whispered, placing a finger against his lips. Her heart was pounding, the blood surging through her veins like a wildfire. She knew it was going to happen now. A battle raged within her, torn between desire for this man and loyalty to her husband. But the need for Mark was way stronger, threatening to consume her whole.

"Mark," she breathed, her voice barely audible above the hum of the bubbles dissipating in the water, "I want you." With those words, she took a deep drag from her cigarette and exhaled slowly, right past Mark's face.

"Julie," he asked, his voice thick with emotion, "are you sure?" His eyes searched hers, seeking confirmation of what he'd heard.

"Yes..." she replied, her voice firm and unwavering. The decision had been made, and there was no turning back now. Her hand reached up to his face, fingers brushing against his stubble. She felt his strong, masculine features beneath her touch, sending shivers down her spine.

"Julie," he murmured, his voice rough and husky. The restraint he'd been exercising finally snapped, and he leaned in, capturing her lips in a tender kiss, but the passion behind it was undeniable. She responded eagerly, her fingers tangling in his hair as she deepened their connection.

"Wait," Julie breathed, breaking away from the kiss for a moment. She glanced at the still-lit cigarette between her fingers, intending to put it out. But Mark stopped her, his hand covering hers.

"Don't," he commanded softly, his dark eyes filled with desire. "I want you just like this."

She hesitated for only a second before acquiescing, taking another deep drag from the cigarette. She knew what he wanted. As she exhaled, the smoke curled around Mark's face, lingering like a soft caress. He pulled her close, their lips meeting in a fiery embrace. The taste of nicotine mingled with their shared passion, fueling their desire even further.

Their mouths melded together in a frenzied embrace, their tongues entwined in a lustful dance. Mark's hands gripped Julie's back, pulling her close to the throbbing bulge in his jeans as they devoured each other with reckless abandon. She moaned into his mouth, feeling the heat of desire radiating through her body. His fingers trailed along every curve of her body, igniting intense sensations that left her gasping for more. Julie put out he cigarette and eagerly explored the hard planes of his chest and shoulders with both her hands, reveling in his strong, masculine form. With each touch and kiss, their passion grew hotter and wilder.

Her thoughts danced wildly in her mind, caught between guilt and pleasure. Is this really happening? Am I betraying George? But as Mark's firm grip moved to cup her breast, any doubts were silenced by the waves of desire crashing through her. He was finally hers, submitting to her after all this flirting and tension between them.

"Oh Mark... yes... I want you so bad," she moaned, arching into his touch as he trailed down her neck and took her nipple in his mouth. She trembled from the sensation and yet she wanted more, needed him to claim her body and soul.

In a surge of passion, Mark lifted Julie off her feet, carrying her across the luxurious suite to the huge velvet platform bed. The silky sheets whispered softly as he laid her down, his strong hands caressing the curves of her body as if she were a priceless work of art. Julie's heart raced in anticipation – this was the moment she had fantasized about each day these past few weeks, and now - it was finally coming true.

"God, you're so beautiful," Mark murmured, his eyes drinking her in like a man dying of thirst. Julie felt a shiver of delight run through her at his words; in that instant, any lingering thoughts of George vanished from her mind.

"Show me how much you want me," she whispered, arching her back and offering herself to him. Her blue eyes locked on his, daring him to take control, to give her the pleasure she craved.

"Light one up for me, Julie. I want to see you enjoy yourself," Mark growled and descended upon her, his mouth leaving a trail of fiery kisses along her neck and collarbone. Julie grasped a nearby cigarette, lighting it up and inhaling deeply, the smoke wreathing around her head like a halo of sin. Mark's lips continued their journey down her collarbone and along her chest, stopping at her boobs before continuing downwards, making Julie gasp with pleasure. She closed her eyes and let herself get lost in the sensations – the warmth of Mark's body pressed against hers, the sweet taste of tobacco on her lips, and the slow burn building within her.

Suddenly, Mark pulled back and looked into Julie's eyes with an intensity that took her breath away. "Watch us," he gestured to the mirror above them before descending back once again.

Julie tilted her head to watch their reflection in the mirror above the bed. In it, she saw her new self – hair disheveled, skin flushed with desire. There wasn't the old Julie anymore, no more a loving wife and a responsible mother, just a horny blonde that let another man please her. With a triumphant smirk, she observed her alter ego take control as she took a deep drag and exhaled the smoke out at her own reflection, tauntingly.

As Mark continued to explore her body, Julie watched their reflection intently, she just couldn't tear her eyes away as his mouth moved lower and lower, until she saw their reflection in the mirror – her face twisted in ecstasy, Mark's face buried between her thighs.

Julie's breath caught in her throat as she watched Mark's expert mouth explore every inch of her most intimate areas, his tongue gradually moving from her outer lips inward to her soaked core. Her legs trembled in his grasp as he controlled and manipulated her body with sudden assertiveness, even dominance. She could feel the power emanating from him, his hands firmly holding her in place as he devoured her with unbridled passion.

She traced the line of her body in the mirror - following from her swollen lips down to her heaving breasts and further down where Mark was focused on giving her immense pleasure. The view captured in the mirror was one of pure passion; it made her grip onto Mark's hair tighter as his skilled tongue never ceased its dance.

"Mark, please," Julie begged, her voice quivering with desire. "I can't... you're gonna make me cum if...mmm... you continue..."

With a devilish grin, Mark continued licking her delicious pussy, basking in the sounds of Julie's moans and gasps. Each one was music to his ears, spurring him on to give her even more.

"Oh God," she cried out, her hands gripping the sheets tightly. "Don't stop... don't you ever stop..."

He chuckled darkly, relishing in the power he held over her. "You want more?"

"Yes... please... more," she whimpered.

He obliged and steadily pushed two fingers into her pussy as Julie's body shook beneath him. Her eyes remained locked onto their reflection in the mirror – watching this new Julie transform before her very eyes.

This scene, this experience – it was all unfolding exactly how she had fantasized about it. Mark’s tongue moved rhythmically against her clit and his fingers worked her with unbelievable expertise.

The sensations and the sight were so erotic that waves of pleasure soon rippled through her, culminating in an earth-shattering orgasm that left her breathless. All the built up tension and desires from weeks of longing were finally quenched in this moment of blissful climax.

"Oh, Mark... that was... beautiful," she gasped as she gradually returned to a calm state after experiencing such intense pleasure.

Mark grinned, "I don't think I've ever made someone come so hard and so fast with just my mouth."

"Well... I've been waiting for this happen for some time now," she admitted and bit her lip.

"Me too, Julie...," he nodded with a cocky grin on his face. Julie noticed his reserved, polite and charming manner gave way to a more dominant and commanding side. It surprised her, but part of her liked this change in him.

"It's my turn now, we'll see how long you'll last," she breathed heavily with a devious grin, perching herself on the bed. Her insatiable lust drove her in the remnants of previous bliss and with the curiosity of what he was hiding in his pants consuming her every thought it did not once occur to her to deny herself the pleasure of sucking his cock. She loosened his belt and slid down his pants, revealing a nice, girthy cock, hard as steel. He was maybe a bit larger than George, but not by much. His incredible hardness spoke of his arousal, proving he had been anticipating this moment for quite some time as well.

He couldn't resist the seductive gaze in her eyes, his body aching with desire. She knew exactly how to tease and tantalize him, taking a slow drag of her cigarette before exhaling along his rigid member, just like she saw in one of the smoking fetish pornos. He moaned as she leaned down to engulf him in her warm mouth. The sweet scent of smoke was wafting over him as her lips moved expertly up and down his throbbing cock. He could feel every slick slide of her tongue and every hot breath against his skin, driving him closer to the edge. As she took him deeper and deeper into her mouth, he lost himself in the intoxicating sensation until he couldn't hold back any longer.

"Fuck, Julie... this is so hot..." he groaned, his hands tangling in her platinum blonde hair as she expertly sucked his cock. The sight of her, the taste of her, the feel of her – it was all too much for him to handle, and with a strangled cry, he surrendered to the intense pleasure she was giving him.

"You're driving me nuts. I can't... hold back..." Mark gasped, his body tensing as he lost control. Julie felt him pulse in her mouth, his cum filling her mouth as she continued to milk his shaft until there was nothing more. She swallowed, savoring the taste of him, before bringing the cigarette back to her lips for a much needed final drag.

"God," she thought, "this is so wrong... but why does it feel so... right?" The passion left no room for guilt or doubt – at least for now. "Come here," she stubbed out the cigarette and pulled Mark down to the bed, their lips meeting in a lustful kiss.

Mark lay on top of her as their lips melded together in a sloppy and **** kiss. Despite their recent release, their primal desires only grew stronger. Julie clawed at him, her nails digging into his back as she begged for more.

"Are you sure about this?" Mark gasped, his cock already springing back into action. The sight of Julie spread out below him, her legs open invitingly, was driving him mad, yet he wanted to hear her say it. "I'm your counselor and... you're married. There's no going back after this."

Julie just laughed. Her voice was like liquid silk, wrapping around him and drawing him closer. "We've already gone beyond boundaries, Mark," she purred, her eyes burning with lust. "I told you I wanted this... I need you in me."

With a lustful nod, they both knew they were in too deep to turn back now; their desires had taken over. "Fuck," Mark groaned as his cock slid across her drenched pussy, his eyes locked on hers. "You're so wet for me," he whispered, savoring the sight of her dripping arousal.

Julie's eyes gleamed with passion and longing as she let out a throaty moan, her body arching towards her lover. "Stop teasing me," she pleaded, "I need your cock inside."

Mark buried himself deep within her, feeling every inch of her tight walls surround him. She gasped and dug her nails into his back, urging him on. "God... you feel... so good," he grunted, setting a steady pace that had them both panting and lost in pleasure.

Julie's body quivered with anticipation as another man entered her, breaking the sacred vow she made on her wedding day. The thought of being filled by someone other than her husband was almost too much to handle, but she couldn't resist the intoxicating pleasure. The reality of another man's cock pounding into her was overwhelming, yet so damn satisfying.

In a split second, she knew she was betraying everything she had promised to hold dear. George's face flashed in her mind, his trusting and loving eyes that would soon turn to betrayal and hurt. There was no turning back now, no rationalizing or justifying her actions. But instead of guilt and shame, there was just mind-blowing pleasure as Mark ploughed his way inside her. The thrill of defying all that was once sacred, of doing something completely opposite to her nature, felt oddly similar to the moment when she lit her first extra cigarette on her her own. This rebellious bliss coursed through her veins, igniting a fire inside her that burned with pure lust. A sense of unbridled, self-centered freedom was like a ****, each thrust of Mark's rock-hard rod crushing the once solid and impenetrable walls of her moral restraints. In that moment, Julie shed the remnants of her old identity of being a responsible mother and wife, and in it's place a shameless, cheating slut was emerging; one that was spreading her legs further apart to welcome the cock of another man even deeper in her.

Their bodies moved in sync, the wet sounds of their fucking filling the room. "Oh my god...I can't believe this is happening... you're actually fucking me now, Mark," Julie moaned, almost absentmindedly.

"Been wanting this for a while now, huh?" Mark asked with a smug grin on his face.

Julie looked at him, flustered, and gave a subtle nod, whispering a breathy "Yeah".

"I didn't hear you, babe," Mark pushed, wanting her to say it louder.

"I... Yeah!... I've been wanting this for weeks..." Julie gasped out, feeling guilty but aroused.

"I knew it, Julie. I saw it. But damn, I never thought you'd actually cheat on your husband like this... You're a naughty little thing, aren't you?" He taunted her, his eyes boring into hers as he gripped her hips tightly and thrust deeper inside her.

Julie's mind was spinning. Why was he suddenly acting like this? Why was he pushing her limits?

She ignored him and instead pulled him down towards her, moaning into his ear, "fuck me, Mark. Fuck me harder!"

He paused for a moment, observing her for a moment, like he was analyzing the whole situation, before granting her wish, eagerly thrusting into her with increasing fervor.

Their lips crashed together again in a whirlwind of passion and desperation. Mark grunted against her mouth as he drove deeper into her core. Julie gasped, arching up to meet his thrusts eagerly. The moans that escaped from Julie's lips as he pounded her were like a symphony to Mark's ears.

"Damn, Julie... you're so fucking hot right now..." Mark groaned.

Julie's moans of ecstasy filled the room as Mark's cock pressed directly on her G-spot. "Oh god... right there...shit... so, so good..." she gasped, her nails digging into his skin as he continued to please her. "Don't stop, don't you dare fucking stop..."

Mark grinned cockily, knowing he was driving her wild with desire. He increased his pace, thrusting even harder into her wetness. "You like that, baby?" he taunted, feeling her walls clench around him in response. "I can feel how much you want it."

"Ahh fuck yes... just like that... oh my god... I'm gonna cum!" Julie screamed in pleasure as she was reaching her peak.

With each thrust, she could feel herself getting closer and closer to the edge. And when it finally hit her, it was like an explosion of pure ecstasy that left her gasping for air. Her back arched off the bed as she let out a loud, primal scream, her orgasm consuming every inch of her being. She couldn't control the moans and cries escaping her lips, and she didn't care who heard them. All that mattered in that moment was the overwhelming pleasure coursing through her body. It was raw, intense, and utterly satisfying.

"Oh, Mark... that was fucking amazing... so good..." she moaned in the throes of pleasure. Mark slowed down his thrusts and gently caressed her cheek. "You're such a passionate, beautiful woman, Julie. Watching you cum was just incredible," he praised her before diving into a passionate kiss with her.

With his cock still buried deep inside her, she gasped in his ear, "Whew... Well I can't help but be passionate when your hard cock is filling me up like this. If you can... last a little longer for me, how would you like to have me?"

"For you, baby, I could fuck you all night long," Mark replied with a wicked grin. He pulled out and gestured her to go on all fours, "I want you like this, babe."

Julie swiftly changed position, presenting herself to him.

"Alright then, stud. Fuck me like this...hard and deep, just like before," she begged, arching her back and offering him the perfect view of her ass in the air.

Mark's grip tightened on Julie's hips, his eyes devouring the sight of her unabashedly presented curves. "There's no man alive that could deny you now," he stated in a seductive purr, tracing his hand down her spine, and eliciting a shiver from the woman beneath him. This was no longer the strict and overworked married woman she once was; this was a goddess of desire.

He plunged back into her soaked pussy with a renewed fervor, his hands firmly grasping onto her hips for leverage. Her slender silhouette writhed underneath him as he carried on in rhythm, his movements deep and measured.

Julie's moans filled the room again, her body writhing with pleasure as Mark pounded into her.

"Fuck me!" she gasped, arching her back with each thrust.

"Oh my God... just like that," she cried out, her hands gripping the sheets as she surrendered to the intense sensations. Mark's skilled movements sent waves of ecstasy through her, and she couldn't contain her cries any longer.

"Yes... yes... yes!" she screamed, as he pushed them both towards the edge of bliss.

Her eyes rolled back as she felt another orgasm building up inside of her. "Mark...fuck... I can't believe it... I'm gonna cum again..." she whimpered as he mercilessly continued pounding her pussy.

Mark's voice was rough with desire as he suggested, "I'm gonna cum too... Let's finish together." He pulled her back into the missionary position, his hands gripping her thighs tightly.

She began to finger her clit with one hand, her body meeting Mark's thrusts in perfect rhythm, their moans of pleasure growing louder.

As they both approached their climax, Julie's body began to shake and tremble from all the stimulation. And then it hit her again, another wave of ecstasy, consuming every inch of her being and making her cry out in pleasure.

"FUCK...OH MY GOD...AHHH!" she screamed with her face contorted in ecstasy, her back arching as wave after wave of pleasure washed over her. In that moment, Mark pulled out at the last moment and came all over her, his cum cock squirting all the way to her neck. They were completely lost in each other and the intense release of their mutual orgasms.

As the last echoes of their cries rang out in the room, they fell into a heap on the bed, their bodies slick with sweat and a shared release. Mark traced his finger over Julie's flushed skin, his touch feather-light against her quivering form. He watched as she breathed heavily, her chest rising and falling in sync with his.

"Wow," she murmured, her eyes lazily opening to meet his. "That was...awesome."

Mark chuckled lightly, running his fingers through his damp hair before pulling her closer. "Awesome is an understatement," he said, his voice filled with gratification. He planted a soft kiss on her forehead, pulling her even closer.

Julie traced patterns on his bare chest with her fingertips, a quiet sigh escaping her lips. "You're right. I can't believe how fantastic that felt," she confessed softly. She moved her hand to cup his face, bringing him in for a gentle kiss that spoke volumes more than any words could.

"Yeah," Mark agreed, returning the kiss passionately before nuzzling into her neck. "We are definitely doing this again. And soon."

"Mmm, yeah," she purred. "But right now I need a break, I'm all sore down there. Uhm, I've read something about having a smoke right after sex. You know anything about it?"

Mark instantly reached for their cigarettes and an ashtray, chuckling, "sure, some say the cigarette after sex is the best, because they relax you even more. Here, try it yourself."

Taking a cigarette from Julie's pack, Mark lit it and placed it gently between Julie's lips. Her mouth curled into a smile as she took a deep inhale, her chest rising and falling with the languid rhythm of her breath.

Mark couldn't help but watch in awe as Julie exhaled slowly, her lips parting to release a stream of smoke that danced upwards in lazy spirals. A soft sigh escaped her lips, the smoky plume shrouding her in an ethereal fog that seemed to glow in the dim light. "Mmm, this is really... nice. So soothing..." Julie purred before taking another drag.

Drawing his own cigarette to his lips, Mark joined her. As they lay there, naked and spent under the soft glow of dim light, their bodies curled around each other like two pieces of a puzzle. They shared sweet kisses between each drag of their cigarettes, reveling in the moment of their afterglow, gentle touches and relaxing smoke.

Once they finished, they took a steamy shower together, the warm water cascading over their slick bodies. But it only made them more aroused again and they couldn't resist going back to bed for another quick romp. Moans and gasps filled the room once more and they both reached one more climax together. Exhausted but satisfied, they cleaned up with a quick shower before snuggling up in bed together for some after sex cuddling.

Mark was soon dozing off, but Julie's racing mind didn't allow her that luxury yet. She couldn't help but wonder how long it would be before the guilt set in. For now, though, all she could think about was the man who had made her feel more alive than she'd felt in years – and the undeniable connection that pulsed between them.

She never thought she could unleash such unrestrained passion, especially not with someone she barely knew, but here she was, in the afterglow of burning desire. This unique feeling she discovered during this experiment - the sense of giving herself in to pure pleasure - was so addictive, threatening to consume her permanently. But deep down, a persistent gnawing sensation clawed at the fringes of her consciousness. She squeezed her eyes shut, desperately trying to push away the guilt and shame as images of George – her devoted husband, the man she had sworn to be loyal to – flashed through her mind.

"Are you okay?" Mark mumbled in his half-sleep, sensing the shift in her mood.

"Of course," she reassured him, forcing a smile. "Just...tired. It's been quite a night."

He nodded and closed his eyes again. "You're amazing, Julie. Truly."

"Thank you... you're an incredible man too," she whispered, her heart swelling with equal parts pride and shame. As Mark drifted off, his arm wrapped protectively around her, she was left alone with her thoughts.

Thankfully, Mark's steady breathing was working like a sleeping pill on her and together with exhaustion, sleep managed to find her and take her worries away. Momentarily.

As her tired mind drifted into dreamland, her phone lay untouched on the table, forgotten in the face of this all-consuming ecstasy. And George, waiting anxiously for his weekly check-in from her, never received anything from his beloved wife.