The Experiment - Day 23

Julie stretched her limbs and let out a soft sigh, feeling surprisingly refreshed compared to the emotional turmoil of the previous day. As she lay in her huge bed, she made a decision: she would stop wallowing in guilt over her actions with Mark and instead focus on completing this experiment without giving further into her dark desires.

"I can't let it happen again," Julie whispered to herself, steeling her resolve. "I'll tell him it was a mistake, he'll understand. He'll have to."

Buoyed by her newfound determination, Julie decided to spend the morning indulging in the luxurious amenities of her suite to help clear her mind. Clad in a plush robe, she made her way towards the sauna, the scent of cedarwood filling her nostrils as she stepped inside. The heat enveloped her, soothing her tense muscles and helping her thoughts drift away like wisps of steam.

Julie sighed contentedly as she leaned back against the sturdy wooden bench. For a moment, all her worries disappeared and she felt truly relaxed. "I wish we could have something like this at home," she thought wistfully, knowing it was out of their budget.

After a while, beads of sweat glistening on her skin, Julie left the sauna, took a quick cold shower and eased herself into the bubbling hot tub. The sensation of the water jets massaging her body brought a moan of pleasure to her lips, unwittingly echoing the sounds she had made with Mark the two nights ago.

"Stop it, Julie, don't even think about it," she chided herself mentally, trying to push the memories away. "Just relax and enjoy this. You deserve some peace."

As she soaked in the hot tub, Julie replayed her plan in her head. She would face Mark with confidence, apologize for her lewd behaviour the other night, put an end to their affair, and regain control over her life. It wouldn't be easy, but she was determined to set things right. She'll have to sort things out with George, but all in due time.

"Tonight, I'll look Mark in the eyes and tell him it's over," Julie vowed, her heart pounding in her chest at the thought. "I won't let my desires control me anymore."

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The afternoon was slowly turning into evening as Julie stood by the window, cradling a fine crystal wine glass filled with a deep red liquid. Taking a slow, measured sip, she savored the taste before allowing herself a drag from her cigarette – an indulgence that had become a powerful source of comfort.

She exhaled a plume of smoke, watching as it dissipated into the air. The combination of wine and nicotine worked its magic, numbing her emotions just enough to keep the guilt at bay.

As the sun continued its descent, Julie glanced around the room, her gaze lingering on the large wall mirror that dominated one side of the suite. A white sheet, hastily thrown over it previous evening, hid her reflection from view.

"What the fuck did I do last night? I drank a lot, but still... it was weird as hell," she muttered under her breath, taking a long drag from her cigarette. "I don't think I can face myself right now."

She paced the room, her thoughts a whirlwind of doubt and resolve. She played a conversation in her head, preparing to confront Mark and end their affair once and for all.

"It was just a one time slip," she said to herself, trying to rationalize her actions as if that would make them more acceptable. "I mean it. I owe it to George, to our kids, and to myself to put a stop to this madness."

And with renewed determination, Julie finished her glass of wine, stubbed out her cigarette, and prepared herself for the confrontation that lay ahead.

---

Her heart raced as she stared at her reflection in the bathroom mirror, wondering if her mind would spiral out of control again, but thankfully nothing weird happened. It was just her looking back in a confused gaze. "What were you expecting to see, looney?" she mocked herself, her hands shaking slightly as she applied dark, smoky makeup to her eyes. It matched her favourite outfit for the evening she'd chosen – a form-fitting black dress that tightly hugged her curves.

"Stay strong," she murmured to herself, trying to focus on her resolve to end things with Mark. But as she traced the smooth curve of her cheekbone with a makeup brush, she couldn't help but notice the way her blue eyes sparkled with anticipation, thick eyeliner contrasting their glow even more. It was as if some part of her still craved him, despite her best efforts to push those desires away.

"What the hell am I doing?" she muttered under her breath, pausing in her makeup application. "I'm supposed to be ending this tonight, not dressing up like... like this."

But even as she chastised herself, Julie quickly found a justification: she wanted to appear confident and strong in front of Mark. She wanted him to see her as more than just a ****, **** housewife who'd fallen into his arms out of weakness. And perhaps, she admitted to herself with a twinge of guilt, there was still a tiny part of her that wanted him to desire her.

She lit up a cigarette and smirked as she resumed applying her makeup, whispering to herself, "Yeah, let him stare all he wants; it will feel even more satisfying when I reject him. Julie, you have the power in this situation and you call the shots." She took a deep breath and continued perfecting her appearance with a sense of control and confidence.

With her makeup complete, Julie stepped back from the mirror and surveyed her reflection. The woman staring back at her was fierce and sexy, a far cry from the bland and pristine business version she saw herself at most days. She bit her lip, admiring the look she adopted in the last weeks.

"There's no way in hell I'm going back to that plain, boring look after this experiment ends," she mused, her fingers absently playing with the hem of her dress. "I bet George is going to love this change... it might even help smoothing things out with him."

The knock on the doors jolted Julie from her thoughts. Her heart skipped a beat as she realized that Mark had arrived.

"This is it. Tonight, I take back control."

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Julie opened the door, and there he was, Mark, in all his disarming charm. He held a laptop under his arm, and his tight white shirt accentuated the toned physique that had captured Julie’s attention since they first met. She tried to keep her face neutral, but she could feel the heat rising to her cheeks as memories of the other night instantly invaded her thoughts.

"Good evening, Julie. How are you doing?" Mark asked with a warm smile, stepping inside the suite.

"Hi, Mark. I'm fine, thanks," Julie responded coolly, closing the door behind him.

"Glad to see you're doing alright," Mark commented, glancing around the luxurious suite. His eyes landed on the covered wall mirror, and he raised an eyebrow. "What's with the cover-up?"

"Uh, nothing," Julie replied dismissively, summoning her indifferent act. "The reflection from that angle was somewhat... twisted. I didn't like it."

"Sure..." Mark seemingly agreed, not pressing the matter further. Julie could tell he had sensed there was something more behind it, but he played along, keeping his suspicions to himself.

"Shall we... sit down and talk, or?" Julie asked, gesturing towards the couch. She took a seat, maintaining some distance between them as Mark settled down opposite to her.

Mark cleared his throat and spoke with a gentle yet sincere tone, "I don't want to avoid the issue, so let me address what happened last night right away. What we... no, what I did, was unprofessional and completely inexcusable. I sincerely hope that my mistake, this lapse in my judgement, won't have any negative impact on your personal life, Julie."

"No, Mark," Julie started, the same way she prepared herself it would go. Despite the storm brewing in her, she was calm and collected. "It's me who should apologize. It was my... tasteless behaviour that caused all of this, not yours. And for that I'm truly sorry. I'll handle my personal life and take full responsibility, my only hope is that you won't face any issues yourself. Professionally, I mean."

Great, you nailed it like a pro! Now let's wrap up this meeting and get back to real life, Julie patted herself on the back and let out a sigh of relief as she finished her part.

"Oh, don't worry about me. We can pretend it never happened and just focus on finishing the experiment from now on. And no more photoshoots," Mark finished with a smirk.

Julie exhaled, relief flooding through her. She hadn't expected it would go so easy. "Thank you, Mark. That means a lot to me. I think it's best if we just... keep things professional. And yes, that excludes photoshoots, sadly. We know how that ended," Julie chuckled, feeling the tensions dissipating between them.

"Of course," he smiled. "Now, since we're both aiming to be professional, let's get to business. I brought today my laptop to record your daily progress. So, as usual, please give me the exact number of cigarettes you smoked yesterday and today, how you were feeling and you know, all the standard questions."

As he opened his laptop and started typing Julie's recounts, she couldn't shake the feeling that he was still secretly analyzing her every move, reading between the lines of her words.

---

"Everything looks fine, but you seem to be falling short today. You still have...let me check...5 cigarettes left for the day," Mark's concern was evident in his voice, though it was hard to tell if he genuinely cared or not.

"Really?" Julie thought, she wasn't going to accept this without a fight. She had been smoking over the limit for weeks now. "That doesn't make sense. I smoked almost a pack and a half yesterday, so that should count towards today's quota."

"I'm sorry, but no," he cut her off, his tone leaving no room for negotiation. "The rules state a minimum for each day and any extra from previous days doesn't carry over. I don't see much sense in this either, but unfortunately, I don't make the rules. So I suggest you light one up."

Julie swallowed hard, pausing for a moment as she let his words sink in. She spent too much time in sauna and now she had to make up for it. But what really troubled her was that she would have to smoke in front of him.

"I... I guess I'll have to do it, then," she finally said, reaching for her her cigarettes and lighter. She drew one out from the pack, staring at it with a heavy sigh before bringing it up to her lips. Without any hesitation, she lit the end; the flame flickering just for a moment before it caught onto the cigarette.

She took a long, slow drag, the taste of the tobacco filling her mouth and nostrils. As she exhaled, the smoke curled up towards the ceiling in a lazy dance, and she thought about the apparent lack of scientific method of this experiment. And what about him? Was he going to stay there, watching her smoke all five of them? She didn't like it...

As expected, Mark watched her intently from across the table; his eyes never leaving her face as she finished the first one and lit the second one right after. "I understand this might be hard for you," he said quietly. "You're not used to smoking so many in a row."

Julie's smile was tinged with wryness as she replied, "No, it's not really an issue for me anymore, I've gotten used to them by now." But there was a thought weighing on her mind that she couldn't bring herself to voice. Smoking in front of him made her uneasy, bringing back a subtle tension between them because she knew how much he was drawn to it. But another truth that she wasn't ready to admit, even to herself, was that she enjoyed the way he watched her smoke.

Mark leaned back in his chair, studying Julie as if she was some kind of fascinating mystery that he was trying to unravel. "Why don't you have a drink with that? It might make things easier."

"A drink?" Julie repeated, her eyebrow raised in question at Mark's suggestion. She knew that **** would make it easier to smoke the cigarettes and perhaps even ease the tension between them.

"Sure," she replied, trying to sound nonchalant, though she couldn't deny the way her heart skipped a beat at his offer. A single glass wouldn't hurt, right? Besides, she needed something to calm her nerves.

"Bordeaux?" Mark asked from the bar.

"You know my taste," she smiled softly, watching as he uncorked the bottle and poured them each a generous glass. As he handed her the wine, their fingers brushed against each other, sending an electric jolt through her body. She quickly retracted her hand, trying to hide her reaction.

"Cheers," Mark said, raising his glass in a toast. "To professionalism and new beginnings."

"Cheers," Julie echoed, clinking her glass against his before taking a sip. The rich, velvety liquid warmed her throat and spread a pleasant heat through her chest, making her feel more relaxed and at ease.

Mark leaned in, his voice soft and concerned. "So, how was your day, Julie?"

Julie's eyes met his with a hint of weariness. "It was alright," she replied, her shoulders slumping slightly. "Better than yesterday. It's easier now that I've sorted it all out in my mind."

Mark nodded understandingly. "Well, that's good to hear," he said with a small smile. "If I may offer some advice... I realize it's strange hearing it from me, the source of your problems, but anyway; I think you should remember to enjoy the remainder of this experiment. At least try. There's no need to make your life miserable ahead of time. Leave the future to the future and focus on the present."

A smile slowly spread across Julie's face as she looked at the smoke curling upwards from the tip of her cigarette. "Alright," she agreed, looking back up at Mark with newfound determination. "I see no reason not to. Now that the boundaries have been established."

"Great. Another glass?" Mark offered, raising the bottle in his hand. Julie felt a just a bit lightheaded already but nodded anyway. She watched as he poured another generous serving, his movements smooth and steady. He handed her the glass, their fingers brushing again, sending another electric jolt through her body.

"Thank you," she murmured, taking a sip and relishing the way it warmed her senses. Mark simply watched her, his gaze inscrutable.

The tension between them was slowly building again – a mix of apprehension and anticipation that made her jumpy, yet excited at the same time.

"Mark," Julie began hesitantly, biting down on her lower lip. "This... uhm... what are we doing exactly?" Her voice was hardly more than a whisper as she looked into his eyes.

Mark's gaze met hers unflinchingly. "Well, what do you want us to be doing, Julie?" he asked quietly.

His question caught her off guard, causing instant tingling in her stomach. On the surface, it seemed like a valid question but it felt more like a provocation or even a suggestion. And in that moment she wasn't sure what she wanted exactly – or rather, she didn't want to admit what she wanted. The answer was there, lodged deep in her heart, shrouded in guilt and fear. But she couldn't voice it.

"I don't know really," she whispered back, her gaze never leaving his as she tried to figure out what was happening to her. It's just an intense biological reaction, she told herself, shrugging off the undeniable chemistry that seemed to be simmering between them. She continued with a practised line. "I just... I think it's best if we focus on finishing this study without any... uhm, deviations along the way."

"Of course," Mark agreed, nodding understandingly. "I just wanted to make sure you're comfortable with everything."

"I am, thanks," Julie said, flashing him a grateful smile before taking another sip of wine. Despite the rising temptation to give into her desires, Mark had never pressured her into anything.

As the evening went on, she felt herself becoming more at ease and carefree, letting go of any guilt over her actions for the time being. All she wanted was to enjoy the moment and have a good time.

---

"Hey, I just remembered something. Since I brought my laptop today, we could see how the photos turned out. Shall we?" Mark suddenly suggested, opening his laptop again and setting it on the coffee table in a way that Julie had to sit next to him. She hesitated for a moment, her heart pounding at the thought of revisiting those provocative images, knowing where they led them last time. She took a deep breath and slid closer to him on the couch, their thighs touching ever so slightly.

As the first picture of her in a seductive pose on the couch appeared on the screen, a jolt of shame coursed through her. There she was, clad in trampy black lace lingerie, her body posed provocatively for the camera, just in the middle of taking a snap inhale. It was unlike any other image of her that had ever been captured. But the truth was she had also never seen herself looking so seductive, so alluring.

"Look at this one," Mark breathed, his eyes darting between the screen and Julie's face. "You're a natural, Julie. I mean, just look at the raw emotion your eyes and your whole body are expressing!"

Julie blushed, taking another drag from her cigarette and exhaling slowly. She knew what she had been thinking about when he took that picture, it's no wonder her expression was so passionate. She tried to muster a smile, but it felt strained as the shame of their subsequent affair weighed heavy on her chest. "Well... thank you, I guess. I don't know what to say..." she murmured, unable to meet his gaze.

"Really, you should be proud of these, Julie," he continued, clicking through the photos with a genuine admiration. "I've worked with professional models who don't have half the raw talent you do. Check this one out, for example."

Julie's jaw dropped when she saw the picture of her in front of the mirror; she looked nothing short of a sex goddess. Her body glistened in the sunset light, every curve accentuated by the lingerie. She had to admit: she looked damn good.

"You see what I mean now?" Mark said, with pride in his voice. "You're every man's fantasy come true."

Julie squirmed in her seat, feeling her resolve begin to waver under the weight of his compliments as he shuffled between the photos. She took another sip of wine, hoping the **** would numb her growing desire. But as Mark's behaviour became more suggestive, the combined effects of the wine, nicotine and his presence seemed to make her even more susceptible to his advances.

"Mark, I… We really shouldn't…" Julie stammered, her cheeks flushed and her pupils dilated.

"Relax, Julie," Mark said convincingly, his voice low and soothing. "We're just admiring your work. You did an amazing job during the shoot. It's okay to feel proud of that."

"Uhm, well, I appreciate that," she responded indecisively, her eyes lingering on his face for a moment longer than necessary. She shifted in her seat, trying to put some distance between them, but it was as if her body was betraying her.

---

"Oops... how did that one show up here..." Mark said, feigning surprise as he clicked on a photo of some hot chick exhaling smoke into a man's eager mouth. "It's called a shotgun kiss. Have you ever done something like this?" he asked, already knowing the answer.

Julie shook her head, captivated by the erotic image on the screen. She had to admit, it really looked hot.

"Would you do me a favour, Julie? I forgot my cigarettes and I can't smoke yours, so... would you... want to try it? Just once, before I go?" Mark suggested softly, his fingers grazing her leg with a soft, tantalizing touch that sent shivers up her spine.

Julie hesitated for only a moment, it seemed as a perfect way to get rid of him politely. She nodded her agreement, "Ok, we can try it... but don't try anything funny, alright?"

"Who, me? Never!" Mark grinned in mock offence.

Julie chuckled and took a deep drag on her cigarette, followed by a snap inhale. She then leaned toward him, their lips almost touching as she slowly exhaled the smoke into his waiting mouth. The sensation was breathtaking, literally and figuratively. It was as if she were sharing her soul with him, leaving her head swimming.

"Nice, isn't it?" Mark said as he playfully exhaled a thin stream of smoke.

"Yeah..." Julie murmured dreamily, feeling the warmth of his body against hers. The smoky kiss made her senses come alive, and she found herself craving for more. Her heart hammered in her chest as she took another drag from her cigarette and exhaled into Mark's mouth.

A mischievous smirk tugged at the corners of his mouth as he absorbed the smoke. His eyes sparkled with a mix of admiration and desire as he gazed at her. “I can see you're enjoying this as much as I do,” Mark said huskily, his voice just above a whisper.

Julie looked up at him, her blue eyes wide and filled with uncertainty. She wanted to tell him off, to send him away and end this twisted game they were playing. But all she managed was a shaky nod.

Her hesitation didn’t go unnoticed by Mark. He gently cupped her face, his thumb tracing the outline of her lower lip. "You're beautiful when you smoke, Julie. You purse your lips in such a lovely way when you exhale... Look, your cigarette is almost finished. Give me a strong, final hit," he asked softly, looking deep into her eyes.

Julie found herself caught between her moral convictions and her desires. His smooth words were causing her to doubt her carefully thought out plan to end things immediately.

She took a powerful drag and leaned in. But this time she went a bit too close and as their lips brushed together, the barrier between them crumbled, giving way to a slow, tender kiss. Julie wanted to pull away but Mark's hand creeped at the back of her head, pulling her toward him. She whimpered weakly but their mouths began dancing together on their own in a sensual tango, tongues meeting in a **** need for each other.

"God, Julie," he murmured against her lips, his voice low and husky. "You have no idea how much I wanted that kiss."

"Mmm... me too, Mark," Julie gasped between kisses. "But it's just a kiss, nothing more," she quickly drew a new boundary. She couldn't deny herself the sensation of his lips and mouth and she rationalized it was maybe a fitting way to end the evening. But she definitely wasn't going further than that. Definitely not.

As they embraced each other, Mark's hands explored every curve and crevice of Julie's body, claiming her as his own. She pressed herself against him, mirroring the movements of his hands as she ran her fingers across his broad shoulders and muscular arms.

His hand eventually slid under her dress and found it's way to her burning crotch. Her laced panties were downright drenched in her juices as his fingers gently, but assertively rubbed against the soaked fabric.

"No, Mark... just kissing, remember?" She moaned in his mouth, her tongue still playing with his. The rest of her body was just as "convincing" - her legs parted slightly and she even arched her back to allow his intruding fingers better access.

Mark just smirked at her as his fingers pushed her panties away, exposing her wet and swollen pussy lips. He gently circled around her clit with his thumb while rubbing her opening with the rest of his fingers, eliciting a deep groan from her.

"I'd say you want a bit more than just a kiss," he whispered huskily in her ear, his fingers moving faster and with more intent.

"No, Mark..." she managed to muster between moans. Her hips bucking against his hand, begging for more.

He kissed his way down to her neck, suckling and lapping at her skin. His hand continued it's industrious movements, as if to drive her wild. She was muffling her own cries now, biting her lips. This was wrong but she couldn't ignore the fire he lit in her loins. She was longing for more, but she kept reminding herself to resist and stay strong... yet her body betrayed her by lifting up her hips, eager to help him roll her dress up. Why wasn't she resisting him?

Mark flashed a mischievous smile as he quipped, "Your lips may deny it, but your body begs for it." He then knelt down and dove between her legs, eagerly burying his face into her awaiting pussy.

Julie's back arched, her head falling back as she let out a long moan, unable to control the sound. His tongue delved deep into her tight hole, replacing his fingers that focused on her clit. She was in heaven, but she knew this wouldn't end well if she gave in.

"Mark..." She murmured his name into the air, her free hand running through his hair in a mix of pleasure and desperation.

Her other hand clutched onto the couch, gripping it for support as waves of pleasure washed over her. Her legs trembled, wanting to close around him, but she held them apart with effort. The taste of her juices on his tongue only fueled his lust and he speared two fingers into her, curling them up hard. She whimpered at the intrusion, but she didn't stop him. His thumb rubbed her clit as he began to thrust in and out of her, hitting that sweet spot again and again.

"Oh god..." she breathed out, unable to fight the tide any longer.

His tongue swirled around her entrance, sucking and licking every inch of her, lapping up the taste of her. She tasted so good, unbelievably addictive, it made him want more. He could feel her walls begin to quake as her orgasm neared, and just like that she exploded in his mouth. He drank her up, sucking and slurping like a man starved for days.

Julie's grip on the couch loosened, her muscles contracting around his fingers and tongue as she rode out the waves of ecstasy.

"FUCK... fuck... oh my God," she panted, her eyes rolling back in pleasure.

When he looked up at her, she could see the hunger in his eyes, and it matched the hunger in hers. She had to think of something, and fast.

"Mark..." Julie began with a heavy breath. "That was... amazing, but we can't go further than that. Just let me suck your cock and we call it a night, ok?"

Her words didn't sound convincing, even to her own ears. She knew as soon as he entered her mouth she was a goner, unable to resist the heat of his cock. He groaned in approval and stood up. Unzipping his pants she took him deep into her throat, sucking and licking him with newfound abandon. It felt so good to please him like this and she quickly found a rhythm that made her mind go blank.

"Julie, you look so hot with my cock in your mouth."

The heat of his cock stimulated every nerve ending in her mouth, and she moaned around him, **** for more of his rock hard member.

"I like how you made yourself pretty for me tonight... this dress, your makeup... you're a real hottie."

She wanted to object, but she knew he was speaking the truth - she gussied up for him. Besides, all she could vocalize at that moment were moans, which sent shivers down his spine as she worked him expertly, her skillful movements showing how much she enjoyed pleasing him. "Oh yes," he groaned. "You really know what you're doing. I love your full, juicy lips around my cock."

She felt a surge of pride wash over her when he showered her with compliments, and she was so lost in the moment that she barely registered when he started stripping her down. Mark swiftly unhooked Julie's bra, letting it drop to the floor as his hands roamed down to her waist and yanked up her bunched-up dress. With her now completely naked, he quickly shed his own clothes as she eagerly continued pleasuring him with Mark's fingers tightly gripping onto her hair.

Julie was already sensing spasms in his cock, guessing he was about to cum, when he suddenly pulled out.

"Why- what's wrong?" Julie looked up at him with a puzzled look on her face.

"Nothing, I just want to kiss those pouty lips of yours, they're driving me crazy," he groaned, trying to hide his straining, but Julie picked it on. He was about to cum, why was he holding back? Her thoughts were interrupted as Mark's lips clashed with hers, his body pressing against hers as he pushed her against the sofa. She melted into his embrace as he ravished her mouth, his hands holding her tightly.

It was wonderful, and the tip of his cock, that was pressing against her pussy, felt like a missing piece. But when it hit her what he was actually doing and it seemed too late - his cock was already beginning to push through the folds of her glistening pussy lips.

"Mark, please," Julie gasped, her mind a whirlwind of conflicting emotions. "We can't... we shouldn't..."

"Shh," he whispered, his lips brushing against hers as he silenced her protests. "Your body is saying something else, babe."

His words made her realize she was indeed putting up a pretty lame resistance; instead of pushing him away, she was drawing him closer. Her legs were also widely parted, inviting him in and leaving no room for misinterpretation.

What the fuck am I doing? Why am I allowing him this? She kept wondering while Mark wasted no time penetrating her deeper and deeper, causing Julie to gasp as pleasure engulfed her. He began fucking her in a steady rhythm, fueled by the dominant energy he exuded. He held her down, pinning her wrists above her head, their bodies moving in perfect sync.

"Mark, no... please stop..." she begged weakly.

Mark laughed with low growl, his words dripping with both mockery and desire. Julie felt a shiver run down her spine as he towered over her. He was acting so unlike his usual self ‐ much more confident and in control, his charming politeness washed away by pure lust in his eyes.

"I don't think you really want me to stop, do you? You should see your face right now, still denying it, but the fact is you want it real bad, don't you?" he sneered, grabbing her chin to **** her to look up at him. She could feel the heat of his body radiating towards her, making her already flushed skin even hotter.

Julie tried to deny it, to protest against his crude words, but only gasp escaped her lips as pleasure shot through her body, betraying her true desires.

"You can't lie to me," Mark said with a wicked grin. "I know what you want."

Julie's mind was consumed with the overwhelming pleasure of Mark's throbbing cock inside her. The truth in his words was undeniable - all she wanted was to be filled and stretched by his beautiful cock. There was no sense in keeping the pretence.

"Yes," she moaned weakly.

"What was that?" Mark taunted.

"YES!" She cried out again, her voice more urgent and ****. In response, Mark thrust deeper, giving her exactly what she craved in that moment.

"FUCK YES! It's so deep! Fuck me, Mark...ohhh... I need you to fuck me!"

Her confession only seemed to excite him more, and he pulled her closer, hungrily devouring her mouth with his own.

In that moment, there was no denying their raw, primal need for each other. Control was relinquished and passion took over as they gave into their most carnal desires.

As Mark's touch sent waves of intense pleasure through her body, Julie could only moan in response, lost in their passionate frenzy. Her vocabulary boiled down to one word: "Yes." It was all that mattered at that moment.

His words were rough and commanding, filling the air with a domineering presence. "That's it babe... you love my cock, don't you?" He smirked down at her with a confidence that made her heart race.

"Yes," she breathed out, unable to deny the desire stirring inside her. “I love your cock.”

"You tried resisting, but you couldn't... you're my little slut now, huh?" His voice was laced with a hint of amusement as he gazed down at Julie, all flushed and flustered under his gaze. She swallowed hard, unable to form any coherent words. No one had ever spoken to her like this before, and yet she couldn't deny the thrill that coursed through her body at his words. But there was still some semblance of dignity and self-respect lingering in her, she was a well respected business woman after all, not some sex crazed hoe. She ignored his provocations, focusing on the pleasure alone.

But as Julie's ecstasy was reaching its peak, out of nowhere Mark slowed down, not allowing her to reach the promised land.

Julie pleaded with Mark, "Please, Mark... fuck me harder!"

Instead of complying, Mark let out a cruel chuckle, "You didn't even answer my question, Julie, and now you're begging for more? That's not so kind of you, is it?"

"Mark, please... don't do this to me. I'm so close..." Julie whimpered in frustration as she was denied release.

Mark's voice was dark and possessive as he spoke, "I'll give you what you desire, but only after you fully understand the situation."

He pulled out of her, took her hand and picked her up with a tight grip. "Time for a change of scenery," he murmured, leading her to the wall mirror and forcefully removed the sheet that covered it.

"Look at us, Julie," he ordered, his tone filled with lust and dominance, forcing her to look at their reflection.

Julie hesitated at first, but ultimately gave in to Mark's command. There she saw her slutty alter ego smirking back at her victoriously.

"What do you see?" Mark asked, as his hands holding her tightly.

Her heart pounded as she gazed into the mirror, seeing their reflection as Mark positioned himself behind her, his hard cock teasingly pressed against her butt cheeks.

"I... I see...I don’t know," Julie stammered, unsure of how to respond.

"Let me help you, Julie. Who are you?" He demanded, one hand holding her neck and forcing her to look in the mirror while the other hand travelled to her crotch and began teasing her clit.

Julie moaned at the sight, her entire world was shifting in her head. There she was, all naked, embraced by a man who had been playing her like a fiddle, about to be fucked again, betraying her husband once more. And in that moment she wanted nothing more than for him to finally plunge his cock back where it belonged - in her hungry pussy. All sense of resistance disappeared; any pretence or illusion of virtue crumbled away. She was about to cheat again, and she wholeheartedly embraced it.

"I... I'm... a slut," she whimpered, the words leaving a bitter taste in her mouth.

"That's better," Mark purred, and he entered her, plunging his entire length in one go. Julie gasped at the sudden intrusion, but it felt so good. So damn good.

Mark continued to slowly pound into her as they both watched their reflection, Julie's face contorting in ecstasy while Mark's remained in control.

"And who is fucking you right now?" he asked, his voice a growl in her ear.

Julie couldn't take it anymore; she needed release, and she knew she had to play his sick game. "You are," she breathed out, her voice raspy with lust.

"Am I your husband?" he demanded, a playful smirk widening on his face. His fingers worked her clit while he held her tightly by her throat, **** her gently.

"No..."

"What does that make you then?" Mark continued.

"I'm... a cheating wife,” Julie whimpered as an orgasm approached rapidly.

He increased his pace and began hammering into her with more **** than before, causing their bodies to smack loudly against each other. "And how does it feel to be one?" he managed to grunt out between thrusts.

"It... it feels so good," Julie moaned as she could no longer hold back the truth bubbling inside of her.

Julie's body arched back as she leaned on the mirror walls. Mark's merciless thrusts into her soaking wet pussy were driving her insane, in the best way possible. His fingers continued to tease her clit, leaving her on the brink of another shattering orgasm.

He refused to release her, his grip tightening as she squirmed in his embrace. Julie could feel his insidious grin against her neck, hot breath tickling her skin. "Say it," he demanded, his voice dripping with a twisted pleasure. "Tell me how good it feels to cheat on your husband."

Julie's mind was clouded, consumed by the overwhelming lust and guilt coursing through her body. As if in a trance, she repeated his words, her voice trembling with desire and shame. "I didn't think...I could do this again...cheat on George," Julie gasped in between Mark's thrusts, each word coming out as a moan. "But this...with you, Mark...it's so hot," she confessed, her voice trembling with a mix of shame and pleasure. "I don't understand... why it feels so good, so liberating... to do something so wrong," she admitted, her words punctuated by her ragged breaths. "It feels so...good...to cheat on him," she finally confessed, surrendering to the illicit pleasure coursing through her body.

The room around them spun, the only sounds filling the air were their frantic gasps and the skin slapping. Julie knew she should stop, that this was wrong in every sense of the word, but she couldn't bring herself to care anymore. She had given in to her darkest desires and there was no turning back.

"Fuck...yes...I love it...ahh...it's so wrong but I fucking love it," she screamed as a powerful orgasm began tearing through her like a knife through butter.

Mark grunted with satisfaction in her ear, "that's it, babe, let it all out. No more pretending, become what you truly want to be... Cum for me, my little slut!"

And Julie did just that, her body shaking violently as she climaxed harder than ever before. Her entire body was aflame, her core contracting around Mark's pulsating cock. She couldn't believe the words that were coming out of her mouth between her moans and screams. "Oh fuck...yes, yes... I love being your slut... I want this! AHH...I wanted this all this time!"

The final peak of her orgasm ripped through her like a tornado, and as she slowly came down from her high, she felt something shatter deep inside her, obliterating the last remnants of Julie. She collapsed to the floor, panting and shaking, while her mind went full reset. She knew what she needed in her life from now on and it was right this what she experienced; this deprave, rough fucking that took her to some other dimension.

Mark's hand stroked her back as he admired her, warmth returning to his voice, "I know, Julie... I saw it in your eyes... already weeks ago - a repressed minx, aching to be freed."

Julie turned her head around, her eyes red with lust and desire as she met his gaze. "I want more of this. God, I need it."

Mark's smile was like the Cheshire cat's, wide and mischievous, "good girl, but you have to earn it. Prove to me that you're willing to do anything for it... anything."

Julie nodded, her mind still clouded with lust but her newfound lustful side emerging, "Name it."

Mark smirked, "we'll get there, my little minx, step by step. For now, I want to fuck you here just like this - you on all fours, in front of the mirror."

Without a second thought, Julie arched her back and invitingly offered her soaked pussy to Mark. She could feel his eyes on her ass as she presented herself for him, causing a newfound lewd energy to surge in her. Gone was the feeling of wrongness, all this felt right, so very right.

As Mark entered her from behind, she moaned loudly, the image in the mirror only spurring her on. "That's it, baby, watch us fuck...Moan for me... Tell me how much you love being fucked like this."

"Oh, God... yes," she moaned, "I've never... Felt like this..."

"Keep going... tell me more."

"I... I love it how you... how you fuck me so hard... so rough. Like I'm your... your little plaything."

"That's right, babe... now we're gonna try something new," Mark said confidently, catching Julie's curiosity. She soon realized what he had in mind. Mark spit on her ass and began massaging her sphincter with a finger.

"No... wait..." she protested, "I've... I've never..."

"Relax, baby," he cooed in her ear, "Trust me. I'm not going to fuck your ass. Not yet. We're just preparing it today."

With that, he slowly began sliding his index finger in her ass up to the second knuckle while he kept pounding her pussy in slow, steady rhythm. Julie tried anal with George a few times, but she wasn't mentally prepared for it and aroused enough, so they abandoned it completely. But now, she was so turned on she found the gradual stimulation of her anus weirdly arousing and incredibly naughty. And it worked great with the sensations from her pussy.

"Do you like it, Julie?" Mark asked as Julie gasped.

Julie couldn't believe it, but she did. "Oh yes... it feels so... so wicked, Mark."

"Oh, just you wait, Julie. We're just getting started." Mark spit a few more times on her anus, before he started fucking both her pussy and fingering her ass at faster and stronger pace.

"How do you like having both your holes filled, Julie?" Mark asked her.

"It feels so full... so naughty... I can't believe..." Julie moaned, "It makes me feel so dirty and... slutty."

"That's right, baby. You sure are slutty... And you love it, don't you?"

"Oh, God... Yes... Yes, I do... Oh, Mark, fuck me... Fill my holes... Let me feel every inch of you... Make me embrace the slut I've become..."

Mark continued on fucking her pussy while finger-fucking her ass at an increased pace, causing Julie to shudder and moan louder than ever before. She was no longer trying to hide her moans or subdue them anymore; she was lost in pure carnal bliss. The newfound sensations of Mark's cock stretching her tight pussy and his finger teasing her anus were sending Julie into euphoria.

Every touch from Mark, every word that dripped from his lips, left her trembling with a primal desire she had never known before. George was a skilled lover, but he could never match the raw dominance that Mark exuded right now. The power play between them consumed her, setting her body ablaze with an uncontrollable frenzy. She was on the brink of surrender, feeling like she could shatter into a million pieces.

"Oh my God, Mark... I... I can't take it anymore... I'm gonna..."

"Cum all you want, baby," he growled. "Watch us in the mirror as you do."

Hearing him say that and glimpsing their reflection in the mirror, with Mark's cock going in and out of her pussy and his finger in her ass, was enough to push Julie over the edge. She started to cum hard, her eyes rolling back and her whole body shaking in unison. Mark continued fucking her through her orgasm, not stopping for a second until she was done.

The Orgasm was so intense it felt like her entire body was on fire, from the tips of her toes to her fingernails, and she saw stars in her eyes. She threw her head back and moaned as loudly as she could, not caring about the hotel staff or other guests at all. Tonight, this room was theirs and theirs only. The feeling of getting fucked so thoroughly by a man who knew what he was doing was too much for Julie to handle.

In the moment of her peak, she looked at her reflection, expecting to find her alter ego smirking back at her, but surprisingly she was not there; only a reflection of her ecstatic face gazed back. And then it hit her - she now fully became that alter ego, the slutty, self-centered harlot - she completely took over. The old Julie was no more, and she felt liberated and powerful, as if she had unleashed the beast she had kept caged inside all these years.

As the climax subsided, Mark slowed down his thrusts until he softly fucked her pussy, his cock still hard and throbbing inside her. Julie's muscles were still clenching around him, milking him for every inch of pleasure he could give her. She was surpised he still did not cum. They stayed like that for a good minute or two, panting and catching their breaths.

"It's amazing watching yourself go completely free," Mark complimented her with a wink as he pulled out of her pussy and held his still-hard cock inches away from her face. His cock glistened with her juices, but it didn't deter Julie one bit. Instead, she opened her mouth wide and engulfed him in a deepthroat motion, surprising even herself.

"Damn... you're a natural, aren't you?" Mark moaned and grabbed her head while Julie bobbed up and down his shaft like a pro. "Yeah, suck that cock... take it all in, just like that!"

Julie was completely lost in the moment as she sucked him off, all the while looking at herself in the mirror - a shadow of a perfect wife and mom, who'd just cheated on her husband and enjoyed every second of it. She even moaned into his cock, which seemed to spur Mark on even further. His hips started bucking wildly as he neared his orgasm. Julie could feel it too - the tension in his balls and the way he strained. She craved for that load inside her mouth, but Mark had other plans.

He pulled out, took her to the bed and pushed her onto her back. This was how he wanted her for the final act; lying on bed, with her legs instinctively spread out wide apart, waiting for him to take her with nothing but lust in her gorgeous blue eyes, accentuated by once perfect layers of makeup, now smudged across her heavenly face.

With her fingers playing her clit, Julie looked him dead in the eye and purred with a low, seductive voice,

"Come and take me, Mark."

And take her he did. He positioned himself at her now-gaping entrance and pushed himself inch by inch inside of her, filling her up completely. "Your pussy is addictive... and still so wet for me," Mark groaned, his eyes fixed on hers. Julie's low moans and heavy breathing filled the room again as he started to move inside her, sensually and slowly at first, picking up the pace with every thrust. "Look at us, Julie. Look how good we match," Mark gestured at the mirror above them.

Julie turned her head up and couldn't believe the sex-crazed woman in the reflection was her. Her hair was a mess, makeup smudged, and yet she'd never felt more alive. Mark was right - the sight in the mirror was like a shot from porn. “Yes... we’re so hot, I can't believe this is me... I love it," she gasped.

"So... is this how sex with your husband felt like? Or am I better?" Mark growled, his voice echoing in her ears. Julie hesitated, averting her gaze and biting her lip, denying him the admission he sought.

Mark wasn't dissuaded, though. He grabbed her hair, turning her forcefully towards him. "Don't be shy now, babe. Tell me," he demanded again, his voice more insistent.

Silence hung between them for a moment, punctuated only by the sound of their heavy breaths. Then, as if pulled by an invisible string, Julie's voice came out, just above a whisper, "You... you're better..."

Mark's smile widened, but he wasn't satisfied. "Say it louder," he commanded, his eyes gleaming with triumph.

A rush of emotions flooded Julie, her heart pounding in her chest. With newfound determination, she finally gave in. Her voice, once caught in her throat, now surged forward, "You're better... sooo much better..."

The silence stretched for a moment before she continued, her voice taking on a more passionate tone, "You drive me wild, like he never could... You woke up something in me. It's different... It's... It's hotter, deeper... You just... fuck me so much better..."

The words echoed in the room, a bold declaration of her transformation and desire. She understood in that moment, she'd crossed a line of no return. A part of her, the part that should've been ashamed, seemed to vanish, replaced by a thrilling realization - there was no going back now and her newfound liberated self reveled in this admission.

Mark lowered down to her and kissed her deeply, finally showing some affection and tenderness during this wild, crazy sex. Apparently her admission was a tipping point for him and she recognized the pattern of his moves, he was about to cum soon. And more than anything she wanted him to fill her with his seed.

Julie wrapped her legs around his waist and held him close, her nails digging in his back as she moaned loudly in his ear, "Yes... cum in me, Mark. Please, I want your cum in my pussy! Make me yours!"

Her plea was all the encouragement needed as Mark began to move faster. "Oh fuck, Julie... I'm gonna cum!" he growled, and with one last mighty thrust, he exploded inside her. The sensation of his hot seed flooding her was so erotic that it propelled her over the edge once more and he joined him orgasmic bliss yet. Juices squirted everywhere, soaking their bodies as they groaned and moaned in unison.

The room fell silent, save for their heavy breathing and the beating of their hearts. Julie lay there, wrapped in her lover's arms as she reflected on the night's events. It was a whirlwind of lust and passion, desire and submission unlike anything she'd ever known. A tinge of guilt tried to creep up on her but she firmly shoved it aside. She'd deal with the consequences eventually, but for now, she wanted to savor this newfound freedom. She felt so content and satisfied, there was only one thing missing.

“I need a cigarette," she muttered, her voice hoarse with lust.

Mark chuckled, "I thought as much," he said, reaching for his pants and fishing out a pack of cigarettes.

“Hey… you said you forgot your cigarettes,” Julie said.

“Oh… well, I must’ve forgotten I put them in the other pocket,” Mark began with an apparent lie, but Julie wasn’t buying it, it was too obvious not to spot it even in her blissful state.

“You bastard, you tricked me into giving you that smoky kiss, didn’t you?” Julie stared at him with a serious expression but she couldn’t stop a smile forming in the corners of her mouth.

“Okay, okay, you got me!” Mark admitted with a shrug. “I may have stretched the truth a bit, but I just wanted to give you a little nudge, Julie.”

Julie wasn't sure if she should be mad about the situation, since it was just a small fib, but that little lie could have been the catalyst for everything that happened afterwards. She ultimately chose to let it go and not make a fuss; she was too content in her current situation to nitpick about anything.

“And there I was, apologizing for seducing you the other night,” she playfully hit him on the chest. “You’re as wicked as I am. Now, at least be a gentleman and fetch my cigarettes.”

Mark chuckled, but he obliged. She took a long drag, and exhaled with a soft moan. She watched the smoke swirling in the air above them in complete satisfaction. They laid there, entangled in each other's arms, enjoying the afterglow of their passionate tryst. The smoke danced around them erotically, just like their bodies had moments ago.

Julie couldn’t believe how far she’d come in such a short time, from a proper career woman, mother and wife to a woman who just cheated on her husband and loved every moment of it. She should’ve been horrified at her actions, but instead, she felt liberated. Mark was right when he suggested she should step out of the comfort zone of her mundane life. It was intoxicating to break free from her shell and be someone else for once. A part of her wanted to cling to this newfound freedom forever but she knew it wouldn’t last long. Reality would catch up sooner or later.

"So… what’s next?" Julie questioned, her voice teetering on the edge of apprehension. She dreaded the impending response yet felt an undeniable need to know.

Mark responded, his fingers leisurely tracing a path along the delicate curve of her collarbone, "We go to sleep now, and tomorrow we'll see what tomorrow brings."

"Is that your way then? Always caught in the present moment without any care for what the future might hold?" she probed further.

He chuckled lightly before responding. "I wouldn't say I'm completely indifferent to the future. But when the present is this captivating, why taint it with potential issues that may or may not surface? Why ruin this perfect moment?"

With those words hanging in the air between them like a delicate mist, Mark tightened his hold around her, pulling Julie closer into his embrace. She nestled deeper into him, absorbing his warmth as she pondered over his philosophy of life.

He smiled, his charming persona back in full ****. "Julie, I had an amazing time with you. It was truly one of the best moments of my life. And those things I said to you... perhaps they were a bit impulsive, spoken in the heat of the moment, but it seemed like you enjoyed it. Or maybe I read too much into it?"

Julie thought for a second. Sure, being called a cheating slut was not something she would put on top of her resume, but the truth was she loved every second of it. But why? Because Mark knew how to push all the right buttons, awakening a side of her she never knew existed - a side that loved being dominated and craved for being fucked so thoroughly.

"No, you didn't," she whispered softly, her voice barely audible above the whirr of the air conditioner. "It felt... good, actually." Mark's hold on her tightened ever so slightly, as if he wanted to express admiration for her honest admission.

"You mean it?" he asked incredulously, an unmasked hunger in his gaze. Julie knew he had her right where he wanted - pining for her approval and submission.

"I do," she confirmed with a sassy smirk before adding, "But don't go around bragging about it to your Institute buddies, okay? I still have an image to maintain," she teased, trying to lighten the mood. Laughter rang through the room as they both relaxed. Tomorrow was another day, and they would tackle their demons then. For now, they would enjoy their stolen moment in time together without regrets or consequences looming over their heads like a dark cloud.

Their bare skin glowed in the dim light filtering through the curtains, evidence of their recent activities still visible. The tension that had been so palpable just moments before was replaced with an intimate tranquility, as if they were in a world entirely their own. Julie's soft sighs echoed in Mark's ears, lulling him deeper into slumber while her fingers traced idle patterns on his chest. With every passing second, sleep tugged at them more insistently until finally, they could resist no longer and surrendered to the peaceful oblivion of sleep.