He was handsome and rich and dangerous, and he wanted my wife.
He made us an offer, here on this tropical island that he owned he offered so much in exchange for a single night with her. He would give anything to have her.
She wanted him. She craved his power and pleasure.
He could make her feel things that I never could. He could please her in ways that I could never dream. He could give her all of his hard muscular body and all I could do was watch as he took her.
I couldn’t look away.
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This was so unlike her, so very unlike the woman that I had known for so long. She was overcome, transformed into something else.
I thrust into her, feeling her tightness wrap around me and envelop me. I pressed into her with strokes that we fast and erratic. I was struggling to maintain myself, to hold on and keep from exploding.
I think she could tell, I felt her start to press back against me. I felt her ass pushing back to meet me with every stroke forward. I felt her increase her force, until she was slamming herself backwards to meet me, the sounds of our bodies coming together echoing through the room and mixing with the loud moans and cries escaping her.
She was building to something, something irrepressibly passionate and damn near inescapable. I saw her eyes clenched shut and I saw them moving beneath her lids like they did when she dreamed. I wondered what it was that she was dreaming of, what was driving her to do this to me.
Was it him? Was it the man from the beach that had turned her into this passionate and wanton woman. Was it the thought of him that was driving her to these heights of furious passion and need?
Was it him that she wanted?