1. The Final Arrangement


    Date: 5/28/2024, Categories: Wife Lovers, Author: RavenUK, Source: LushStories 

    ... handfuls of duvet, knuckles whitening, and...

The bestial predator bursts from deep cover, sprinting for the kill: grinding myself onto him, driving his meat hard, fast and deep into my hungry cunt. His eyes widen in shock, then melt into a sizzling smile as he grabs my hips. I rise to provide the latitude he needs. He's thrusting to meet each downward plunge. Yelps and grunts of rutting animals fill the room. Each time I lift there's a desperate craving to force him back deep inside to fill the emptiness. The impact of our collisions cannon and resound through my body. I lean forward and plunder his mouth as we push and pull to devour each other, breaking only to snort for air. His scent spices the excitement and I kiss him as a succubus might drain his soul.

He releases my hips and returns his hands to my swaying, suspended breasts. Once again I feel the exquisite torture of nipples gripped vice-like, pulled and stretched taut. This accelerant fuels an explosive flash-over fire: I plunge to take him all, writhing wildly, succumbing to the demon within. Ploughing my drenched cunt, his heavier thrusts assault me, the rampant hound forcing the air from me. I cannot get enough as his bitch in heat.

My cravings betray my body as this act betrays my marriage.

His rhythm buckles, breath ragged. Groaning, this is the finality of the moment. I feel him press deep and hold, his swell, his hot torrent erupting into my unfaithful cunt. Sturdy shoves fulfil my cravings, and ...
    ... I take it deep, inundated and pulsing and... I'm undone: collapsing, my whole body wracked with intense, fiery, waves of ecstasy! Gulping air, I pitch and roll through the sweet suffering of complete release.

There's a deep ache inside as overworked, weary muscles twitch and shiver around his softening flesh. The animus slowly drains from me leaving a euphoric, incandescent afterglow. Damp hair is stuck to my face. Warm gratification soothes me. The air reeks of sexual musk. Breathing gradually slows as we lay together, quietly.

I roll off him onto the duvet. A satisfying warm trickle leaks from my sex: my integrity defiled, cravings sated, soul a little less empty.

He rolls to my side of the bed, pulling the rest of the duvet around us.

We sleep.

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He is first to wake.

He watches her, admiring her graceful, delicate features, her tousled hair, content that she's untroubled and relaxed. She breathes deeply, slowly, with a hushed sound. This contrasts harshly with the surge of turbulent emotions overwhelming his mind.

It takes immense strength to wrestle them under control, to hold it together: The afternoon with her was an incredible, wonderful fulfilment. So precious. And yet, reflecting now, it resurfaces the visceral, raw agony of losing Jenny, his love, the very centre of his life. And now he feels frightened, facing the loss of another so soon.

His phone buzzes. He snatches it from the desk ...
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