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The final rays of an ending golden hour bathed the bedroom with an ethereal glow, Kate’s perfect form painted with a divine brush as she rocks back and forth, mounted on a lover she holds dear and aches with pleasure at each inch of penetrative glory. Her sweat-covered skin reflected the light like polished marble, and her hair danced across her shoulders with each passionate exhale, savoring the might and delight of each thrust. Kate looked down on her lover from the cowgirl position with a devilish smile. Reader’s gaze met her’s as he neared a climax. He grabbed for the bed frame and clenched it with all his might, seeking to delay his clarifying release until Kate had achieved hers.
Reader reader grabbed her breast with his free hand, pinching the nipple like a vice as she rocked rhythmically. She moaned and slowly guided his fingers into her mouth, biting and sucking his middle and index finger, till her rocking slowed. Her mouth released his fingers, followed by a line of drool as she tipped her head back, went silent, and almost limp from the waist up. Reader felt her pussy calm and release its once firm grip on his cock. He in turn released his grip on the bed frame and let loose the juices of life. Within the depths of his lover.
Kate and her lover lay entwined, their bodies still joining below the hip in the wake of their passionate encounter. Kate's head rested upon the reader's chest as they began to come down from her sexual high, and the clarity of a sexually satisfied mind took command.
The reader kisses her moist forehead, “Tough day. You usually ask for round two by now." His words are playful.
"No, just a lot on my mind." She reached for her satisfied lips, finding them moist and still dripping. She brings her covered fingers to the light. “You helped me clear it, at least,” she giggled as she dried her fingers on the bed linens.
“How long till your missed at home?" His tone was cautious yet pained.
Kate’s heart skipped a beat at his words, “Told the kids I was at work all night." Her reply was monotone and serious, as if they were treading on thin ice, continuing this line of conversation.
She raised her head from his chest and sat on the side of the bed, separating physically after their lovemaking. “Besides, if I bring home donuts, most questions don't get asked." She rises in the bathroom, clearly uncomfortable.
“How long do you think that will last?" His voice was laced with concern and undeniable honesty. “Your husband being away is a lucky break, but Elijah is getting to that age." The toilet flushed, ending with Kate’s naked figure, leaning against the door frame, looking to her lover.
“I will deal with my husband when the time is right." Looking at her wedding ring as she spoke, it was stained with the fluid of her infidelity. “Anna hasn’t had the birds and the bees talk yet; no issue there." She bites her lip in deep thought.
“My Elijah is another story.” Kate retrieves a fresh blue bra and dark grey shirt from a gym bag she brought from home and begins putting them on. “When we first started,” she smiles with warmth at Reader, still in bed. “I was sloppy; I came home smelling of sex a few too many times and smiling like an idiot." She does the same with purple sports underwear and black sweat pants from the same gym bag. “Elijah started asking questions; he was always a mamma’s boy." She removed her pre-sex clothing and placed it in the gym bag. “I should have known he would suspect; just four more months till he goes to college. That should ease things at home a bit." kate Sit on the edge of the bed, deep in thought and fear.
The reader places his hand on Kate’s shoulder and says, “We can end this tonight if that's what you need." Kate turned to look deep into the reader's eyes and said, “We can be strangers by morning, like this never happened." She couldn't help but love him a little more in that moment. The depth of his love and the offer of self-sacrifice warmed her heart.
She smiled in response and grabbed his flaccid cock under the bed linens, which were still slick with their juices, and squeezed. “A true romantic, still in bed and already planning your escape."
Reader holds her close with one arm and whispers, "I am yours now and always." She releases her grip and says, “I just don’t want to be the cause of your pain." He rests his head on her shoulder, leaving what comes next in her hands.
“You could never hurt me; I won't be the woman I was ever again." She kisses the reader's bearded cheek. “I was a shell, playing mother and wife, and then I met you." Her words are as soft as velvet and as pure as light. Then she stood, fighting back tears and all that would bring. “But my family still needs me to be that shell, to live the lie." She looked at her reflection in the window glass and fained a smile. “It shouldn't be like this, but it is my beloved,” her voice cracking in heartache.
“Please don’t make me do it alone again.”