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As she lay in her bed, Sarah couldn’t help but think about him. Her lover. The man she couldn’t withstand, no matter how hard she tried. Her husband was snoring next to her, oblivious to the fact that his wife was contemplating cheating on him once again.

It had started innocently enough. A few flirtatious texts, some harmless flirting at work. But soon, Sarah and her lover were meeting up for secret rendezvous in hotel rooms and out-of-the-way bars.

The sex was amazing. Her lover knew exactly how to touch her, how to make her body come alive in methods she never wondered efficient. And Sarah couldn’t stop herself, couldn’t withstand his advances, no matter how much guilt she felt.

But tonight was different. Tonight, Sarah had decided to end things with her lover. The guilt had become too much, and she knew she had to stop before she was caught. She had to put an end to this… whatever it was… and try to salvage her marriage.

But even as she tried to convince herself of this, Sarah felt her body responding to the memory of her lover’s touch. She wasn’t sure she could withstand him if he came to her tonight, begging for one more night of passion.

As if on cue, her phone buzzed on the nightstand. Sarah’s heart skipped a beat when she saw the name flash on the screen. It was him.

“Can I come over?” the text read, and Sarah’s hesitation vanished. She knew it was wrong. She knew how much it could hurt her husband. But she couldn’t help it. She needed him, needed the way he made her feel, even if it was just for this one last time.

She quickly typed back, “Yes, come over.”

Within minutes, Sarah heard the sound of a car pulling into her driveway. Her heart was racing as she hurried to the door to let him in. And there he was, standing on her doorstep, looking just as irresistible as ever.

They didn’t even make it to the bedroom. He pulled her into his arms, his lips finding hers hungrily. Sarah melted into his embrace, her body aching for him, even as her mind screamed at her to stop.

But they couldn’t stop. Not now. They needed each other too much.

Their clothes were soon discarded on the living room floor as they moved towards the couch, their lips never leaving each other’s. Sarah felt him press her against the couch, his fingers slipping between her thighs, teasing her until she was gasping for breath.

She knew what they were doing was wrong, but she couldn’t help it. She was addicted to the way he touched her, addicted to the way he made her feel. And as she felt his hard body pressing against her, she knew that she couldn’t withstand him.

He took her right there on the couch, their bodies entwined, their passion building until they both reached the brink, exploding in ecstasy together.

As they lay there, tangled in each other’s arms, Sarah knew that she couldn’t keep doing this. She couldn’t keep living this double life, hiding her desires from her husband. It was time to come clean and face the consequences.

But at that moment, all she could think about was the way he made her feel, the way he unleashed her desires and made her feel alive. For now, that was enough. Until the next time they met, and the cycle would begin all over again.
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