[ad_1]
It was a strange feeling. My husband and I have been together for nearly a decade now, and yet, I couldn’t stop thinking about someone else. It wasn’t that I didn’t love him, but there was something about this other man that called to me in a way no one else had before.

His name was Jack, and he was my husband’s colleague. I had met him a few times when we went out to dinner with coworkers, and each time, I couldn’t help but be drawn to him. Something about the way he carried himself, the way he spoke, made me feel a strange sense of attraction.

I tried my best to push those feelings apart. After all, I was a married woman, and I loved my husband deeply. But the more I tried to forget about Jack, the more I found myself thinking about him. And it wasn’t long before those thoughts became more and more erotic in nature.

It was during one of those moments of longing that I found myself alone in the shower. My husband was at work, and I had the house to myself. The water was warm and inviting, and I closed my eyes, letting the steamy mist wash over me.

That’s when I felt a hand on my thigh.

I opened my eyes, startled, and saw Jack standing next to me. He was fully clothed, but his expression was one of pure desire. I was about to scream, to tell him to leave, but before I could say anything, he pressed his lips against mine in a fierce kiss.

I didn’t know what to do. I was shocked, and yet, at the same time, I couldn’t deny the sparks of pleasure that were racing through my body. My mind was telling me that this was wrong, that I should push him away, but my body was betraying me, responding to his touch in a way that I had never felt before.

He kissed me again, and this time, his hand slid up my leg, under the water and past my hip. He pressed his pelvis against mine, and I was suddenly aware of the hardness that was pressing against me.

I moaned, unable to help myself, and Jack smiled against my lips. He pressed harder against me, and I felt a pang of guilt mixed with desire. It was wrong, so wrong, and yet, I couldn’t deny how much I wanted him.

He broke the kiss, and I opened my eyes, gazing at him in confusion. He said nothing, just looked at me, then stepped back and started to strip off his clothes.

I didn’t know what to do. Part of me was telling me to stop him, but the other part of me was begging me to let him continue. I was so conflicted, so torn, that it was a relief when he stepped closer to me again, his naked body pressing against mine.

He kissed me once more, then slid his hand between us, cupping my breast in his palm. I arched my back, pushing into his touch, and he squeezed gently, making me gasp with pleasure.

He took his hand away, then stepped back, his eyes never leaving mine. He reached out and turned me around, pressing me against the wall of the shower.

I knew what he was gonna do, and yet, I didn’t try to stop him. I just stood there, letting him take me, feeling as he pressed into me, filling me with his warmth.

It was like nothing I had ever experienced before. My mind was telling me that I shouldn’t be enjoying this, that I was married, that it was wrong. but my body was screaming with pleasure, urging me on, begging me to let go and just enjoy.

And so, I did.

I let Jack take me, his hands roaming over my body, his lips on my neck, my breasts, my back. I felt like I was on fire, burning with desire for him. I screamed, I moaned, I begged for more, and he gave it to me, thrusting harder and faster, driving me to the edge of sanity.

I lost track of time, lost track of everything, and when I finally came back to myself, I was panting, sweating, and gasping for air. Jack was still there, holding me, and I knew that it was over.

It was a moment of liberation, a moment of passion, that I would never forget. And yet, at the same time, it was a moment of shame, of guilt, and of betrayal.

I stepped away from Jack, and he stepped back, his eyes filled with regret. We said nothing, just stared at each other, the silence heavy and oppressive between us.

I finally found my voice. “We can’t do this,” I said, my voice strained. “My husband …”

Jack nodded, his expression pained. “I know. I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to… I just couldn’t help myself.”

I nodded, not knowing what else to say. I stepped out of the shower and wrapped myself in a towel, feeling lost and confused.

Jack followed, and we dressed in silence. We exchanged a few words of meaningless small talk, then he left, leaving me alone to face what had just happened.

I didn’t know what to do. I felt like I had just cheated on my husband, betrayed his trust, and yet, at the same time, I couldn’t deny how much I had enjoyed it.

It was a moment of forbidden pleasure, a moment of lust and liberation, that I would never forget. And yet, at the same time, it was a moment of shame, of guilt, and of betrayal.

I knew that I couldn’t do it again, that I had to keep my distance from Jack, that I had to stay faithful to my husband. But even as I made that promise to myself, I couldn’t help but feel a pang of longing and desire for the man who had just rocked my world.
[ad_2]