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It was a hot summer evening and I was feeling restless. My husband was out of town on company and I was missing him terribly. As I sat in the living room, flicking through TV channels, I heard a knock at the door. Curious, I got up and answered it, to discover a strikingly handsome man standing in the doorway.

“May I help you?” I asked, trying to maintain a sense of composure despite the strong attraction I felt towards him.

“Mrs. Johnson, I presume?” he said, flashing me a dazzling smile.

“Yes, that’s me. And you are…?”

“My name is Jake. I work with your husband. He asked me to stop by and give you this.” Jake handed me an envelope and I noticed a faint aroma of cologne emanating from him. The scent was intoxicating and I found myself taking a deep breath, trying to take it all in.

“Thank you, Jake. Please, come in.” I stepped apart and he walked past me, his broad shoulders brushing against mine.

As he settled into the armchair, I tore open the envelope and found a note from my husband. It was short and sweet, telling me how much he loved and missed me, and promising to make it up to me when he returned home. I smiled, feeling a warm glow in my chest. But then I noticed another sheet of paper inside the envelope – a hotel reservation with Jake’s name on it.

“What is this?” I asked, feeling a sense of confusion and unease creeping up on me.

“It’s an arrangement,” Jake said, his voice low and husky. “Your husband has been wanting to fulfill a…fantasy. He asked me to be his witness.”

My heart was thudding in my chest as I tried to process what he was saying. It sounded so…erotic. And forbidden. And wrong. But at the same time, it made me feel more alive than I had in ages.

“Do you agree to it?” Jake asked. His eyes were piercing me, assessing me, and I felt like my every secret was laid bare before him.

“I…I don’t know,” I stammered, feeling like a total fool.

“It’s okay,” he said, getting up from the armchair. “I’ll let myself out.”

As he walked towards the door, I found myself calling out to him. “Wait! Please…don’t go.”

He turned around and walked towards me, his eyes never leaving mine. In the next moment, he was standing so close to me I could feel the heat radiating off his body.

“We don’t have to do anything you’re not comfortable with,” he said, his hand gently caressing my cheek. “But if you want to…I promise you, it’ll be the hottest night of your life.”

Before I could say anything, he leaned in and sealed his lips over mine. I tried to withstand at first, but the way his mouth moved against mine was too much to withstand. I found my arms wrapping around his neck, my body pressing into his as he lifted me up and carried me towards the nearby sofa.

From that moment on, it felt as though time stood still. Our hands roamed over each other’s bodies, exploring every inch of flesh with feverish intensity. I could feel his hardness pressing against me even through his jeans, and it made me moan with desire. He seemed to sense my hunger and began undoing the buttons of my blouse, revealing the lacy bra I was wearing beneath.

“Jesus, you’re beautiful,” he breathed, running his hands over my breasts. “I can’t wait to show your husband what he’s been missing.”

That opinion made me pause for a moment, but then I reasoned that my husband had given his permission for this to happen. I pushed the wondered to the back of my mind and let myself get lost in the sensations.

Jake was a master at teasing and tantalizing me, bringing me to the edge of orgasm multiple times before pulling back and starting again. He seemed to have an intuitive sense of what I needed, whether it was a gentle kiss on the neck or a rough squeeze of my nipples. I had never felt so alive, so desired, so…utterly debauched.

When he finally slid my panties off and buried his face between my legs, I felt like I was floating. His tongue was pure magic, flicking and lapping at my clit until waves of pleasure crashed over me. I was screaming his name, gripping his hair, begging for more.

And then he stood up, unzipping his pants and pulling out his cock. It was big and hard, and I knew I wanted it inside me. Without another word, I positioned myself on the sofa and he pushed inside me. It hurt at first, but the pain quickly gave way to pleasure as he began to move in and out of me.

For what felt like hours, we fucked like animals, sweat pouring off our bodies, groans and moans echoing through the empty house. He pounded me from behind, lifted me up and fucked me against the wall, had me ride him until we were both screaming in ecstasy.

In one final act of madness, he pulled out and came all over my face, leaving me panting and sweating and covered in cum. We collapsed onto the sofa, gasping for breath.

“That was…insane,” I said, feeling a little disoriented and not quite sure what had just happened.

“It was,” he agreed, smiling down at me. “Your husband is a lucky man.”

We both knew that this was a secret that could never be shared, but in that moment, it didn’t matter. All that mattered was the blazing hot passion that had just been unleashed.

As he got dressed and prepared to leave, I realized that I wasn’t quite ready to say goodbye.

“Stay a little longer,” I said, taking his hand and leading him to the bedroom.

And so we spent the rest of the night in a state of sensual bliss, exploring each other’s bodies with a newfound familiarity and intensity. It was as though we had been given a second chance, a reprieve from the mundane routine of our everyday lives.

When he finally left, the first glimmers of dawn were breaking through the window. I lay in bed, staring up at the ceiling, feeling both drained and exhilarated. It was a secret arrangement that would at all times remain between us, but it had been worth every moment.
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