She was lost in her thoughts and fantasies when he entered the room. She all the time knew that he was watching her, and it turned her on more than anything else. She had all the time been a little bit of a voyeur at heart, and she loved knowing that he was watching her every movement, every touch, every breath.
She was lying on the bed, her eyes closed and her body lost in the heat of her own passion. She was dreaming of him, of his strong hands on her body, of his lips on her skin. She could feel him in every part of her body, and she wanted nothing more than for him to take her right then and there.
She could hear him moving around the room, but she didn’t open her eyes. She wanted to keep the dream alive, to keep the illusion that he was there with her, even though she knew that he wasn’t.
But then, she felt something strange. It was like a cold breeze blowing across her skin, a shiver that ran down her spine. She opened her eyes and saw that the room had changed.
The walls were no longer the creamy color that she had grown used to. They were now dark, almost black, and they seemed to be shimmering in the light.
She sat up, bewildered, and looked around the room. It was still her bedroom, but it looked different somehow. Everything was sharper, more defined, more real.
And then, she saw him.
He was standing in the corner of the room, watching her with a hungry look in his eyes. He was dressed in a suit, his hair slicked back, and his eyes were fixed on her.
She wanted to scream, to run away, but she was frozen in place. She couldn’t move, couldn’t think, couldn’t do anything but watch him watch her.
And then, something else happened.
Another man appeared, walking into the room as if he owned it. He was tall, broad-shouldered, and incredibly handsome. He wore a leather jacket and jeans that clung to his skin, showing off every inch of his well-built body.
She didn’t know who he was, but she wanted him. She wanted him with an intensity that she had never experienced before.
He walked towards her, his gaze fixed on her body, and then he was standing right in front of her. He reached out and traced his fingers along her cheek, down her neck, and then over her breasts.
She gasped, caught off guard by the intensity of his touch. She had never wanted anything more in her life than she wanted this man, this stranger who had appeared out of nowhere.
And then, something else happened.
The man in the suit stepped forward, his hand outstretched. The stranger turned to him, and they shared a look. It was as if they were communicating without speaking, as if they were both on the same page, sharing the same need, the same desire.
And then, the stranger stepped back, and the man in the suit stepped forward.
He took her in his arms, holding her close to his body, and he kissed her. It was a kiss unlike any other she had ever experienced. It was rough and urgent, full of heat and desire.
She moaned into his mouth, lost in the passion of the moment. She wanted him, she needed him, and she knew that she would do anything to have him.
As the kiss deepened, the stranger moved closer, watching them with a hunger that made her heart race. He touched her hair, running his fingers through it, and she shivered with pleasure.
And then, the man in the suit stepped back, and the stranger took his place.
He kissed her again, his lips moving over hers in a way that made her feel like she was drowning in pleasure. He kissed her deeply, possessively, and she let herself go completely, giving in to the sensation of his touch.
And then, something even stranger happened.
Her dream lover, the man who had been watching her all along, stepped forward. He didn’t say anything, but his presence was enough to make her blood run hot.
He watched as the stranger kissed her, his eyes fixed on her face, on her body. She could feel the intensity of his desire, could feel his need for her burning like a fire inside him.
And then, the stranger stepped back, and the man in the suit stepped forward again.
He took her by the hand, leading her towards the bed. He lay her down gently, kissing her again and again, and she lost herself in the sensation of it all.
But even as he touched her, even as he took her in his arms, she could feel the stranger’s gaze on her. She knew that he was watching, and she knew that she wanted him just as badly as she had from the begin.
And then, the man in the suit stepped back, and the stranger took his place again.
He climbed onto the bed, lying beside her, and then he touched her in a way that made her heart race.
He kissed her neck, his lips moving down to her breasts. He licked and sucked at her nipples, sending waves of pleasure through her body.
She moaned, her back arching, and then he moved lower, his fingers tracing the line of her stomach, moving closer and closer to her center.
And then, he was there, touching her in a way that made her scream.
He fingered her, his touch precise and skilled, and she could feel the pleasure building inside her like a tidal wave. She wanted to come, more than anything else in the world, and she knew that he was the one who would make it happen.
And then, it did.
She came with a scream, her body shaking with pleasure. She felt him pull away, and then the man in the suit was there, holding her tight.
She lay in his arms, her body aching with desire, and she knew that she would never be the same again. She had experienced something she had never even dreamed of before, something that had changed her forever.
And as she drifted off to sleep, she knew that she would never forget this surreal journey into cuckoldry and obsessive desire.