Forbidden Thrill of the Affair's Dom - Chapte
Chapter - 1
<div>Take it all, Jane. You know you want to,” Marcus growled, his voice low and commanding, his hands gripping my hips tightly as he thrust into me from behind. I gasped, my knees digging into the soft mattress, my body trembling with the sheer force of his movements. My heart pounded in my chest, a mix of guilt and ecstasy swirling through me like a storm.
“Yes, Marcus… God, yes,” I moaned, my voice muffled against the pillow. His cock was enormous, stretching me in ways my husband never could, filling me so completely that I felt like I might burst. I arched my back, pressing myself against him, desperate for more. The sound of skin slapping against skin echoed in the room, mingling with my breathless whimpers.
“Tell me who owns this pussy,” Marcus demanded, his voice rough and authoritative. He slowed his thrusts, teasing me, making me beg for it.
“You do, Marcus… you do,” I cried out, my voice trembling with need. He chuckled darkly, his hands tightening on my hips as he picked up the pace again, driving into me with a ferocity that left me breathless. I could feel my orgasm building, a tight coil of pleasure winding tighter and tighter inside me. But I didn’t want it to end, not yet. I wanted to stay here forever, lost in this sinful pleasure, forgetting about my dull suburban life and my oblivious husband.
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It had started innocently enough. Or at least, that’s what I told myself. I was at the gym, trying to squeeze in a quick workout before picking up the kids from school. Marcus was the personal trainer there, tall and muscular with a smile that could melt panties. I’d noticed him before, of course—every woman in the gym did—but I’d always been careful to keep my distance. I was a married woman, after all. A mother. I had responsibilities.
But that day, he’d approached me. “You’ve got great form,” he’d said, his voice smooth as silk. “But I think I can help you take it to the next level.”
I’d laughed it off, but deep down, I was flattered. My husband hadn’t looked at me that way in years. Marcus made me feel seen in a way that I hadn’t felt in a long time. And when he pressed his body against mine to adjust my stance, I felt a jolt of electricity shoot through me. I knew it was wrong, but I couldn’t help myself. When he asked me out for coffee after the session, I said yes.
One thing led to another. Coffee turned into drinks, which turned into late-night texts, which turned into secret rendezvous in cheap motel rooms. Marcus was everything my husband wasn’t—dominant, confident, hung. He took control in a way that made me feel both safe and exhilarated. And when he fucked me, it was like nothing I’d ever experienced before. My husband was gentle, almost timid in bed, but Marcus was brutal, pushing me to my limits and beyond.
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“Look at you, taking all of me like a good little slut,” Marcus grunted, his voice dripping with condescension. I moaned, my face flushing with shame and arousal. It was true—I was his slut. I loved it when he talked dirty to me, when he degraded me and made me feel like nothing more than a hole for him to use. It was liberating in a way that I couldn’t explain.
“I’m your slut, Marcus… only yours,” I whimpered, my hands clutching the sheets for dear life. He slapped my ass hard, the sting sending a jolt of pleasure through me. I cried out, my body convulsing as my orgasm finally hit me like a tidal wave. I collapsed onto the bed, boneless and spent, but Marcus wasn’t done yet.
He flipped me over onto my back, his dark eyes blazing with desire as he loomed over me. “Open your mouth,” he commanded, his voice leaving no room for argument. I obeyed instantly, parting my lips as he guided his cock into my mouth. It was thick and heavy on my tongue, and I struggled to take all of him, but he didn’t care. He gripped the back of my head and started fucking my face with abandon.
“That’s it, take it all,” he growled, his hips moving rhythmically as he used my mouth like a fleshlight. I gagged and choked, tears streaming down my face, but I didn’t stop him. I wanted this—needed this. He was in complete control, and I was just along for the ride.
When he finally came, he pulled out of my mouth with a grunt and stroked himself until thick ropes of cum splattered across my face and chest. I lay there, panting and covered in his release, feeling more alive than I had in years.
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Later, as I drove home to my mundane suburban life, guilt gnawed at the edges of my mind. My husband would be waiting for me at home, probably with a half-hearted kiss and a question about how my day had been. He had no idea what I’d been doing, no idea that while he was at work trying to provide for our family, I was spreading my legs for another man.
But as much as I hated myself for it, I couldn’t stop. Marcus had awoken something inside me that I didn’t even know existed—a hunger that my husband could never satisfy. And no matter how much it hurt to betray him, I knew I’d keep coming back for more.
As I pulled into the driveway and saw the lights on in our house, I took a deep breath and wiped away any trace of Marcus from my face and neck. My husband would never know—and that was exactly how it needed to stay.
But as I walked through the door and he greeted me with a tired smile...</div>
<div>Take it all, Jane. You know you want to,” Marcus growled, his voice low and commanding, his hands gripping my hips tightly as he thrust into me from behind. I gasped, my knees digging into the soft mattress, my body trembling with the sheer force of his movements. My heart pounded in my chest, a mix of guilt and ecstasy swirling through me like a storm.
“Yes, Marcus… God, yes,” I moaned, my voice muffled against the pillow. His cock was enormous, stretching me in ways my husband never could, filling me so completely that I felt like I might burst. I arched my back, pressing myself against him, desperate for more. The sound of skin slapping against skin echoed in the room, mingling with my breathless whimpers.
“Tell me who owns this pussy,” Marcus demanded, his voice rough and authoritative. He slowed his thrusts, teasing me, making me beg for it.
“You do, Marcus… you do,” I cried out, my voice trembling with need. He chuckled darkly, his hands tightening on my hips as he picked up the pace again, driving into me with a ferocity that left me breathless. I could feel my orgasm building, a tight coil of pleasure winding tighter and tighter inside me. But I didn’t want it to end, not yet. I wanted to stay here forever, lost in this sinful pleasure, forgetting about my dull suburban life and my oblivious husband.
---
It had started innocently enough. Or at least, that’s what I told myself. I was at the gym, trying to squeeze in a quick workout before picking up the kids from school. Marcus was the personal trainer there, tall and muscular with a smile that could melt panties. I’d noticed him before, of course—every woman in the gym did—but I’d always been careful to keep my distance. I was a married woman, after all. A mother. I had responsibilities.
But that day, he’d approached me. “You’ve got great form,” he’d said, his voice smooth as silk. “But I think I can help you take it to the next level.”
I’d laughed it off, but deep down, I was flattered. My husband hadn’t looked at me that way in years. Marcus made me feel seen in a way that I hadn’t felt in a long time. And when he pressed his body against mine to adjust my stance, I felt a jolt of electricity shoot through me. I knew it was wrong, but I couldn’t help myself. When he asked me out for coffee after the session, I said yes.
One thing led to another. Coffee turned into drinks, which turned into late-night texts, which turned into secret rendezvous in cheap motel rooms. Marcus was everything my husband wasn’t—dominant, confident, hung. He took control in a way that made me feel both safe and exhilarated. And when he fucked me, it was like nothing I’d ever experienced before. My husband was gentle, almost timid in bed, but Marcus was brutal, pushing me to my limits and beyond.
---
“Look at you, taking all of me like a good little slut,” Marcus grunted, his voice dripping with condescension. I moaned, my face flushing with shame and arousal. It was true—I was his slut. I loved it when he talked dirty to me, when he degraded me and made me feel like nothing more than a hole for him to use. It was liberating in a way that I couldn’t explain.
“I’m your slut, Marcus… only yours,” I whimpered, my hands clutching the sheets for dear life. He slapped my ass hard, the sting sending a jolt of pleasure through me. I cried out, my body convulsing as my orgasm finally hit me like a tidal wave. I collapsed onto the bed, boneless and spent, but Marcus wasn’t done yet.
He flipped me over onto my back, his dark eyes blazing with desire as he loomed over me. “Open your mouth,” he commanded, his voice leaving no room for argument. I obeyed instantly, parting my lips as he guided his cock into my mouth. It was thick and heavy on my tongue, and I struggled to take all of him, but he didn’t care. He gripped the back of my head and started fucking my face with abandon.
“That’s it, take it all,” he growled, his hips moving rhythmically as he used my mouth like a fleshlight. I gagged and choked, tears streaming down my face, but I didn’t stop him. I wanted this—needed this. He was in complete control, and I was just along for the ride.
When he finally came, he pulled out of my mouth with a grunt and stroked himself until thick ropes of cum splattered across my face and chest. I lay there, panting and covered in his release, feeling more alive than I had in years.
---
Later, as I drove home to my mundane suburban life, guilt gnawed at the edges of my mind. My husband would be waiting for me at home, probably with a half-hearted kiss and a question about how my day had been. He had no idea what I’d been doing, no idea that while he was at work trying to provide for our family, I was spreading my legs for another man.
But as much as I hated myself for it, I couldn’t stop. Marcus had awoken something inside me that I didn’t even know existed—a hunger that my husband could never satisfy. And no matter how much it hurt to betray him, I knew I’d keep coming back for more.
As I pulled into the driveway and saw the lights on in our house, I took a deep breath and wiped away any trace of Marcus from my face and neck. My husband would never know—and that was exactly how it needed to stay.
But as I walked through the door and he greeted me with a tired smile...</div>
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