The room felt still now, the air thick with the smell of us and the faint hum of the air conditioner. Lara was tucked against my side, head on my chest, one arm draped across my stomach. Her leg stayed hooked over mine, stockings wrinkled but still on, garter straps loose around her hips. My hand rested low on her back, fingers tracing slow lines along her spine. We were both naked, skin cooling slowly, hearts finally beating at a normal pace.

I looked down at her, one eyebrow raised.

"You love him but you need this?" I asked, smirking because I still couldn’t quite wrap my head around it.

She snuggled closer, cheek pressing harder against my chest like she wanted to hide there.

"Yeah..." she said softly. "My fetish and my desire is to..."

She trailed off for a second, then lifted her head just enough to meet my eyes. 𝗳𝐫𝚎𝗲𝚠𝚎𝗯𝕟𝐨𝘃𝚎𝗹.𝗰𝗼𝗺

"...to fuck behind my husband. To cuck him."

Her cheeks went bright red the second the words left her mouth. She ducked her head again and dragged her tongue slow across my chest—once, twice—like she needed something to do with her nerves.

I let out a short breath, half laugh, half disbelief.

"Some weird-ass desires you got there," I said, raising my eyebrow higher. "Welp... I’m no one to judge."

She giggled—small, embarrassed—and her hand slid down my stomach, fingers wrapping loosely around my dick again. She gave it a gentle, lazy stroke, just enough to make it twitch.

"I just love it, you know..." she whispered, eyes flicking up to mine.

"What?" I asked, catching her chin between my thumb and finger and tilting her face toward me so she couldn’t hide.

"To feel another man behind my man," she said, voice dropping into that sultry, low tone that sent a shiver straight down my spine. She brought her free hand up, spat once into her palm—wet and messy—then slid it back down to my dick, stroking slow and slick while she kept talking. "To feel another man’s dick. It’s like a vile feeling of doing something evil... and gaining immense pleasure from it."

"Ahmm... I see..." I said, exhaling sharp as her words and her hand worked together to wake me up again. My dick thickened in her grip, the slow slide of her wet palm making heat pool low in my stomach.

"Yeah..." she continued, voice soft but steady. "He must be at work right now, stressing himself out innocently, counting the hours until he can get home to me. He doesn’t know I’m here... sleeping with another man."

Her thumb circled the head once, spreading the spit and pre-cum together.

I shifted slightly under her, hand sliding up to cup the back of her neck.

"But if you don’t reach home early, won’t he doubt you?" I asked. The question had been sitting there since she started talking about him.

Lara paused—hand slowing on my dick for a second—then gave a small, knowing smile.

"He trusts me," she said simply. "Completely. I told him I was meeting a friend for drinks after work. He never checks. Never asks for proof. He just says ’Have fun, love you, be safe.’"

She leaned in and kissed the corner of my mouth—soft, almost sweet—then pulled back.

"That’s what makes it so easy," she whispered. "And so... hot."

I stared at her for a second, thumb brushing her lower lip.

"You really are something else," I said quietly.

She giggled again—soft, almost shy this time—and squeezed my dick gently.

The room felt lazy and warm now, the dim white lights still glowing soft along the walls. Lara was half on top of me again, one arm looped around my neck, pulling my face closer while her legs straddled my hips. Her stockings rubbed against my sides every time she shifted, garter straps loose but still clinging to her thighs. My dick rested between her legs—hard again, grazing her wet pussy lips with every small movement she made. Her breasts pressed lightly against my chest, nipples brushing my skin.

"My husband is innocent and stupid at the same time, you know," she said quietly, lips close to my ear. She moved her hips slow, letting my dick slide along her folds without going in.

"Ohh?" I said, curious, one hand resting on her lower back.

"He will call and I will tell him I’m sleeping at my friend’s place," she went on, voice low and amused. "He believes it. Doesn’t ask anything else."

She rolled her groin again—slow, teasing—my tip catching just at her entrance before slipping up along her clit.

"What friend? Where? Nothing?" I asked, raising an eyebrow.

"Nope," she said, smiling against my cheek. "That’s why I said he’s stupid." She started kissing my face—soft, wet little kisses everywhere: jaw, cheekbone, corner of my mouth, forehead. "Even if I tell him it’s my college friend—a guy I used to date—and he’s in town so I have to meet him... he doesn’t even say no."

I felt her tongue flick out, licking a slow line along my cheekbone.

"I see," I said, smiling a little. "He’s like he doesn’t care or something."

She straddled me fully now, sitting up so her ass rested right on my dick. She rocked back and forth—grinding slow circles—while she kept licking my face, kissing my chin, my nose, the side of my neck. Her hair fell forward, brushing my skin.

"That day I slept with his colleague," she said proudly, laughing under her breath. "He brought the guy home after drinks. My husband passed out on the couch in the hall... and I took my chance right there in our bedroom."

"What the fuck," I said, laughing along with her. My dick twitched hard under her ass at the thought.

"Yeah," she said, still giggling. "He was so muscular, good build. We fucked the entire night on our bed while my husband slept ten feet away after drinking too much. And in the morning he woke up, we acted like nothing happened."

She leaned down again, licking a slow stripe up my neck before kissing the spot wetly.

"You’re wild," I said, hands sliding down to grab her ass, squeezing the soft cheeks while she kept grinding.

"I couldn’t help it," she said, voice dropping lower, almost proud. "The thrill... knowing he was right there snoring while another man was inside me... on our bed..." She shivered a little, hips rolling harder. "It made everything feel so much better."

I groaned quietly, dick throbbing against her wet pussy as she kept moving.