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I hadn't been able to stop myself from staring at my wife tonight. The more I tried, the more her aura drew me in like a moth to a flame.

From the moment she got all dressed up and stood by the head of the steps, balanced on those black stilettos that accentuated her elegance, she’d had me mesmerized.

It was almost like she was an entirely different woman tonight—a fucking goddess!

I'd always known that she was beautiful and sexy, but tonight's glow was on a whole new level. Words couldn't describe the way she appeared, graceful and majestic.

My cousin, Afanasy, would describe such a beauty as a drop-dead, gorgeous diva and that was the perfect description that fit my wife's appearance tonight.

Her eyes sparkled like a thousand sapphires, her red lipstick neatly traced the perfect curve of her mouth, and her long, wavy brown hair fell loosely over her shoulders.

Under the chandelier lights, her porcelain skin glowed, glistening like diamonds scattered across silk. Her makeup was light, blending seamlessly with her skin tone—simple yet elegant.

And then there was her dress, the killer crimson-red gown that hugged her like a second skin, highlighting her curvature. Her cleavage revealed a tantalizing glimpse of her molds that drew my attention more times than I could count.

The daring slit on the side of her gown added to the overall sophistication of her look, teasing with fleeting glimpses of her alluring legs.

I'd never been prouder to move around a woman.

The very second I’d set eyes on her tonight, I knew that this union had to work. No woman's beauty had ever struck me the way that Lorena's did tonight. She stole my breath away and left me longing for her.

It took a lot of strength to restrain myself from kissing those enticing lips and taking her back upstairs. Lorena had turned me on without even trying.

Throughout the evening, I battled with my erection, struggling to keep it in my pants. All I wanted was to hold her again the way I had on our wedding night. Being in such close proximity to her and not being able to touch her to my satisfaction was torture.

However, seeing how much she enjoyed the show, I realized that the gesture had softened her heart. I could sense the tension lessening between us when she pulled her hand out of mine and stared into my eyes.

My lips curved into a sly smile as I saw a hint of desire lurking in their depths before she looked away.

That explained the sexual tension; she wanted me as much as I wanted her, and that realization made my cock swell in my pants. A heat of passion washed over me, igniting a spark that accentuated my craving for her.

Now, the night had ended, and both my wife and I were seated in the backseat of the car, headed home.

Gordey was in front, navigating through the streets, out of sight, thanks to the privacy divider that separated him from us.

Alone with Lorena by my side, the air was charged with a lot of undeniable tension, filled with unspoken words of passion and desire. My gaze was pinned on her like a hook to a fish, watching her chest heaving slowly, hinting at her craving for me.

She avoided my gaze, her eyes staring into space and her fingers absently toiling together on her lap.

I unbuckled my seatbelt and slid closer to her, closing the distance between us. My eyes roamed her torso, my gaze settling on her tantalizing cleavage.

Her body trembled when the back of my fingers grazed her arm. Lorena's eyes met with mine, and we stared at each other in silence. Her chest continued to heave with slow, jagged breaths as my fingers trailed her arm.

She steeled herself, her heart racing with anticipation when I placed my hand on her lap.

Her skin was soft beneath my palm, smooth and endearing. I watched her anxiety grow; her breathing quickened, her heart pounding like a drum in her chest. Yet, she didn't stop me, nor did she break eye contact.

I caressed her thigh, feeling the tremors of her body as my shaft continued to swell in my pants. I dared to slide my hand a little up her leg, watching her reaction to my touch.

Lorena subtly pulled back, as if bracing herself, adjusting in the seat. My eyes dropped to her thighs, exposed from underneath her gown. My heart skipped at the sight of those alluring legs that prompted me to slide my hand further up.

A faint moan escaped her lips, signaling her approval of how far my hand could travel. The leather crunched beneath her weight as she relaxed in the seat, her legs parting ever so slightly, welcoming my hand.

The enticing sight of her red panties sent a spark jolting through my body, a shiver running down my spine. My cock grew harder by the second, threatening to burst through my pants.

I arrived between her thighs, my fingers settling on her underpants. Lorena let out a soft purr, relaxing her muscles as I played with her—fingers caressing the fabric of her panties.

Fuck! She was wet already.

Lorena was so wet that her pussy freely accepted my finger after I shifted her panties and pushed it in. She moaned softly, biting her lower lip, writhing with slow moves.

She reached out and felt the print of my erection, her hand tracing the length over the fabric of my pants.

I edged closer, her slow breaths brushing against my skin and mine against hers. Her body jerked quietly as I pushed deeper inside her, watching her face contort in passion.

Her slender fingers cradled the print of my shaft, her delicate touch igniting a slow burn within me. Again, I thrust deeper inside her and sealed her lips with a kiss that muffled her sharp moans.

My tongue slid into her mouth, and her free hand flew to the side of my face, our heads tilting to the rhythm of the passion between us. My pulse quickened as I devoured those lips of hers, my finger pushing deeper and deeper inside her.

She burned with desire, moaning in my mouth. Our kiss was fervent and intense, tongues twirling. We exchanged breaths, claiming and reclaiming each other's lips. She broke the intense kiss and let out a sweet moan that covered my skin with goosebumps. Her palm rested over her mouth, sealing her soft groans as her eyes widened with passion.

I increased my pace, rapidly fingering her entrance, her wetness serving as a natural lubricant that eased my movements. Her fingers squeezed gently against the print of my shaft, her body shuddering from all that sensation coursing through her.

My head lowered, lips kissing the nape of her neck as her hand rubbed through my hair, fingers massaging my scalp. She arched her back, pushing up her chest, and I buried my face in her cleavage, kissing between her molds.

Lorena's legs spread wide, allowing me access as she finally let loose, giving in to the pleasure of my hands and lips. With my free hand, I gently tugged away the fabric concealing her breasts, and my mouth claimed one.

She moaned softly, writhing in ecstasy, and responded to my dual actions—fingering her entrance and sucking on her breast. My teeth grazed against her hard nipple, and I bit it deliciously, her quiet and cautious moans fueling my desire.

My fingers were relentlessly sliding inside her, wet with her juice, as I took the lump of her breast in my mouth.

“Oh, my God, yes,” she moaned in my ear, her legs trembling. Her hand circled over my head.

Inside her, my middle finger moved in a come-hither gesture while my thumb brushed against her swollen clit. Her waist slowly ground in ecstasy, head dropping on the seat's headrest. “Right there—right there,” she whispered.

Lorena was struggling to stay in control, lest she lose it and moan out loud; hence, her pleasured cries were as quiet as they could be.

Again, I increased my pace and felt her body stiffen as her breath hitched in her throat, and she steeled herself, a hand over her mouth. I stole a glance at her face, contorted in pleasure, eyes widening with her muffled moans.

Her hand dropped off her mouth, revealing her lips, which were pressed into a fine line above a tightened jaw. Her eyes rolled back, lids fluttering, a testament that she was lost in a sea of sheer pleasure. A lone vein lined her forehead, hinting at her struggle to keep the moans inside.

My lips curled into a smile, drinking in the sight of the exquisite pleasure etched on her face.

This had been the shortest journey ever, considering the car came to a halt. A pang of vexation swelled within me as I withdrew from her, helping to adjust the fabric concealing her breasts.

She stared at me, lust flickering in her eyes. Clearly, she wasn't satisfied. No, she wanted more, just like I did. The thing was, we were home.

I opened my side of the door and stepped out into the cool night's air under the starry expanse. But before I could circle over to her side of the door, she was already out and was heading into the house, her pace quick and hasty.

Gordey drove away without a word, and I followed up after my wife, my attention fixed on her elegant posture as she strolled into the building.

She opened the door, and as soon as she stepped inside, I did the same and grabbed her by the wrist. With the back of my leg, I slammed the door shut and pulled her to myself.

Lorena dropped her purse and reclaimed my lips with an urgent gesture. My hand wrapped around her slender waist, the other flying into her wavy brown hair. The sexual hunger driving us had us glued at the entrance, too turned on and impatient to make it upstairs to our room. No. I couldn't wait that long. I wanted her here and now, and that was her desire as well.

She pushed me to the wall, fingers unbuckling my belt without breaking our fervent kiss. My hands grabbed her breasts, fondling them over the fabric of her dress. Lorena unzipped my pants and tugged them down my waist. She dug her hand into my boxers and withdrew my shaft, stroking my length.

My hand slid down her body, and through the slit of her gown, I had access to her underpants. I grasped the waistband and tugged the panties down to her knees, from where they freely dropped to her ankles.

She moaned as I found my way back inside her pussy, my fingers resuming work on her. I let out a thick groan, throwing my head back against the wall as she stroked my cap with expert precision.

Lorena dropped to her knees and swallowed my cock, her head moving in and out of my groin. She jerked her eyes up at me, her tongue twirling around my cap before licking my length through to my balls while still holding my gaze.

She stroked my cock, smearing her drool over it, her mouth sucking on my balls.

Fuck. It felt so good. And it sent shivers through my body.

I reached down and lifted her to her feet, spinning us around within seconds. Her back slammed against the wall, with my hands pinned against hers. A low, throaty giggle came forth as she cast a seductive grin at me, like she loved the bondage, the sweet pain that came with it.

My lips locked with hers in a heated flame of passion, tongues dancing in our mouths. I raised her leg, her panties hanging off her heel as she reached down and grasped my cock, sliding it inside her.

I let out a satisfactory sigh as her warmth enveloped me. We locked eyes, my waist grinding against hers as I thrust deeper and deeper inside her.

The air was filled with the scent of her arousal mixed with her perfume and my cologne.

It felt so good to finally be inside her, and I just realized how much I’d missed being intimate with her. Lorena reclaimed my lips, pushing her tongue back into my mouth, our heads tilting sideways as I vigorously slammed into her pussy.

She cupped my face in her palms, our intense kiss sealing her pleasured cries. With a hand around her waist and the other supporting her raised leg, I plunged deeper and faster into her. She yanked aside the fabric over her chest, revealing the fine slope of her breasts.

Lorena tore her lips off mine, letting out her sweet moans, her arms wrapped around me like she couldn't get enough.

“Yes, yes, yes…” she whispered, her sexy tone dripping with ecstasy.

She held on tighter as if seeking deeper connection, her moans in my ear encouraging me to plunge harder than before.

I felt the softness of her delicate breasts pressed against my chest as I pulled her closer, my hand squeezing her butt.

Quickly, I pulled out, and she yelped at the force I applied in spinning her over, her chest against the wall. She winced, her butt cheek turning red as I spanked her ass.

From behind, I slid back inside her warm, slippery cunt, a hand pulling against her hair. She bent at the waist, head thrown up in ecstasy while I rammed her mercilessly.

I drove into her with fierce, unyielding strokes like a starving beast, my hips pounding against hers. She let out a low, throaty groan, her body trembling at my relentless thrusts.

My legs shook, a wave of pleasure coursing through me as I unleashed a primal growl that signaled my arrival. With a deep thrust, I pushed inside her, releasing my essence and filling her up with my load.

She sighed satisfactorily, her entire body shaking and her throbbing mound accepting every drop while I plunged deeper and deeper.

With heavy breaths, I pulled out slowly, feeling the sensation jolting across my body. My cock was covered in her juice, and my cum dripped out of her wet pussy.

Fuck.

She spun around to face me, her back against the wall with a smile playing on her lips. Judging by the endearing look in her eyes, I knew I was forgiven for crossing the line last night.

“Thank you,” she whispered under her breath, arms around my neck.

I wasn't sure what for—the sex or the surprise at the event. However, my reply was a smile before leaning forward to kiss her lips.

I felt a deeper connection to her, one that transcended sex, and although I had no idea what it was, I did know that it felt good.

It was obvious now that we’d missed each other so badly, and this was just the first round. There was still plenty of time to go more rounds, and I was agile enough to do just that.

With the way she looked at me, a hint of mischief sparkling in her eyes, her teeth grazing against her lower lip, I was certain she wasn't done with me yet.

She wasn't satisfied.

Neither was I.