I leaned back against the plush velvet cushions of J's office chair, my heart pounding in my chest as I took a deep breath. The sunlight filtered through the floor-to-ceiling windows, casting golden rays across the polished wooden floor. My newlywed husband's ring glinted on my finger, a harsh reminder of the promises I had made only a few days ago.
But I couldn't help but crave the forbidden fruit that was J's touch. We had a lot of unusual sex, I confessed, my voice barely above a whisper. I couldn't help but wonder if my husband was beginning to suspect. What should I do? I asked, looking up at J with pleading eyes.
J's lips curved into a smirk as he leaned forward, his deep-set eyes locked with mine. He's just getting a feel of it, he said calmly. Don't worry, I'll talk to him.
Later that evening, J stood before us in my living room, his crisp white shirt open at the neck, revealing the subtle hint of chest hair that covered his broad shoulders. My husband's eyes widened in shock as J pulled out a folder full of pictures and videos. Our BDSM sessions, J explained, were a part of who I was. And according to J, I belonged to him.
My husband's head hung low, his shoulders slumping in defeat. He mumbled something about accepting his fate, and J's smirk widened. With a flick of his wrist, he gestured to the sofa, inviting us to join him.
J's touch was like a jolt of electricity, igniting a fire within me. I could feel my nipples harden under his rough hands as he traced the curve of my body. His fingers played with the sensitive flesh of my inner thigh, and I moaned as he slipped a finger inside me.
"Fuck me, J," I cried out, my voice barely above a whisper. I felt my husband's eyes on us, but I couldn't bring myself to care. He was just a bystander in this wild game of lust and desire.
J's thunderous cock entered me, filling me up with every inch. I could feel my husband's eyes on us, but I was lost in the moment. J's rough hands gripped my hips as he fucked me hard, his dick hitting against my husband's thigh with each thrust.
Despite the shame on his face, my husband couldn't help but watch as J and I came together, our bodies entwined in a dance of pure carnal pleasure. When it was over, J turned to him, a smirk playing at the corners of his lips.
"I know this is hard for you to accept," J said, his voice dripping with pity. "But I'll make you a deal. I'll bring you a maid. She'll do the household work and she'll love your big dick. She might not be much to look at, but beggars can't be choosers, right?"
My husband's eyes widened in surprise, a small glimmer of hope flickering in his gaze. "Really?" he asked, his voice barely above a whisper.
J nodded, a sly smile spreading across his face. "Yes, my dear. But you must promise to keep quiet about Kanni and me. We'll have to keep this little secret between us."
My husband nodded, his eyes filled with gratitude. And as J and I left the room, I couldn't help but feel a thrill of excitement coursing through my veins. This was just the beginning of our wild adventures.