Lens of Desire (Chapter 5)

Chapter 5
Sarah's heart pounded in her chest as Emily carefully opened the envelope, revealing the much-anticipated boudoir photographs. The two women sat side by side on the pristine white couch, their breaths held in anticipation.
Sarah's palms grew clammy as Emily slid out the first photo, her eyes scanning over the image before handing it to Sarah. The picture was tastefully done, showing Sarah in a her robe and lingerie that accentuated her curves and left little to the imagination.
Her hair cascaded around her shoulders in loose waves, and she stared into the camera with a seductive gaze that made Emily's heart race.
"Wow, Sarah. You look amazing," Emily breathed, awestruck by the image. "These photos are incredible."
Sarah blushed, but the corner of her mouth quirked up in a proud smile. "I'm glad you like them. Jack did a great job."
Emily nods, unable to tear her eyes away from the picture.
The first few images were tame and playful, but as she continues to flip through the photos, the poses become more provocative. In the next photo, Sarah is holding her breast, her nipple hard and erect. Another one shows her kneeling on the bed, with her thong pulled to the side, showing off her trimmed pubic hair.
Sarah's heart is racing as she watches Emily react to the photos. She feels a thrill run through her body, seeing how much her best friend is turned on by the images.
The next photo reveals Sarah stroking herself, her eyes closed in pleasure as she touches herself intimately. Emily's breath hitches, a clearly visible pulse beating in her neck.
"Sarah, these are... wow," Emily stammers, completely overcome with emotion. Sarah blushes once more,
her fingers tracing the edges of the photo. "Yeah, he did a great job," she answers absentmindedly, lost in the memory of the photo shoot.
"His fingers were so gentle, almost tickling at first," Sarah murmurs, her gaze distant. "But then, as I got more into it, they became more insistent. I could feel myself getting wetter and wetter, and I was so turned on by the thrill of it all."
Emily's eyes are wide as she listens to Sarah's words.
"He knew just what to say to get me to go further."
The next image was her fully nude legs open wide , spread-eagled on the edge of the couch. Sarah felt her thighs tremble as she remembered her desire for him, how she had obeyed his command to spread herself open for the camera. The way Jack looked at her, the raw hunger in his eyes, it was enough to make her wet again.
"Jack," Sarah murmured, remembering the way he had touched her there, the ache building in her core as he spoke wickedly to her.
Emily's breathing grew heavier as Sarah continued narrating.
"He told me to play with myself while he took photos.
I couldn't resist the command. My palm glided effortlessly over my slick, wet folds as I closed my eyes and let myself succumb to the primal urge to cum.
The sounds of heavy breathing and wet slaps echoed throughout the room. I could feel my body weaving into a feverish climax as my walls contracted rhythmically around my fingers, streaks of orange and pink spilling across my eyelids.
As I opened my eyes, I saw Jack standing there. He looked thoroughly pleased with himself, a sly grin spreading across his face.
She handed Emily a photo showing Sarah fingering herself openly , glistening evidence of her pleasure smeared on her fingers. Emily's eyes widened, her gaze flicking between the photo and Sarah.
"These... these are incredible, Sarah," she finally managed, her voice a husky purr. Sarah allowed herself a small smirk, a sense of liberation washing over her.
"I did feel fucking amazing, Emily," she admitted, her voice raw and ragged with the kind of blatant honesty she hadn't allowed herself in years.
She handed Emily a photo of her using the dildo on herself . The thick silicone phallus was buried deep inside her, her labia stretched around it, slick with her own wetness.
"Oh My God," Emily breathed, feeling her own arousal pool between her legs. "I couldn't imagine doing that" she said, her voice barely a whisper. Her eyes betrayed her, however, as they devoured each image.
"It was just... incredible," Sarah said, intoxicated by the memory. "Jack knew just what to do to push me to new heights, and the whole thing was sooooo good."
Sarah paused looking at the next photo. It was her on the couch dildo in her, and Jack's cock in her mouth. Her hand stared to shake looking at the picture and Emily raised her eyebrows as Sarah blushed trying to hide the picture .
"This one..... we can skip this one" stuttered Sarah, twisting the picture away from Emily.
Emily raised her eyebrows "Well , you invited me here to see these photos, not hide them" she said, her voice dripping with tease.
Sarah sighed, realizing she couldn't avoid it any longer.
"Alright," she said, turning the picture over so Emily could see it.
Emily looked at the photo, and her eyes widened. She saw Sarah, naked, laying on the couch. Her hand was wrapped around a large dildo, plunged deep inside of her. Sarah's head was thrown back in pleasure, and Jack's cock was in her mouth. Emily could see the look of hunger and satisfaction on his face, knowing exactly what he was doing to Sarah.
"Holy shit," Emily muttered, swallowing hard. "This is...
intense," Emily finally managed, her voice barely above a whisper.
Sarah nodded, feeling a wave of heat wash over her as the memory of their lovemaking came rushing back. "It was," she said, handing Emily the next photo.
There was a series of them similar to that, some her eyes were open and in others they were closed.
Sarah's pussy clenched as she saw the pleasure etched on her own face in the photographs, the way she looked at Jack with pure longing and abandon. The shots were taken from various angles, showcasing the depth of their intimacy.
Emily's breath was hittingched, as she slowly flipped through the images of her best friend's illicit encounter with this man who was technically a stranger to her. Sarah couldn't help but notice the way Emily was blushing, the way her lips were slightly parted.
Sarah knew what she was thinking. She could see the desire in her eyes.
"Did it turn you on, Emily?" Sarah asked quietly. "Seeing me like that, with Jack? Watching me touch myself, watching him pleasure me?"
Emily's breath hitched, and she couldn't meet Sarah's gaze. "Yes," she finally whispered, her voice barely above a whisper.
Sarah turned over the next picture, showing Jacks face between her legs . Emily's chest heaved as she took in the image, her gaze lingering on the way Jack's tongue traced Sarah 's swollen folds.
"Fuck," Emily breathed, her eyes darkening with desire.
Sarah watched as Emily's hand snaked down to her own panties, slipping inside to touch herself. She couldn't help but feel a thrill of arousal at the sight, her body heating up at the knowledge that her friend was turned on by the photos.
Emily's fingers worked faster under her pants, her eyes not leaving the images of Jacks tongue and Sarah's wet pussy before her.
Sarah's gaze lingered on the next photo, showing Jack's cock buried deep inside of her. She could still feel him inside of her, filling her up and taking control of her body. The pleasure had been so intense, so overpowering that she had lost herself in the moment.
Her breath hitched as she remembered the way he thrust in and out of her, his hands gripping her hips as he claimed her body with his own.
She felt a wave of desire wash over her, her heart pounding in her chest as she thought about that moment.
Sarah felt the wetness in her growing.
Emily's fingers moved faster, her breath coming in ragged gasps as she watched the images before her. She leaned back into the couch, her chest heaving as she surrendered to the pleasure that was building inside of her.
A photo of Sarah on her back with Jack thrusting into her...Another with her back arched under him in climax , her mouth wide open in a silent scream, Jack's thumb pressed tightly over her clit as he powered into her. Emily's breath hitched at the sight, the image arousing her beyond what she had ever imagined. She could feel the slick heat pooling between her thighs, soaking her panties as she continued to touch herself. Sarah was breathing heavily now, watching as Emily flipped through the photos, eyes drawn to the explicit scenes.
"Jack was amazing," Sarah murmured, almost dreamily.
Emily couldn't tear her gaze away from the latest image of Sarah, naked, her hips bucking up to meet Jack's thrusts. It was clear in the pictures that he did not have a condom on, and Emily felt her own arousal intensify with every passing moment.
"Did he..."Emily started to ask motioning at his bare cock "Did he cum in you?" Sarah's cheeks flushed. "Yes," she admitted, feeling an unexpected thrill at Emily's frankness.
"Did you enjoy it?" Emily asked, her fingers still teasing her clit through her wet panties. Sarah didn't need to think about her answer.
"Oh, yes," she exhaled, surrendering to the memory of Jack's powerful thrusts, the feeling of him filling her up completely.
Emily nodded, letting out a low moan as she felt herself nearing the edge.
"In fact after he did...I did this" She handed Emily the last set of photo showing her riding Jack's cock , her head thrown back in ecstasy. With one hand cupping her breast and the other scratching his chest.
Emily's hands froze, a gasp escaped her lips as she looked at the photo, taken from the side of the bed and showing every curve and detail of Sarah's arched back as she moved in perfect synchronization with Jack's thrusts.
She swallowed harshly, barely able to speak. "Sarah, I...", Emily's voice trailed off as she stared silently at the images before her, her fingers resuming their movements under her panties.
Sarah felt her heart pounding in her chest, her body heating up as she watched her best friend surrender to her own pleasure. She couldn't deny the feeling growing inside of her, the need to feel Jack's arms around her once more.
Sarah blushed before quickly saying. "Take those off I want to thank you for telling me to get the shoot...." she said, nodding towards Emily's pants. "I want to thank you for telling me to do it."
There was a moment of silence between them as they stared at each other, the tension in the room reaching a fever pitch. Emily slowly and deliberately pulled her pants down her thighs, revealing her own lacy lingerie. Sarah's breath hitched as she saw the wet stain on Emily's underwear, knowing that it was her fault that her friend was so aroused.
"Fuck, Sarah," Emily breathed as she kicked her pants aside and spread her legs wider.
Sarah licked her lips as she stared at her best friend, ready to take things further.
"You ready, Em?" she purred, her eyes smoldering with lust.
Emily nodded, her breathing heavy. "God, yes, Sarah. I... I can't believe we're doing this," she whispered, her voice trembling with need.
Sarah reached for Emily's hand, gently tracing her fingers over Emily's knuckles. "You don't have to, Em. If you change your mind, I understand," she said softly.
Emily shook her head, pulling Sarah closer.
"No, I want this," she breathed, her voice thick with desire. "I want you, Sarah."
Sarah's breath hitched as she leaned in, closing the distance between their lips. She could feel the heat of Emily's body, the slickness of her wetness soaking through her lacy underwear.
Their lips met in a soft, slow kiss, their fingers intertwining as they tasted each other for the first time. Sarah could feel Emily's heart pounding in her chest, mirroring her own rapid heartbeat.
Without breaking their kiss, Sarah slipped her hand into Emily's panties, marveling at the wetness she found there.
Emily moaned softly as Sarah's fingers slid inside of her, her hips bucking up to meet her hand. Sarah could feel herself growing wetter with every stroke, their breaths mingling as they explored each other's bodies.
With her free hand, Emily tugged at the hem of Sarah's shirt, pulling it up over her head and revealing her bare breasts.
Sarah's nipples were already hard and aching, her body trembling with anticipation.
Emily's mouth found one of Sarah's nipples, her tongue swirling around the sensitive bud as she sucked and teased it to a hard peak. Sarah moaned, throwing her head back as she surrendered to the pleasure.
Sarah's hands were all over Emily now, caressing and teasing her damp skin.
She could feel Emily's breaths coming in ragged gasps, her heart pounding in her chest. Sarah knew that her friend was on the edge, ready to plummet into the abyss of pleasure.
She ran her fingers through Emily's hair, tugging gently as she deepened their kiss. Emily responded in kind, her hands roaming over Sarah's body with a fervor that took Sarah's breath away.
Sarah could feel her own wetness, slick and hot between her thighs. reaching out she pulled Emily's panties down and moved her mouth between her legs . She could taste her friend's arousal, a heady mix of musk and honey. She moaned as she licked and sucked, feeling Emily's hips buck against her face as she cried out in pleasure.
Emily's hands were in Sarah's hair, pulling tightly as she writhed underneath Sarah's expert touch. She could feel her bodybuilding to an incredible peak, pleasure radiating out from her core with every flick of Sarah's tongue, every brush of her lips.
She paused looking up at her friend. "What do you think of me letting him cum in my married pussy twice?" She asked before resuming her licking and sucking of Emily's clit.
Emily's body bucked as she felt Sarah's mouth on her sex, the heat and wetness of her tongue sending shivers down her spine. She could feel the pleasure building within her, her heart pounding in her chest as Sarah's fingers plunged deeper inside of her.
Sarah's fingers moved in and out of Emily's slick folds, matching the rhythm of her tongue. She could feel Emily's body tense up, her breaths coming in ragged gasps as she neared the brink.
Sarah's tongue never faltered, continuing to flatter and caress her friend's sensitive flesh until Emily let out a loud cry of pleasure and bucked her hips against Sarah's mouth.
Sarah sat back on her heels, a slow smile spreading across her face as she looked up at Emily. Their gazes locked, and Sarah felt a shiver of excitement run down her spine as she saw the pleased, satisfied look in Emily's eyes.
"That was....amazing," Emily breathed, her chest heaving as she caught her breath.
Sarah's eyes sparkled with satisfaction at her friend's reaction. She knew she had done well when she saw the wetness on Emily's fingers, a testament to her own pleasure.
Sarah felt a sense of pride and empowerment, knowing that she had brought her best friend to such heights of ecstasy.
As they lay there, panting and trembling from the aftershocks of passion, Sarah couldn't help but feel closer to Emily than ever before. It was a deep, visceral connection between two souls, a bond forged through the power of pleasure and intimacy.
"What do I tell Mark?" Sarah asked Emily , breaking the tense silence.
Emily looked at her friend, a pained expression on her face. "You have to tell him the truth, Sarah," she said softly. "You can't keep this from him."
Sarah nodded, feeling a sense of dread settling in the pit of her stomach. She knew that Emily was right, but the thought of confessing to Mark was almost too much to bear.
"I know," she whispered.
"I just..." She trailed off, shaking her head. "I don't know what to do. I don't know how to tell him."
Emily took Sarah's hand in hers, squeezing it reassuringly. "You'll figure it out," she said, her voice firm and confident. "You're a strong, capable woman, Sarah. You can do this."
Sarah took a deep breath, feeling herself calm slightly at Emily's words. She knew that her friend was right. She was a strong, capable woman. She could do this.
She could tell Mark the truth about her affair with Jack, and face the consequences, whatever they may be. Sarah took a deep breath, feeling a renewed sense of strength and determination.
"I'll do it," she said, her voice firm and resolute. "I'll tell Mark everything."
Emily nodded, letting go of Sarah's hand and sitting up. "I'll stay with you, if you want," she said, a gentle smile on her lips.
"We can discuss what to say to Mark together."
Sarah considered Emily's offering, but she knew what had happened between her and Jack couldn't be unsaid. She needed to face this alone. "You don't have to stay, Emily. I appreciate your support, but I have to take responsibility for my actions."
Emily seemed to understand. "Alright, I'll leave you to work it out. When you're ready, give me a call.
I'll be here for you." Emily stood up and began gathering her things.
Sarah watched as her friend put on her clothes, feeling a sense of gratitude and love. Emily had been her rock, her confidante, and her best friend for so long. Sarah knew she was lucky to have someone like her in her life.
"Thank you, Em," Sarah said quietly, her voice filled with emotion. "I don't know what I'd do without you."
Emily smiled at her warmly. "Don't be silly. We're best friends, Sarah.
And like a best friend, I'm going to support you no matter what. " Emily said, adjusting her jacket.
Sarah nodded, feeling grateful for Emily's unwavering support. "I'll make sure to call you as soon as I can. Thank you for everything, Em," she said with a warm smile.
"Of course, Sarah. That's what best friends do," Emily replied, before giving Sarah a quick hug and heading out the door.
Sarah watched her leave, feeling a pang of sadness in her heart, but also a sense of clarity and resolve. It was time for her to face the truth and be honest with her husband, Mark.
Sarah spent the rest of the day going over in her mind what she would say to Mark. She practiced different speeches, trying to find the right words to express her feelings and the truth about what had happened with Jack. As the evening approached, Sarah felt a growing sense of anxiety and fear.
She knew that she needed to talk to Mark, but the thought of confessing her affair and breaking his heart filled her with dread.
Mark walked through the door, a distracted look on his face. Sarah stood up from the couch, taking a deep breath as she prepared to speak.
"Hey, Mark. We need to talk," Sarah said quietly, her heart pounding in her chest.
Mark looked up at her, a confused expression on his face. "What's going on, Sarah? You seem upset," he said, his voice filled with concern.
Sarah took a deep breath, steeling herself for the conversation ahead. "I am, Mark," she admitted, her voice shaky. "There's something I need to tell you."
Mark raised an eyebrow. "Okay, tell me what's bothering you."
Sarah hesitated for a moment, her heart racing. She knew she couldn't hide the truth any longer, but the words were so difficult to utter. "Mark, I... wanted to surprise you with a boudoir shoot." She handed him the 'appropriate' photos , the ones taken by the professional photographer at the studio:
"Wow," he whispered, looking at the photos of Sarah in various outfits, her body draped and lifted in ways that accentuated her curves, her beautiful smile lighting up each frame. "You look stunning, Sarah."
Sarah felt a flush of warmth spread across her face, grateful for his praise but also aware that the real photos still lay hidden. She glanced at Emily, who seemed equally proud and excited, their eyes shining with anticipation.
Sarah returned her gaze to Mark, who was now focused on the photos in his hand again. After a moment, he finally looked up. There was an odd expression on his face, like he couldn't quite figure out what was going on.
"Mark, there are more pictures," Sarah said, clearing her throat nervously.
Mark furrowed his brow as he handed her back the photos and stood up, extending his free hand.
"I'm not sure if you want to see them...things got out of control, Things happened I didn't mean to..." She paused, taking another deep breath.
She didn't know how to explain what had happened, but she had to let Mark know the truth.
She took Mark's hand and led him to the living room. Taking a deep breath, she handed him the rest of the photos.
Mark stared at the pictures, a wide range of emotions crossing his face. He looked at Sarah, shocked and hurt. "Sarah, what's going on here?"
Sarah shifted nervously, unsure of how to react or what to say. "Jack...we...it happened, Mark," she whispered, hoping the admission would be enough. “I didn’t mean it to” Mark was silent for a moment, staring at the photos of Sarah with Jack. He could not believe what he was seeing. His wife, his loving wife, lying in bed with another man. Mark couldn't believe what he was seeing. "Sarah, where did these pictures come from?" Mark asked, his voice trembling with emotion.
Sarah closed her eyes, feeling tears threatening to spill over. "It was the boudoir shoot, Mark. Things got out of hand," she said softly, her voice trembling.
Mark took a step backwards, his expression stunned and hurt. "Out of hand? Out of hand? What does that even mean, Sarah? These are photos of you with another man!"
Sarah knelt down on the couch, her hands clenched tightly in her lap. "I made a mistake, Mark.
I let my guard down and things happened that shouldn't have." Sarah's voice was soft and filled with regret. "I should have stopped it, I should have told you immediately."
Mark was standing rigid, his eyes fixed on Sarah with a cold gaze. "You made these choices, Sarah. You chose to have these photos taken, to let Jack touch you, to sleep with him."
Sarah swallowed hard, feeling a lump forming in her throat. "I know, I made a mistake.
And I know that I can't change the past, but I can promise you that I will be honest with you about everything that happened. I went there with only the intent of a boudoir shoot to give you something sexy and fun for your birthday. But I let my guard down, and I allowed myself to get carried away in the moment. I'm sorry, Mark. I'm so sorry for hurting you."
Mark was silent, staring at Sarah with a mixture of hurt and anger in his eyes. Sarah could feel her heart racing as she waited for him to say something, anything. She knew that she deserved his anger and disappointment, but it didn't make it any easier to bear.
Finally, after what felt like an eternity, Mark spoke. "How did it happen , Sarah? What made you do it?"
Sarah looked at him, her eyes filled with tears. "It just did, Mark," she whispered. "I didn't plan it, I didn't want it to happen, but it did."
Mark shook his head, still struggling to comprehend the situation.
Sarah continued “he had suggested a pose where it looked like I was masturbating for you, under my panties…” she blush but he said it didn’t look right and convinced me to actually run as he took pics” Sarah paused. It was the hardest thing she had ever done, to confess her infidelity to her husband, but she knew that this was the only way she could truly move forward. "I thought about you, Mark. I imagined it was you touching me, you looking at me with desire in your eyes. I wanted to make you happy, to give you a gift that would excite and arouse you. But then, things just happened…"
Sarah paused, trying to find the right words. "He convinced me that the photos would turn you on more if I stripped down…” She couldn’t help but blush as she retold this part, but she forced herself to continue. "I didn't want to disappoint you, Mark. I was focused on pleasing you, and I let him take advantage of that."
Sarah's voice grew softer as she spoke, her gaze fixed downward. She couldn't bear to look at Mark, knowing the hurt and disappointment she saw there. She felt a deep sense of shame, knowing that she had betrayed his trust.
But Mark wasn't arguing or shouting at her; instead, his eyes were filled with an emotion that was hard to describe. It was a combination of shock, confusion, and sadness.
"But why, Sarah?" he asked softly, still struggling to make sense of it all.
Sarah sighed deeply, feeling a wave of regret wash over her. "I don't know, Mark. I wish I could say that I had some excuse or explanation for what happened, but the truth is, I don't."
“I was masturbating with a dildo” she motioned at one of the photos, thinking of you, I closed my eyes imagining it, I was so horny thinking about you and the photos, and the next thing I knew his cock was in my mouth ” Sarah took a deep breath, tears brimming in her eyes.
"I regret it more than anything, Mark. I was wrong to let myself get carried away like that. I didn't mean for it to happen, I swear. I was just so caught up in the moment, in the excitement of it all."
Mark closed his eyes, taking in everything that Sarah had just told him. It was difficult to absorb, the shock and betrayal hitting him like a ton of bricks.
Mark's mind raced, unable to make sense of what had just transpired. "But Sarah, you don't understand, I love you," Mark murmured, staring at the photos of his wife with another man.
Sarah's eyes filled with tears as she took in Mark's devastated expression. She wanted nothing more than to make it right, to retract her words and pretend that none of it had happened. But she knew that she couldn't make it go away, that she had to accept the consequences of her actions.
"I know you love me, Mark.
And I love you too. That's why I'm telling you this now. I can't keep lying to you," Sarah said with a resolute, determined tone.
Mark took a step closer to her and took both of her hands in his. "Sarah, you have to understand, I don't want to hurt you either. But these photos...they're damning, Sarah. They prove that you cheated on me."
Sarah nodded, tears streaming down her face. "I know, Mark. But please, listen to me before you decide what to do.
I didn't tell you this to hurt you, but because I want to be honest with you. And I know that this can never happen again, that our relationship has to be built on trust.
Mark sighed heavily, taking a moment to gather his thoughts. Sarah watched him nervously, wondering what he would say next.
"I need some time to think about all of this," Mark said finally. "This is a lot to take in, and I need to process it before we can talk about what happens next."
Sarah nodded, understanding his need for time and space.
The silence that followed seemed to stretch on forever, the heaviness of the situation weighing down on her.
" Sit down," Mark said abruptly, gesturing to the couch across from her. Sarah reluctantly complied, her nerves jangled and her thoughts racing.
Mark sat down opposite her, staring at the photos in his hands. He remained silent for a while, occasionally glancing up at her, his gaze intense and searching.
Sarah's heart pounded in her chest, and she found it difficult to sit still. Each moment that passed felt like an eternity.
Eventually, Mark set the photos down on the coffee table and took a deep breath. "I don't know what to say, Sarah. This is a lot to take in."
Sarah nodded, her voice barely above a whisper. "I know, and I'm so sorry. I never meant for any of this to happen."
Mark's expression softened, and he reached for her hand. "I believe you, Sarah.
I know that you didn't intend for this to happen. And I want to believe that it was a one-time thing, a momentary lapse in judgment," Mark said, his voice filled with uncertainty.
Sarah felt herself bristle at his words, but she forced herself to remain calm and composed. "It was, Mark. I know that what I did was wrong, and I would never do anything like that again. I love you too much," she said earnestly.
Mark nodded slowly, taking in her words. "I love you too, Sarah.
And I want to believe that this was just a mistake," Mark said quietly, his hazel eyes filled with hurt.
Sarah took a deep breath, feeling the weight of her confession bearing down on her. "It was. I never meant for things to go that far, but they did. I'm so sorry, Mark. I never wanted to hurt you."
Mark looked down at his hands, clenching and unclenching them nervously. "Can you tell me what happened? What happened after you found his cock in your mouth?” Mark asked quietly, unable to tear his gaze away from the incriminating images on the coffee table.
Sarah took a deep breath, recalling that fateful day in her mind.
"It was all so fast, Mark. After he convinced me to go further with the photos, it all just escalated from there. He started touching me, and I didn't stop him. I was so caught up in the moment, I couldn't think straight."
Mark nodded, trying to process the information. "So why didn't you stop him? Why didn't you call out for help?"
Sarah looked down at her hands, shame washing over her. I was just so...stupid.
I couldn't think straight. I couldn't believe what was happening. I was in too deep, and I couldn't find my way out." Sarah looked up at Mark with tears streaming down her face, pleading for his understanding.
Mark took a deep breath, trying to comprehend the depth of Sarah's betrayal and his own disappointment. "So what happened after that? Did you sleep with him?"
Sarah closed her eyes, trembling with guilt. "Yes, but first he put his mouth between my legs.” Sarah paused, feeling a rush of shame and guilt, before continuing softly. “I couldn’t believe what was happening. I wanted to push him away, but at the same time, I wanted it.” Sarah sighed heavily, wiping away the tears that had started to fall again. “It all happened so fast, Mark. It was just one moment of weakness, I swear.”
Mark nodded silently, still struggling to fully process the situation. Sarah watched him in silence, her guilt and shame growing stronger with each passing moment.
Mark arranged the photos in sequential order, staring at them
for what felt like an eternity. He couldn't believe what he was seeing, the woman he loved naked in bed with another man, engaged in explicit sexual acts.
He was hurt, but at the same time he couldn’t stop staring at the photos, there was something erotic about them as well .
Mark continued looking through the photos, his eyes scanning over every inch of Sarah's body as she let the other man touch her.
She seemed to be enjoying it, her face flushed with pleasure, her eyes heavy with desire.
Mark felt a pang in his chest as he realized that this was something he hadn't seen in a long time, his wife lost in the throes of passion.
He looked up at Sarah, who was watching him nervously, tears streaming down her face.
"Did you enjoy it?" he asked, his voice barely above a whisper.
Sarah felt her heart race as she tried to find the right words.
"Yes," she admitted, her voice trembling. "I did enjoy it. I enjoyed the way he touched me, the way he made me feel. But it was a mistake, Mark.
I shouldn't have let it happen."
Mark nodded, still staring at the photos. "I understand," he said, although he didn't really.
How could he?
Sarah asked herself, feeling tears brimming in her eyes. How could he stand there and ask her such a question, with those photos spread out in front of him like cold, hard evidence of her infidelity. It had been a mistake, one moment of weakness, one regrettable slip-up, but she couldn’t deny how her body had reacted to Jack's touch.
Sarah could still remember the way he had traced his fingers over her nipples, the way he had parted her legs and pressed his thumb against her clit. It had felt so good, so wrong, and yet so irresistible.
She looked into Mark's eyes and saw him processing the information. She saw the hurt, the disappointment, and the confusion. She knew that she couldn’t just leave it at that, she needed to be honest with him about every little detail, no matter how much it pained her to admit.
She took a deep breath and continued. "I came," Sarah admitted, feeling a wave of shame wash over her. "I couldn't help it, Mark.
He was so good at what he was doing, and I was already so worked up from the photos. I didn’t mean to, it just happened.”
Mark swallowed hard, trying to process what he had just heard. Sarah had cheated on him, and she had enjoyed it.
Mark couldn't shake the image of her sprawled, vulnerable on the bed, her eyes smoking as Jack's hand moved over her body. He couldn't get rid of the sight of her arching her back as she wrapped her legs around his waist, her nails digging into his shoulders as she climaxed. The details, the sounds, they were all stuck in his head, like a constant reminder of her betrayal.
Sarah, on the other hand, was trying to rationalize the whole thing to herself.
She told herself that it wasn't her fault, Jack had led her on, and she had just lost herself in the moment. But deep down, she knew that she was lying to herself. She had cheated on her husband, and there was no getting around that.
Mark, still staring at the photos, finally broke the silence. "So you let him fuck you." It wasn't a question, it was a statement, but Sarah answered him anyway. "Yes," she whispered. "I'm sorry."
Mark stared at the photos of her fucking him, and found himself playing it out in his head. He found himself a bit turned on despite her betrayal . This fact scared him and disgusted him, but he couldn't shake the feelings that surged through his body. He felt himself getting hard as he replayed the acts in his head, the way Jack's body had moved over Sarah's, the way he had spread her legs and thrust himself inside her.
Mark shook his head, trying to dislodge the thoughts that were swirling through his brain. "Why are you telling me this?" he asked, his voice hoarse.
"Because I want to be honest with you, Mark," Sarah replied, her eyes filling with tears once again. "I don't want there to be any secrets between us.
I want us to be honest with each other and work through this together," Sarah explained, her voice trembling as she spoke.
Mark nodded, absorbing her words. "Okay," he said finally.
"I need to hear everything, Sarah. I need to know exactly what happened."
Sarah took a deep breath, swallowing her nerves. "Okay," she said, her voice barely above a whisper. "I want to tell you everything, Mark. I want to be completely honest with you."
Mark looked at her, his hazel eyes filled with uncertainty. "I'm listening," he said, his voice soft.
Sarah decided to start from the beginning, to fill in all the gaps, no matter how disturbing or embarrassing they might be. "That afternoon, after I got home from the photoshoot, I couldn't stop thinking about what had happened.
I kept replaying the events of the day over in my head, and I just couldn't believe that I had let myself go like that."
"I wanted to talk to you about it, but I didn't know how to bring it up," Sarah continued. "I was afraid of how you would react, and I didn't want to hurt you. “
“Then the pictures arrived, I didn’t know he was taking pictures while we fucked. And I knew I couldn’t put off telling you any longer.” Sarah took a deep breath, gathering her thoughts as she prepared herself to share the sordid details.
“I looked through the pictures of us from that day, and I couldn’t deny how hot they were. Seeing myself sprawled across the bed, naked and vulnerable, with Jack’s hands all over my body, sent a thrill through me. I tried to ignore the guilt that was welling up inside of me as I felt my nipples tighten and my pussy grow slick.
I couldn't help but feel a strange sense of excitement as I relived the memories of Jack touching and caressing my body.
I know it was wrong but he made me feel so alive , so vibrant and desired.
I couldn't help but touch myself as I looked at the photos, my fingers tracing over the curves and contours of my body in the images.” Sarah whispered, her voice filled with a mix of shame and arousal. Mark listened in silence, his cock growing even harder as he imagined his wife touching herself, her fingers slipping between her slick folds, her clit swelling beneath her fingers.
"Fuck, Sarah," Mark muttered under his breath, feeling a surge of desire flood through him as he imagined her body writhing on the bed, pleasure trembling through her limbs as she brought herself to bliss.
Sarah looked up at him, her blue eyes wide and full of longing. "I couldn't help it, Mark," she husked, her voice aching with desire.
"I couldn't stop touching myself as I looked at those photos, remembering how good it felt to have Jack inside me, filling me up and taking me to heights of pleasure I hadn't experienced in so long. I couldn't help but imagine it was you, your cock filling me up, your hands on my body."
Mark groaned at her words, his own desire spiking as he imagined his wife lying in bed, writhing with pleasure at the thought of him. He couldn't deny the tightness in his balls, the slow ache that was growing stronger by the second.
He had never been one for cheating or straying from his marriage, but something about the way Sarah was talking to him now, admitting her infidelity with such blatant honesty, was turning him on.
"Please, Mark," she whispered, her hand reaching out to touch his clothed knee. "Forgive me” Mark hesitated for a moment, his gaze drifting to the photographs that lay strewn across the table, her body splayed open, exposed, and vulnerable. “Which of these pictures is your favorite?” He suddenly asked,
The question caught her off guard . She hesitated, eying the photos.
Finally, her gaze landed on the picture of her writhing on the bed, her hands fisted in the sheets, her body arched in an exquisite display of pleasure.
“This one,” she replied, her voice husky. She couldn’t help but feel a thrill of excitement as she revealed her choice.
He looked at the picture and then back at her. His gaze was intense, lingering on her body before moving up to her face. “I can see why.” He said, a hint of mischief in his eyes.
Mark reached forward and took the photo, his fingers brushing against hers. Sarah felt a jolt of electrical energy as their skin made contact, and for a moment, she wondered if he was thinking the same thing she was. But she quickly pushed the thought aside, knowing that they needed to focus on their conversation right now.
"I understand why you picked that one," he said softly, almost to himself. "It's a beautiful photo, Sarah," he added, looking up at her with a mixture of admiration and desire.
"There's something about it that's just...so erotic."
Sarah felt her heart flutter as she heard the words come out of Mark's mouth. It was the first time since she had confessed her affair to him that he had expressed any kind of sexual attraction to her. She knew that things would never be the same between them, but hearing him say those words made her feel a glimmer of hope.
"I'm glad you like it," she replied, looking down at her lap and biting her lip.
She could feel her heart racing as her mind began to fill with images from the racy photo. She couldn't help but recall the way Jack had touched her, the way his fingers had moved over her body, the way he had made her feel. It was a wave of hot, pulsing desire that hit her, and she felt her nipples harden beneath her shirt.
Mark noticed the slight shift in his wife's posture, the way she had bit her lip and looked away. He felt his cock grow even harder in his pants as he realized what it could mean. Was she thinking about Jack?
Mark wondered to himself. He couldn't help but feel a pang of jealousy, knowing that another man had touched her in ways that he hadn't in a long time. But at the same time, he felt a surge of desire that he hadn't felt in years.
He wanted her. Right here. Right now.
Mark stood up, his chair scraping against the hardwood floor. Sarah looked up at him, her eyes wide with surprise. He could see the confusion and fear written across her face, but he didn't care.
All he had was a primal, overwhelming need to take her, to possess her, to make her his again.
With a growl, Mark stepped towards her, pinning her against the wall. Sarah gasped, her heart racing as he pressed himself against her, his hard cock pressing firmly against her belly. She could smell his musk, his skin electric against hers.
"Mark, what are you...?" Sarah stammered, her voice barely audible.
But he silenced her with a kiss, rough and demanding, his tongue invading her mouth with a hungry hunger.
Sarah's breath hitched as he grabbed her ass, pulling her intro him as he ground his hard cock against her.
Mark's hand found its way under her shirt, grazing her swollen nipples through the sheer fabric of her bra. Sarah couldn't help but moan at the contact, her body on fire with desire. She could feel herself becoming wetter by the second as her mind raced with the images from the boudoir photos.
Mark broke the kiss, his voice a low growl as he whispered in her ear, "You are wet thinking about how he fucked you aren’t you ?"
Sarah nodded, unable to find her voice "Yes," she whispered.
Mark's fingers slipped inside her panties, finding her slick folds. Sarah moaned as he began to explore her, sliding his fingers in and out of her entrance as he continued to whisper filthy words into her ear.
He asked her if she had moaned like that for Jack, if he had made her feel as good as he was making her feel right now. Sarah squirmed in his hold, feeling guilty and turned on at the same time. She didn't want to admit to herself that she had enjoyed what Jack had done to her, that she had thought about it since it happened. But Mark's fingers felt so good inside of her, it was impossible to deny the pleasure coursing through her veins.
"God, yes," she finally gasped, biting down on her lip.
Her body was now writhing against his hand as he finger-fucked her in sync with her rhythmic moans. "He had me so wet."
Mark couldn't help but groan as her words fell on his ears like music to his libido. He wanted to ravish her right there on the spot, to drive deep into her fuck hole and let out all the pent-up anger and frustration that had been building up for weeks.
"Dammit, Sarah," he growled, reaching into his pants and pulling out his throbbing member.
"Did he make you feel like this?"
Sarah could only moan in response, nodding in agreement. Mark didn't wait for her to say anything more, grabbing her hair and pulling her towards him. He thrust his cock into her mouth, and Sarah took it greedily, her moans vibrating around him as she swallowed him whole.
"Fuck, that's good," he groaned, his fingers gripping her hair as he started to thrust harder and faster.
Sarah could barely think, her mind clouded with pleasure as she moved her head back and forth. Mark's cock filled her mouth completely, the taste of his pre-cum coating her tongue. She moaned again, her hands gripping the length of him as she sucked him in deeper.
Mark's fingers tangled in her hair as he fucked her mouth, her saliva running down the sides of his cock and onto her breasts. Sarah eagerly swallowed every inch of him, her own arousal leaking down her thighs as she felt herself getting closer to the edge.
Mark pulled out with a pop, his cock slick and dripping with her saliva. He bent down, scooping her up in his arms and carrying her to the bed. Sarah wrapped her legs around his waist, arching her back as he threw her down on the sheets.
Mark's body moved over hers, an animalistic hunger in his eyes. Sarah's breath quickened as he cupped her breasts, squeezing them roughly through her bra.
Her nipples were straining against the lacy fabric, begging for a release that only Mark could give her.
His fingers traced the curves of her waist before settling on the band of her pants. He tugged them down her legs, leaving her in just her bra and lace panties.
He lifted her legs over his shoulders and teased her opening with the tip of his shaft, grinding against her.
"Oh, God," Sarah whimpered, spreading her legs wider.
Mark groaned, sliding into her wetness with a swift stroke. Sarah's body jolted, her hands clasping his biceps as she arched her back, moaning at the feel of him inside her.
Mark pounded into her, each thrust taking her higher and higher until she was writhing underneath him.
Sarah was moaning and panting, her nails scoring lines down his back as he drove deeper and harder. He increased his pace, fucking her with a wild desperation.
"I'm gonna come," he grunted, driving into her until she felt his cock pulse inside her.
Sarah moaned in a mixture of pleasure and relief. She hadn't realized how turned on she was until he started touching her, kissing her, and driving into her. It all just happened so suddenly, she thought, still reeling from the waves of pleasure coursing through her body.
She had never felt anything like it, not even during their wedding night. It was as though Mark had somehow reached a part of her she never knew existed, and she found herself eagerly wanting more.
Driven by an insatiable lust, Mark didn't pause, instead he continued to thrust, his groans growing louder and more desperate. Sarah felt herself reaching the edge, her orgasm looming just ahead. Suddenly, Mark let out a hoarse cry, and Sarah knew he was going over the edge too. He collapsed on top of her, both their breathing labored and ragged.
Sarah could feel the warmth of his body radiating onto hers as they lay there in silence for a few moments. She wrapped her arms and legs around him, feeling a sense of closeness and intimacy that they hadn't shared in a long time.
As their breathing slowed, Mark lifted his head and looked at Sarah with a mixture of desire and fondness in his eyes. "I'm sorry," he whispered, his voice roughened from their intense lovemaking session. "I didn't mean to be so rough."
Sarah smiled softly and shook her head.
"No, I loved every minute of it." She whispered, feeling more connected to him in that moment than she had in a long time.
Mark smiled back, his fingers tracing patterns across her back, leaving a trail of goosebumps in their wake. "Good," he said, his voice barely above a whisper.
He rolled off her and lay on his back, pulling Sarah close, her head resting on his chest. They both lay there in silence for a few moments, their breathing slowly returning to normal.
Sarah could feel Mark's heart beating steady under her cheek, his hand gently stroking her hair. She savored the moment of intimacy and connection, knowing that things would never be the same between them.
But for now, they were two people who loved each other, sharing a moment of passion and forgiveness.
Eventually, Sarah lifted her head and looked at Mark, her blue eyes shining with emotion. "I love you," she whispered.
Mark's hazel eyes softened, and he pulled her closer to him. "I love you too," he whispered back.
Sarah could feel the tension between them easing, replaced by a newfound understanding. She knew that what had happened couldn't be undone, but she also knew that they were going to be okay.
Slowly, they got up from the bed, still wrapped up in each other's arms. Sarah couldn't help but feel a twinge of excitement as she felt Mark's cock twitching against her stomach. The thought of having more sex with him made her body tingle with anticipation.
"Again?" Mark asked, his voice low and husky.
Sarah could only nod, her body trembling with a desire that she had kept buried for so long. She wanted him to take her, to make love to her in all the ways Jack had and more.
She wanted him to fuck her hard, to show her that he was just as much a man as Jack had been.
"Fuck me," she whispered, her voice dripping with desire. Mark growled, his eyes darkening with lust. He didn't need any further prompting. He pushed her down onto the bed, his body pressing hers into the soft mattress. Sarah's breath caught in her throat as she felt the weight of him on top of her, his cock hard and ready.
Mark didn't waste any time.
He spread Sarah's legs open and positioned himself between them. She could feel the heat radiating from his cock as it brushed against her folds, and she whimpered with delight. Mark teased her for a moment, letting his cock dance along the outside of her pussy as she squirmed beneath him.
Finally, he couldn't resist any longer. With one powerful thrust, he buried himself deep inside of her. Sarah screamed out, the pleasure mingling with the pain as he filled her up completely.
Mark didn't ease up.
He began thrusting wildly, each movement sending a wave of pleasure crashing over Sarah. She wrapped her legs around him, her heels digging into the small of his back, urging him deeper.
Mark groaned, his body tense with desire, he grabbed a handful of Sarah's hair, pulling her head back, exposing her neck. His teeth grazed her skin, leaving a trail of kisses and bites down her throat. Sarah moaned with each bruising kiss, her pulse quickening as she felt herself nearing the edge once again.
Mark paused for a moment, drawing back to look at her with a smoldering gaze that made her shiver. "Did he fuck you like this?" he asked, his voice dripping with lust and desire.
Sarah looked at him and hesitated. She knew she needed to tell him the truth, but the words caught in her throat. Finally, she whispered, "Yes."
Mark's face darkened, and his thrusts grew more intense, harder. He pounded into her with a primal need that made Sarah gasp with pleasure and pain.
"Did he make you feel this good?" he demanded, his voice hoarse. "Did he make you scream like this?"
Sarah couldn't speak.
She was too lost in the moment, the raw electricity coursing through her entire body, igniting a fire within her soul. Her moans grew louder, more desperate as Mark's rhythmic thrusts propelled deeper and faster.
Mark's fingers wrapped themselves tightly around her hips, pulling her into him with a primal fervor that sent shivers down Sarah's spine. She found herself locked in a dance of pleasure and pain, her body twisting and writhing under the onslaught of his expert manipulation.
He wasn't gentle now, and she had never wanted anything more than to be treated this way.
"Fuck me, damn it," she whimpered, her nails digging into Mark's back as he pushed deeper, grinding his pelvis against her clasped pussy lips. "Take me, Mark. Take me now."
"Just like Jack?" he growled, his breath coming out in short, ragged bursts as he plunged into her heated channel. "You are my little slut.
My naughty girl, aren't you?" Mark whispered gruffly as he continued to thrust into her.
His words sent a jolt of pleasure through Sarah, and she nodded eagerly. "Yes, Mark! I'm your slut. Your naughty little whore."
Mark's grip on her hips tightened, his fingers digging into her flesh as he drove himself deeper inside her. "Fuck, Sarah," he groaned.
"You're so fucking wet for me."
Sarah moaned, feeling her pussy clenching around his cock. She was losing herself in the moment, unable to think of anything but the pleasure building inside her. She rocked her hips back and forth, grinding against him.
"Would you do another photoshoot in the future?" he asked viciously thrusting into her hips .
Sarah gasped at the unexpected question, but then moaned in pleasure as Mark continued to piston in and out of her body, the sound of his hips slapping against hers echoing around the room.
She looked into his eyes and didn't see anger, just lust. "Fuck, yes. I'd do it again in a heartbeat," she panted, reaching to grab onto Mark's hard, toned ass and urging him to go deeper.
Mark groaned at her words, increasing his pace as he powered into her body, the sound of their wet flesh slapping together filling the room.
"Goddamn, I knew you were a dirty girl," he growled, his hands grasping her hips as he fucked her with a savage intensity.
Sarah gasped as Mark's dirty talk sent a surge of pleasure through her, her pussy clenching around him as he drove deeper and harder. The sound of their flesh slapping together was like a symphony to her ears, a filthy, primal melody that stirred her soul.
"Yes!" she cried out in ecstasy, matching his rhythm as she rode him. "I'm a dirty girl, Mark! Your dirty little slut! Do you want me to fuck Jack again? Is that what you're saying?" Sarah asked surprised, her voice breathy with lust as she matched his rhythm.
"You want me to do that?" Sarah whispered, her eyes wide and her breath ragged. She could feel Mark's cock, slick with her moisture and pre-cum, pressed against her lips, begging for release.
"Yes," Mark growled, his fingers kneading Sarah's ass, pulling her even closer. "I want you to do it again. I want you to do all sorts of slutty things.
I want you to show me how much you loved having Jack's big cock inside you, filling you up with his hot, sticky cum," Mark groaned, his voice hoarse with pleasure.
Sarah's breath caught in her throat at his words. She was dripping wet, her pussy clenching around nothing as she imagined what it would be like to have Jack inside her again, filling her to the brim with his warm, thick load.
"Fuck," she whimpered, grinding her hips against Mark's lap as a wave of pleasure washed over her.
"He's not the only one I could see you fucking. "Mark admitted , his voice drenched in lust.
Sarah whimpered at the bluntness of his words, her heart rate spiking as a thousand different scenarios raced through her mind. "You...you want more men to fuck me?
You want to see me be a slut for all of them?" Sarah asked in a breathy whimper, her mind racing with the possibilities.
"Yes," Mark groaned, grabbing a handful of Sarah's hair and pulling her head back so he could look her in the eyes. "I want them all to see you like that. I want them to see how much of a slut you are for cock, for their cocks.
I want them to see that there's nothing you won't do for their cocks, for their cum."
Sarah gasped, the thought of all those men looking at her with lust in their eyes, imagining filling her pussy with their hot, thick loads, sent a shockwave of pleasure rushing over her body.
She'd never been so turned on in her entire life.
Mark's rough treatment of her in the bedroom was quickly becoming one of Sarah's favorite things, and she found herself eagerly anticipating their intimate moments.
The way he took control, demanded her body, and called her filthy names was a far cry from their mundane married life, but it was exactly what she needed.
"Who do you want to see fuck me?" Sarah asked Mark as he continued to drive into her, each thrust deeper than the last.
She was dripping wet, her pussy clenching around him as she gasped for air. "Do you have anyone specific in mind?
Maybe one of your business associates, a hot coworker, or perhaps the mailman?" Sarah provocatively asked, biting her lower lip as she imagined the different scenarios that could play out.
Mark's eyes darkened, and Sarah could see him contemplating her question for a moment before responding.
" I've been thinking about my business associate, Jake. He's a handsome man, well-built, and always oozing confidence. And I know he'd love to see you as dirty as I see you," Mark admitted, his voice low and gravelly as he continued to thrust into her.
Sarah felt her pussy clench at the thought of Jake taking her, his big cock pounding into her as Mark watched.
Mark grinned and continued, "But the mailman is a hot idea too...as is the plumber, your doctor, or that dude from the gym. Maybe a stranger on the street... any man who crosses your path. And I want you to give it to them, all of it. I want them to see your sweet pussy, your perfect tits, and that beautiful body of yours. I want them to grab you, to pull you into their strong arms and fuck you raw," Mark added, his voice getting rougher with every word.
Sarah closed her eyes, her body trembling as she felt his rough hands exploring her body, his fingers caressing her sensitive spots with expertise.
She could hear her own moans mixing with his dirty words, and it only added fire to the already inferno raging inside of her.
"Should I have them cum in me, Mark?" Sarah asked, her voice trembling as she struggled to find the words. She had never imagined herself in this scenario, but now that she was here, she realized how much she enjoyed the thrill of the taboo. Her cunt spasmed on his cock as he continued to fuck her hard, the thought of several men taking her in front of her husband making her pussy even wetter.
"Do you want that, Sarah? Do you want to be filled by another man's cock while I watch?" he asked, his voice raw with need.
"Yes, Mark. I want to be your dirty little slut," Sarah admitted, feeling herself getting even more turned on by the dirty talk.
"Say it again," he ordered, his breath hot on her neck.
"I'm your dirty little slut," Sarah said, emphasizing each word.
"I want to do all the dirty things you're telling me to."
Mark's eyes widened, and a grin spread across his face. "That's what I like to hear."
He continued to pump into her. His grip on her hips tightened, and his wrist twisted steadily as he thrust in and out, giving her a deep, throbbing sensation that started at the back of her pussy and traveled upwards.
Sarah's moans grew louder. "God, Mark. Harder.
She urged him on, her moans echoing through the room. He complied, driving himself deeper into her wetness, and she threw her head back, screaming his name. God, yes, right there! Don't stop!"
Mark groaned, losing himself in the pleasure of their bodies coming together. His thrusts became erratic, and he could feel Sarah's pussy clenching around him, ready to come apart.
"You're so fucking tight," Mark grunted as he felt Sarah's walls tensing up against his shaft.
"You can't hold it in any longer, can you?"
"No, I can't," Sarah panted, lifting up her hips to meet Mark's every thrust. "Don't stop!"
Mark continued pounding into her relentlessly, the sound of their flesh slapping against each other filling the room. "You like that, don't you? You like it when I fuck you like this? While telling you that other men are going to fill your fertile married pussy."
Sarah could hardly form words at this point.
She was so overwhelmed by the sheer power of pleasure coursing through her body that all she could do was let out low, guttural moans in response to Mark's blunt declaration. His dirty talk excited her beyond measure, and she could feel the crescendo of pleasure building inside her belly, swirling around and ready to burst forth in ecstatic release.
"Yes," she finally managed to say, her voice barely above a whisper.

"I love it. I want them to fill me up, to use me like a dirty little slut. I want you to watch, to see me completely break apart under their touch. I want to be utterly filthy for you, Mark."
Mark's cock throbbed inside her at her words, his eyes alight with desire. He had never seen his wife like this before, and the sight of her desperate and dripping wet for him pushed him over the edge.
With a primal roar, Mark gripped the sheets, slamming into Sarah one last time as he came hard inside of her.
His hot seed spilled deep into her waiting core, filling her up as he pulsed and throbbed, emptying himself into her receptive warmth.
Sarah moaned, arching her back as she felt him fill her up with his potent seed. It was a familiar feeling, one that she had missed for too long now. She moved against him, milking his cock for every last droplet of cum that he had to give her.
When he finally pulled out of her, she could feel the evidence of their lovemaking seeping out of her pussy, running down her thighs, marking her as his.
"Holy fuck," Mark said, collapsing next to her on the bed, spent and satiated. "That was incredible."
Sarah was still basking in the afterglow, reveling in the feeling of his hands on her body and his cock deep inside of her.
She looked over at him, their eyes meeting and she saw him watching her.
"Fuck, I love you," he murmured, wiping the sweat from his brow.
She smiled softly and replied, "I love you too".
They lay there, cuddled together, their breathing returning to normal. Mark's fingers played absently with Sarah's hair, twirling it around his fingers.
They both new there marriage had changed and they looked forward to seeing where it led them.