Almost caught.

The next morning, Selina lay in bed, her skin still tingling from the night’s escapades. The warmth of the gardener’s hands, the hard press of Alan’s body—everything replayed in her mind like a forbidden dream she couldn’t escape.

The vacant spot beside her bed lay cold once again, announcing the absence of her husband. Nathan than the usual bitterness that filled her up each time, she found herself blushing. She no longer needed his presence when she had two men who were at her service. 

She yawned and got up, tightening the rope around her body. She barely paused for a second before she darted out of her room and the house. Her legs propelled her in the direction of Karl’s small house at the back of the house. She met his door slightly ajar and helped herself in, closing the door firmly behind her. 

“Oh, Selina… yes, yes.” 

She heard Karl moaning. No, more like grunting her name out. She paused, thinking that he saw her. When she heard only his moaning, she walked in the direction the sound came from. 

And there he was, lying on the bed, his legs sprawled apart, his cock in his hand, jerking furiously at it. 

Selina's heart raced, a delicious mixture of shock and thrill coursing through her veins. The dim light of the small room filtered through the worn curtains, casting shadows that danced across the walls, but her attention was fully captured by the sight before her. Karl lay sprawled on his bed, a vision of unrestrained desire. His rugged features, usually marked by a quiet confidence, were twisted in pleasure, and his breath came in ragged gasps. 

For a moment, time suspended itself, the world outside fading into a distant hum. The air in the room was thick with tension, the kind that sent electrifying shivers down her spine. Selina felt an involuntary blush spread across her cheeks, the warmth radiating from her skin feeling almost foreign, but welcome. In that moment, all she could think about was the heat pooling in her core, begging to be unleashed.

“Selina…” Karl groaned again, his eyes squeezing shut as if he were trying to stave off the blissful release. The sound of her name tumbling from his lips ignited something primal within her, and she could hardly contain her curiosity. 

She stepped closer, her bare feet silent against the cool wooden floor. The scent of him—earthy, intoxicating—wrapped around her, pulling her into his fantasy. Each breath she took felt electric. Her hand moved gently to her breasts and she began to squeeze. A low moan escaped from her mouth just as the thought that she was married came. She quickly brushed the thought away. She wasn’t just a wife. 

She was also a woman with blood flowing in her. Her body craved affection. 

“You are riding me so hard!” Karl moaned, interrupting her thought. She ignored whatever guilt rose in her heart and decided to live in the moment. 

“Do you want me to stop?” She asked, her voice barely above a whisper, yet it resonated in the stillness of the room like a clarion call. 

Karl's eyes shot open, surprise quickly morphing into unabashed hunger. “No,” he breathed, his fingers stilling momentarily. “Please… don’t.” 

That one word sent a rush of adrenaline through her. With a daring smile, she crossed the threshold into his world, their shared intimacy igniting an unspoken understanding. Selina climbed onto the bed, the mattress dipping beneath her weight, and for a brief second, she reveled in the thrill of being desired.

“Let me help you,” she murmured, inching closer, her heart pounding a wild rhythm. She reached for his hand, guiding it away from himself, and with an intoxicating mix of boldness and trepidation, she replaced it with her own. 

The gasp that escaped his lips was music to her ears as she began to stroke him with a teasing slowness, each movement eliciting desperate whimpers from him. The power was intoxicating; it filled her veins, sent her senses spiraling. She could feel him harden under her touch, the heat radiating from him a stark reminder of her own need.

“Ma’am… you shouldn’t…” Karl managed, but the plea was weak, almost a mere whisper. His resolve was crumbling, and she could see the war waging within him—duty versus desire.

“Don’t think about what you should do,” she urged, her voice sultry, laced with the promise of pleasure. “Just feel.” 

His body responded to her words, instinct driving him closer to the edge. Selina leaned in, her lips brushing against his neck, kissing a path that sent shivers through him. With each touch, she peeled away the layers of guilt and hesitation that had cloaked him, revealing the raw man beneath, one who craved her just as fiercely as she craved him.

“God, Selina…” His breath hitched as she increased the rhythm of her hand, the tension in the room palpable. She was lost in the moment, surrendering to the electricity crackling between them. 

“I need to fuck you!” He moaned out, already pushing her rope out of the way. “Now!” He lifted himself up, slowly guarding his shaft into her. 

 The tip brushed against her entrance, sending electric currents rushing through her body.

Selina nodded her head, moving in tandem with him. Their movements were slow, steady and deep. She arched into the penetration, enjoying every centimeter, wanting every inch inside her so badly she didn’t know where to begin. 

“Yes!” she screamed as she felt his cock plunge inside her. She dug her nails into the mattress, holding him tight as they moved together.  His hand wrapped tightly around hers, his muscles bunching with every thrust.

It was all too much—the sensation, the pressure, the taste of his sweat on her mouth—and with each movement, she came undone. Her moans became incoherent cries, her body arching higher. Her orgasm crashed over her in waves, shaking her core, filling her with such overwhelming relief and joy it brought tears to her eyes. She held onto him, sobbing out her completion, and collapsed against him, their limbs entangled.

They remained tangled like that for long moments, their breathing slowing and their bodies growing warm with sweat. She rested her cheek on his chest, relishing the solidity of him beneath her, and tried desperately to catch her breath. 

“Why did you come?” He asked after a few seconds of regaining his breath. 

Selina smiled, leaning closer. “I… I couldn’t stay away.” Her voice was husky, a mixture of need and daring. “Not after yesterday happened.”

She pulled away from him and stretched her body. A yawn escaped from her throat as she stood up from the bed. 

“I have to go now.” She told him. 

Kayl got up from the bed and kissed the nape of her neck. He nodded at her, even as he gave her a smile. She kissed two of her fingers and placed them on his lips. His reverberating grunt satisfied her. She tightened her robe around her body. With one last nod, she walked out of the house. 

She whistled as she walked away from the small apartment to the house. Just as she rested her hand on the doorknob, someone cleared their throat behind her. She turned, startled by the sudden noise. 

It was her husband. 

“I saw you coming from the back of the house. What did you go there to do with just your robe on?” He asked, staring at her intently.