Revenge on My Husband

CHAPTER TWO

I still couldn't wrap my head around the fact that David had betrayed me with his assistant. Deep down, I had sensed something was off between them, but I foolishly dismissed it, trusting my husband completely. "I can't believe I trusted him," I muttered to myself, my mind racing to make sense of where it all went wrong.

Lost in my thoughts, I remained at the bar, drowning my sorrows in an endless cycle of drinks. As the night wore on, a tall and strikingly handsome man entered the bar, catching my attention. With a chiseled jawline, a pointed nose, and a well-tailored suit that accentuated his lean, muscular physique, he exuded an air of confidence and allure.

Summoning the bartender once again, I requested another drink, the alcohol clouding my judgment. I paid the bartender and clumsily rose from my seat, only to stumble and fall. Disoriented and unable to maintain my balance, the handsome stranger came to my rescue. "Let me help you," he offered, his voice deep and seductive.

Accepting his assistance, I found myself standing with his support, the room spinning around me. He inquired about my destination, offering to call a cab or provide transportation himself. "I don't want to go home. Take me to a nearby hotel," I slurred, my words laced with a mix of defiance and desperation.

"If that's what you want," he replied, and I found myself being led into his car. The drive to the hotel was a hazy blur, my consciousness fading in and out as I succumbed to the effects of the alcohol. With his assistance, he booked a room for me and guided me inside.

Entering the hotel room, he gently laid me on the bed, prepared to depart. But in my intoxicated state, I clung to his suit, pleading for him to stay. "Please, don't leave. Stay with me," I implored, my inhibitions blurred by the alcohol-induced haze.

"Why should I stay?" he questioned, a note of caution in his voice. "We don't even know each other."

"Stay," I repeated, my grip on his jacket tightening. Ignoring his reservations, I pulled him onto the bed, our bodies now intimately close. The air crackled with an uncontrollable spark, an undeniable magnetic connection between us. Succumbing to the desire that enveloped us, he closed the distance between us and pressed his lips against mine. Our kisses grew passionate, fueled by a mix of anger, longing, and a thirst for revenge.

With fervor, he began to undress me, skillfully unbuttoning my shirt and releasing the clasp of my bra. Piece by piece, our inhibitions fell away as he removed my palazzo trousers and underwear. I reciprocated, assisting him in shedding his own clothes. The room became a symphony of passion as we continued our fervent exploration of each other's bodies.

In the sultry tones of his voice, I found a melody of seduction that intoxicated my senses. I had never imagined myself being with another man, especially in this context. Yet, as the throes of pleasure consumed us, I couldn't deny the intensity of the experience. It was different from anything I had ever felt, eclipsing even the love I had shared with Daniel.

In that moment, as our bodies merged and desires intertwined, I couldn't help but revel in the bittersweet satisfaction that accompanied my revenge on David. Little did I know that this encounter would be the catalyst for a journey of self-discovery, passion, and the unraveling of the complexities within my own heart. Damn! His kisses are intoxicating, sending waves of pleasure coursing through my body. The way his tongue moves, teasing and exploring, the way he nibbles on my lip and gently bites it, it's pure ecstasy. With each kiss, my mind becomes clouded, consumed by the overwhelming sensations. This is unlike anything I ever experienced with Daniel. This man has awakened a dormant desire within me, igniting a fire that had long been extinguished.

But right now, I refuse to let thoughts of my husband dampen this moment. This is my revenge, my escape from the pain and betrayal. I won't allow the memories of David to taint this exhilarating encounter. This will be my first and last one-night stand, a fleeting moment of passion to reclaim my own desires.

"Climb on me," he commands between kisses, his hands eagerly exploring my body. I moan as his strong hands travel from my back down to my buttocks, squeezing them firmly. He lifts me effortlessly, and our lips never break contact. Every touch, every kiss, electrifies my senses, heightening my arousal beyond measure.

With my legs wrapped around him, I can feel his rock-hard adulthood pressing against my wetness, sending shivers of anticipation through my body. I can't help but moan in response, craving more of his touch.

"Ohh," I moaned as his lips trailed down my neck, nibbling on my sensitive skin. My body quivers, nearing the edge of pleasure. His attention then shifts to my earlobe, gently licking and nibbling on it, intensifying the electric current pulsing through me. I'm on the brink of ecstasy.

He pulls back, his gaze fixed on me. I lay on the bed, my legs spread wide, feeling vulnerable yet liberated, as if I'm revealing a part of myself I've never shown to anyone but my husband. A mix of anticipation and excitement fills the air as he reaches for one of my n*****s, pinching and teasing it with just the right amount of force. The ache for pleasure becomes almost unbearable, and I let out a moan, unable to contain my desire.

He chuckles at my reaction, a mischievous glint in his eyes. Leaning down to give me a quick kiss, he then moves his mouth to my ear, his voice dripping with anticipation. "Now, it's time for you to please me," he whispers, igniting a new wave of excitement and curiosity within me.

I hesitated for a moment, contemplating whether I should stop this encounter. But then, a vivid image of Daniel engaged in a passionate act with his assistant flashed into my mind. The pain and anger surged within me, and I refused to let those thoughts ruin this night. This was my time to embrace pleasure and indulge in an experience like never before. "If I had a husband like you, I would ravish you endlessly without ever getting tired," he whispered, his words sending shivers down my spine.

My jaw dropped at his comment. Did he know I was married? Did I accidentally reveal that information? These questions raced through my mind, but his intense gaze spoke volumes. It was clear that he intended to fulfill his words and take me to new heights of pleasure. He reached for my hand and guided it towards his hardened adulthood. "You've made me so hard, woman," he confessed, his desire evident.

The heat radiating from him was palpable, and I couldn't resist the urge to explore further. I wanted to touch him, to feel the hardness in my hand. With a mix of excitement and curiosity, my hand moved up and down, gripping his throbbing member. It was larger and thicker than my husband's, and the realization intensified the sensations coursing through me. A low groan escaped his lips as I tightened my grip, sending waves of pleasure through both of us.

"Oh, damn. That feels incredible," he moaned, and I looked up at him through my lashes. His handsome face mirrored his excitement, and I couldn't help but feel an equal measure of pleasure building within me. "Put me in your mouth," he commanded, his voice filled with anticipation.

I complied eagerly, tracing my tongue along the length of his shaft, playfully teasing the sensitive tip. Each movement intensified my arousal, making me more enticed and thrilled by the experience. The taste, the sensation—everything was pure ecstasy. He groaned and gently guided my head, overcome by pleasure.

"f**k," he uttered, his voice filled with urgency. In an instant, he pushed me down onto the bed, his movements so swift that I barely had time to react. He spread his legs wide and positioned himself at my entrance. I could feel the tip of his adulthood pressing against me, and I held onto the sheets tightly, preparing myself for the pleasure and pain that lay ahead.

Slowly, he pushed himself inside me, and I winced as the head alone stretched my flesh. It hurt, but beneath the pain, an incredible pleasure pulsed through me. He was indeed well-endowed, filling me in ways I had never experienced before. I closed my eyes tightly, my moans of pleasure and desire escaping my lips. He was fully inside me now, and he paused, capturing my lips in a hungry, passionate kiss.

I could feel his presence, his size, and it was an entirely new sensation. This level of pleasure was something I had never received from Daniel. The fact that I was enjoying this with a man who was not my husband only heightened the intensity. It was pure, unadulterated pleasure.

He began to pull out slowly, and I cried out as my flesh eagerly followed the rhythm of his movements. I was on the verge of a climax. The size of his adulthood hit my sweet spot with precision, sending me into a whirlwind of ecstasy. "Ahhh!" I moaned as his hips quickened their pace. Intense convulsions coursed through my body with each deep, agonizing thrust.

His hand roughly grabbed my breast, adding another layer of pleasure that made me bite my lip in delight. As he continued to move faster and deeper, a mind-blowing orgasm surged through me , causing me to convulse uncontrollably. "Ahh!" I moaned, lost in the overwhelming sensations that consumed me.

He maintained his relentless rhythm, his thrusts becoming even faster and deeper. Another wave of pleasure crashed over me, intensifying the sensations coursing through my body. The exquisite combination of his movements and his touch on my breast brought me to the brink once again.

With a final surge of ecstasy, I reached my climax, my body trembling in ecstasy. The man above me collapsed onto the bed, both of us gasping for air as our breaths mingled in the room. The aftermath of our passionate encounter left us breathless and sated.

As we lay there, our bodies entwined, I couldn't help but feel a mix of emotions. I had sought revenge, a temporary escape from the pain of betrayal, and I had found it in the arms of a stranger. The pleasure I had experienced was unlike anything I had ever known, awakening desires I had kept buried deep within me.