NIKOLAI
The bed was a mess because I couldn't stop f**king my wife, Zoe.
I leaned over her, my hands running over her naked body with a hunger bordering on obsession. Every curve, every valley of her figure was a map I wanted to etch into my memory, not with tenderness, but with the mark of a possessive claiming what was mine. Her eyes looked at me with a mix of trust and vulnerability that ignited me inside, but there was also something else: a playful, provocative glint, as if she were playing a role just for me, a private dance where she was the temptress and I the predator.
"You're acting like a real wh**e with your husband," I growled, my voice low and husky as I positioned myself between her legs, my hard c**k for the fifth time pressing against the entrance of her wet p**sy from
