My Billionaire Husband Caught Me In Bed With Another Man

I had never felt scared or hesitant ever since my affair with Vince, but lately my husband, Kyle was beginning to get up all in my business. I knew I had to stop or else he'd kill him. I had sent a text to Vince earlier that afternoon breaking things off but clearly he hadn't gotten the memo. 2100 There was a knock at the door, I wasn't expecting anyone. Kyle had left for his business trip about an hour ago. I walked to the door and opener it, I didn't bother looking through peephole. "Hey Amara, a text really?" It was Vince, of course it was. "What are you doing here?" I asked him. "I didn't think I deserved to be broken up with through a text, so I came for an explanation. Let me in" He demanded. I contemplated letting him in, I was alone and could use the company and so I did. Even though I knew it was a bad idea. I don't know what came over me the moment I closed the door. I had on my night gown, with nothing under. I liked it that way. I walked up to Vince and pulled him towards me. "You shouldn't be here." I whispered to him, my breath so heavy against his neck I could feel his d**k pulsing. Everything about him was so irresistible or maybe it was the fact that Kyle never had time for me. All he did was work. I hated asking for s*x and I couldn't play with the toys anymore. That's when I'd met Vince. "Do you want me to leave?" He asked me as he loosened the belt on my gown. I didn't pull back. He took my gown off and started kissing my neck. I guided his hands to my t**s and he cupped them. He took his fingers and started drawing circles on my n*****s. "Oh, Vince... yeeees." I whispered, signaling him not to stop. The next moment he was on his knees, in between my legs, the warmth of his tongue on my c******s felt like heaven. He slurped his way down there like he was drinking his favorite slushy. I couldn't take it anymore. "Vince, f**k me like it's my last day on this earth." I think somehow he knew he was the only man who touched me like he did. Nothing compared to Kyle. My legs were already shaking when we got to the bed. I wanted him so bad I just opened wide. I watched him as he removed his clothes one by one, he was taking his time. Of course he was. Then Vince mounted me and I used my hand to slip him inside me. Once he was deep inside, he began a slow rotation of his hips. As he moved, the edges of the white Egyptian sheets caressed my naked stomach and thighs. With both of my legs spread out around him. His d**k felt slippery inside my warm v****a. I tried to envelop him, to draw him in, and at the same time to press him out. His erection grew larger and harder. I felt like I was about to burst wide open. It was the strangest sensation, something that went beyond simple s****l pleasure. It felt as if something inside me, something special inside me, was slowly working it's way through my organs into me. "I told you I'm going to f**k you, do what I say." He whispered looking straight into my eyes. I couldn’t get enough of him. I was tired and sore but I didn’t care. I didn’t want to sleep. I wanted the ache. I wanted him in me, all the time. His weight on top of me. I wanted to squeeze him in further and further. I wanted to watch his face. I wanted his sweat to drop onto me. I wanted to drop mine on him. I got on top of him. But before I could show him how bad I wanted to ride him. I heard a familiar voice call out my name. "Amara, what the actual f**k?" Kyle yelled standing at the bedroom door. "So this is what you do when I go out of town, you little b***h!" I got up quickly and wrapped a sheet around myself. The only words that came out of my mouth were, "Kyle, you're home!" Honestly, what was I saying.