Fatal Affair

Chapter Ten

David's hand lingered at Emily's throat.

At that moment, with just a little force, he could have strangled Emily.

But for some reason, David suddenly hesitated.

His hand involuntarily slid down, through the ample bosom, wandering over the slightly fleshy but not excessive abdomen, all the way down.

His other hand lifted Emily's home clothes, tugged at her panties.

And the hand that had just instinctively wanted to kill was now kneading Emily's outer labia.

His middle and ring fingers came together, spreading the labia majora, pressing down on the c******s, and then playing with it frantically.

Emily was stunned, her quick arousal not yet rising, when David abruptly picked her up and threw her onto the sofa.

David, like an inexperienced virgin, urgent yet without finesse, yanked off Emily's panties, quickly removed his own pants, his hard c**k needing no assistance as it plunged into Emily's v****a.

"Oh, no, David, dear, I'm not wet yet."

Emily cried out. It was good that her husband could make love to her, something she longed for. But she was not prepared at all. The pleasure from her lower body was completely suppressed by pain, and the invasion of her brain was the sense of rape and humiliation. The moans were just a relief from the pain, but for David, they were encouraging gasps.

David thrust his hips, roughly slamming his c**k into Emily's v****a over and over again, his muscular physique hidden under his suit and leather shoes now fully displayed, his leg muscles crisscrossing, resembling a football player.

The sofa bore the impact of their thrusts, almost collapsing. But David could only suppress his intense urge to kill with the pleasure of lovemaking.

"I've hidden it well. She couldn't possibly have sensed my identity, that's why I didn't kill her!"

"Yes, that must be it, f**k!"

David cursed silently, without any vulgar language, nor any panting. He just kept going, thrusting until the lovemaking session ended.

He pulled out his now slightly softened c**k. "I'm going to take a shower."

Emily, on the other hand, slumped on the sofa, her emotions mixed with pleasure, pain, sadness, and confusion.

The couple each had their own thoughts at that moment.

David: 'What if Emily really discovers my identity and exposes me? How should I deal with her?'

Emily: 'Should I tell David about my affair? Continue to conceal it, as if it never happened?'

Their eyes did not meet, but their peripheral vision swept towards each other, as if it were destined by a higher power, both thinking, 'There will be a way!'