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there where no one had been but Mark for so long, where she had believed no one ever would but her husband. The tip, the head, broader than she would have imagined, making her wonder if she could even take him inside her.
    Big and hard and hot and male and not at all her husband.
    In that moment, Alice could not breathe, could not move to stop him. She felt herself teetering over the edge, gasping, shaking, completely giddy.
    She looked away, and the image of her husband and that stupid g-string she’d found in his pocket sprang back to mind. She felt the fire of rebellion inside her. Well, she did not have to pay for a stripper to show her a good time.
    Alice looked into Ethan’s eyes, and smiled wickedly. Then she felt her world ignited, as he eased forward, that great thing stuttering a little as it slipped inside her half-inch by half-inch, stretching her, filling her, lighting her up.
    A stranger’s big cock, so hard and so astoundingly hot. So very bare without a condom.
    She kissed him as he moved inside her, his violation so brutally physical, and yet it made her so wet that he simply glided within her, then out, his fullness brushing over every erogenous point within her, including parts she’d never known could give her a sexual thrill.
    Oh God, was she an adulteress now? Or did it require him to fill her with his come? She felt despicable, felt she’d crossed that line.
    She pulled herself away from him now, thinking this was such a momentous thing for her, it couldn’t just be a two-minute whirl in the sack. He was grinning as she slipped off her panties, then pushed him away, off the bed, clambering on all fours toward him and the edge of the bed.
    She reached for him, for his cock, that big obscene thing that had intruded so magnificently on her and her marriage. The Whoremaker, she decided it could be called. She reached for it, and pulled him to her with it, her hand curling around it, then her lips stretching around it.
    It tasted of her, of her betrayal. Sweet, salty, tangy. The flavor of bad girl. Of cheating wife.
    His smell was all about him, blended with her own. It seemed so wrong, so powerfully against her every instinct — and yet so exotic, so different from anything she knew, from anything she might have expected.
    Licking him, feeling this strange thing in her hands, the big helmet with its rounded tip, the strong shaft with its central vein pulsating from his arousal. Thinking how it would hurt Mark to know this was what she was putting in her mouth, in her body. The guilt deadened by the sense of justice, and now only fueling her lust, her desire.
    She felt his hand gently on her head, and moaned her approval, her voice stifled with her mouth so full.
    He was fucking her face. She had to strain to keep him from making her gag, but it was so worth it. She was letting this gorgeous, athletic god of a stranger ram his cock into her mouth, and she felt exhilarated as he used her.
    He didn’t hold her, however. He didn’t prevent her from pulling back, from flicking him a gaze that told him clearly to lie back down on the bed so she could have him as she wanted.
    He was strong, he was powerful, but he did as she told him, so she could lean over him, suck him into her mouth again, maybe, or maybe put him between her tits, having him fuck her cleavage in such a bad way, rubbing that enormous tool between her breasts, the breasts that Mark so enjoyed, but had never treated like this.
    Feeling so wrong, that big hot phallus slipping between her soft tits, that were normally reserved for hubby’s mouth and hands.
    She licked his cock, and then rode it, figuring she had already broken her vows, might as well go the whole hog. Rolling over him when she got tired, as though they were wrestlers, allowing him to take the lead, to pump his hips and fuck her hard, his thrusts jolting her whole body, wracking her with a force that might even have hurt, had she not been so doped up on adrenaline and pure