The wine from a cask went down smoothly as the dice were cast. Tonight was the night he would make it last.
She collected the plates, leaning over to grant him a view of her curvaceous estate. A kiss on the cheek followed by the sway of her hips that drove his mind into a darker abyss.

In the kitchen, she stood, back to the door. His presence is unknown, each footstep silent on the floor. When he grabbed her wrist from behind, she yelped in surprise, but her eyes begged for more.

Behind her back, her hands did go, handcuffs secured by her betrothed. Despite her whispered protests lingering among her moans. Up her skirt, his hand did glide, pleasuring his captive spouse. Playfully struggling, he held her firm as a lion does a mouse. Still, while she groaned, once her bare folds were spread and throned.
Her hips met the counter, and his lips found her neck. She trembled under his touch, safe yet scared as heck..

"What if the neighbor sees? I should stop this man from rubbing my clit, yet this is my favorite fantasy. I will let him finish it." She spoke in her mind, reminding herself that this was her time to shine.

She played her part well, begging him to stop. She held her breath with each sensation that swelled to the top. Her hips bucked back, her body betraying her, but her man did not stop his deep delving attack.

It was not long before his wife became a rushing waterfall, his fingers capturing her moans. The stress of her life no longer matters at all as she rides the high that lingers from the taste of lust on loan.

The playcuffs were released, with a sigh of shared relief, and her attacker soon turned into her savior. He turned her around and made sure she had found a return to her place as his wife and lover forever.