Unfaithful to My Cuckold: A Tale of Erotic Betrayal

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The rain traced silver paths down the windowpane, a quiet symphony for our shared silence. His gaze was a physical warmth, a slow-burning ember that ignited my skin from across the room. When his fingers finally brushed against mine, a jolt of pure lightning arced up my arm, stealing my breath. My heart hammered a frantic, guilty rhythm against my ribs, a secret drumbeat for this stolen moment. He leaned in, and the scent of his skin, of clean linen and the night air, filled my senses completely. My lips parted in a soft sigh, a silent surrender to the inevitable pull between us. In that breathless space before our mouths met, a fleeting image of my husband’s trusting smile ghosted through my mind, then vanished. His hand cupped my jaw with a tenderness that felt like both a blessing and a condemnation, his thumb stroking my cheek. As our lips finally touched, the world narrowed to this single, searing point of contact, a beautiful, heartbreaking ruin. I knew this kiss was not just a kiss, but the first step into a new, treacherous shadow, and I welcomed its sweet, consuming darkness.