The Slutty Submissive Wife Part - 04

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The air crackled with anticipation. Eleanor, a ghost of her former self, moved through her home like a puppet on strings. The love she once held for her husband had withered, replaced by a raw, demanding hunger for John's touch, his control. He was her master now, and her world revolved solely around his desires.•••
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Her husband, oblivious, sat hunched over paperwork at the dining table, a furrow etched between his brows. Eleanor, her heart a frantic drum against her ribs, feigned normalcy as she began preparing dinner. Each clatter of a dish, each hummed tune, was a carefully constructed lie. John was already inside, a shadow moving silently through the house, fueled by the same burning anticipation.
He found her at the kitchen counter, rinsing vegetables, her back to her husband. A silent signal passed between them. John, with practiced ease, moved behind her, his hands sliding beneath her skirt. He ripped away the thin fabric of her underwear, his fingers probing, finding her slick and ready. He lifted her top, exposing her breasts to his gaze. "Contain yourself," he rasped, his breath hot against her ear. "No sounds." He lowered his head, his tongue tracing the curve of her neck before plunging into the wet heat between her legs. Eleanor bit her lip, fighting the urge to moan, the sensations too intense, too forbidden.•••
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After what felt like an eternity of excruciating pleasure, John pulled back. Eleanor, trembling, turned to her husband, her smile strained as she began to massage his shoulders. John, emboldened, stepped fully into the room. He lifted Eleanor's skirt again, positioning himself behind her. With a ***ful thrust, he plunged into her, the silence broken only by their ragged breaths. Eleanor cried out, quickly muffling the sound in her husband's shoulder. He only chuckled, assuming it was pleasure from the massage.•••
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They moved like that, a dance of deceit, their bodies joined in a desperate, forbidden embrace while her husband remained blissfully unaware. The dining room table became their altar, the mundane sounds of paperwork shuffling a backdrop to their sin. The longer they continued, the more reckless Eleanor became, her desires amplified by the ever-present risk. She was lost, utterly consumed by her need for John, for the illicit thrill of their dangerous game. Her world had shrunk to this moment, this transgression, this intoxicating blend of pleasure and peril.

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