The Affair Continues 12

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The hot married aerobics instructor lay on her back in her boyfriend’s bed, naked, legs still slightly spread, chest heaving as the intense waves of her orgasm slowly ebbed. The room was thick with humid, sex-heavy air — the pungent smell of sweat, her aroused pussy, and fresh cum hanging heavily around them.
He remained on top of her for a long moment, his softening cock still buried deep inside her cum-filled pussy. Thick, warm globs of his load were already beginning to leak out around his shaft, trickling slowly down her ass and onto the sheets.
Finally, with a low groan, he pulled out. A wet, obscene schlick accompanied the movement as a heavy rush of his cum poured from her stretched, gaping hole. She whimpered softly at the sudden empty feeling, her pussy clenching instinctively as if trying to keep his seed inside her.
They lay side by side in the dim streetlight filtering through the blinds. Her powerful body glistened with sweat — heavy breasts rising and falling, dark nipples still stiff, thick thighs trembling. A visible trail of creamy white cum slowly dripped from her well-fucked pussy down toward the mattress.
Reality was returning.
She stared up at the ceiling, one hand resting on her stomach as the full weight of what had just happened settled over her. I just let him fuck me… I begged him to cum inside me… on our very first fuck.

Guilt flooded in, sharp and heavy. Her husband was across town, sleeping at this hour, on their couch given up on waiting - why she was taking so long “organizing equipment” at the gym. And here she was — freshly fucked, another man’s cum leaking out of her married pussy, her naked body marked with his sweat and fingerprints.
She turned her head to look at her boyfriend. He was watching her with a satisfied, tender expression, his hand gently stroking her thigh. She could still feel the phantom stretch of his thick cock inside her, the warm fullness of his load deep in her womb.
“Are you okay?” he asked softly.
She nodded slowly, voice quiet. “Yeah… I just… that was intense.” A small, nervous laugh escaped her. “I can’t believe we finally did it.”
Her hand drifted down between her legs. She touched her sensitive, cum-slick pussy and shivered at how wet and open she still felt. Bringing her fingers up, she saw them glistening with his seed. The sight made her pussy flutter again with a confusing mix of shame and lingering arousal.

This is the aftermath of my first fuck with him… and I’m already full of his cum.

She rolled toward him, glanced at the clock saying it’s 2:05am on a Tuesday night. As her husband and the world was asleep, she was pressing her sweaty, naked body against his side. Her heavy tits squashed softly against his chest as she buried her face in his neck, breathing in the raw scent of their sex. For now, the guilt was pushed back just enough for her to enjoy the warm, intimate afterglow — knowing full well that when she eventually drove home tonight, she would be carrying the evidence of her betrayal deep inside her.
The first fuck was over. The affair continues.