The Affair Begins Part 3

[Ma****]

He kneaded the married aerobics instructor’s big tits slowly, fingers sinking deep into the supple, sweat-slick flesh, squeezing and lifting, letting them settle heavily in his palms again and again. His thumbs circled and teased her sensitive nipples, gently pinching and tugging as he continued praising her in low, hungry tones.
“These are the most beautiful tits I’ve ever seen… I can’t believe I finally get to touch them.”
Every word amplified her internal conflict. I’m such a terrible wife… letting him talk about my tits like this while my husband is home waiting for me. Yet the combination of his hands groping her bare breasts and his appreciative comments made her moan shakily into the kiss, arching her back to press her glistening chest more firmly into his fondling hands.
He continued massaging them thoroughly—palms rubbing broad circles over the slick skin, squeezing the sides so her heavy breasts bulged between his fingers, rolling her nipples between thumb and forefinger. The wet, messy kissing never stopped, their mouths sliding and sucking as he lavished attention on her exposed tits for the first time, all while the TV played on and ignored.

This is too far, she thought, mind spinning. I’m married… these aren’t for him.
As his hands grew bolder—squeezing the sides of her tits so they bulged between his fingers, rolling her nipples between thumb and forefinger—she broke the kiss just enough to whisper breathlessly against his lips:
“Not tonight…”
The words were soft, conflicted, almost pleading. But even as she said them, her back arched, pressing her glistening tits more firmly into his hands. Her body betrayed her completely. More barriers were crumbling inside her—guilt mixing with overwhelming arousal as he continued fondling her bare breasts with increasing hunger.
“God, they feel so good,” he whispered back, ignoring her weak protest and squeezing the heavy flesh again. “I can’t stop touching them.”
She whimpered, another soft “Not tonight…” escaping her lips between messy, open-mouthed kisses, but her thighs pressed together tightly and she made no move to cover herself or pull away. His hands rubbed broad circles over her sweat-slick skin, lifting and dropping the weight of her tits, pinching and tugging her sensitive nipples while their tongues continued kissing and sliding wetly together.

Little did she know that in just a few months, all remaining barriers would completely shatter. She would be fully naked in this same apartment, legs wrapped around him and they’ll fuck passionately—raw, intense, and completely lost in each other—while her husband remained none the wiser.
For tonight, she stayed right there: bare breasts surrendered to his hands, kissing deep with lounges, embraced — guilt and pleasure swirling inside her, one slow, forbidden step further down a path she could no longer turn back from.