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She loves her weekend trips with her boyfriend. Openly a couple, in love. Her husband at home, knowing where she is.

In their own town they have to be careful. In public they're just friends. Good friends. If anyone looked long enough they might read correctly and see they are more than that. The way he instinctively moves toward her, the way she leans into him with a wide smile without thinking. They catch themselves. Pull back just enough. A stolen touch on the small of her back in a doorway. A look held a beat too long. Kisses that happen fast in parking lots, in hallways, in the brief private spaces between public ones. They're adults. They know it's allowed. But it is taboo, and there's that awareness that they're containing something that doesn't want to be contained.

But away? Away is different.

They walk along the river in the morning sun, her hand in his, fingers laced. She leans her head against his shoulder and he pulls her closer without breaking stride. Nobody here knows her name or his. Nobody knows she has a husband at home. Nobody knows anything except what they can see, a beautiful couple, easy together, looking like they are in love.

She's still wearing her wedding rings.

She never takes them off. And there's something about that. The rings visible on her hand while his arm is around her, while she tips her face up to his outside a bakery by the river and lets him kiss her slow in the middle of a Saturday morning. That makes the whole thing burn hotter. She's married. Everyone can see the rings. And she's kissing another man in public. Maybe people just think they are the married couple. Others may notice he doesn't have a ring on and assume they are having an affair.

They could run into someone they know. It's a tourist town, unlikely but not impossible. They don't worry much about it. That low risk just adds to the arousal and excitement. The same way the rings do, the same way the whole weekend does. The naughtiness of it all. A married woman away with a man she loves, her kids at home, her husband at home, all of it suspended for the weekend while she gets to just be his.

Her husband doesn't get to see any of this. He only gets to imagine it. Lying in their bed alone, visualizing what he knows is probably happening. The hand-holding. Her head on his shoulder. The way she looks at him when she thinks nobody is watching. Most of what he imagines is true. Some of it doesn't come close to the reality.

When they get to the Airbnb there's no rush. That's the thing about a full weekend. No sneaking sex no clock running. They have all of Saturday, all of Saturday night, all of Sunday morning. Time slows down the way it only does when you're exactly where you want to be with exactly the person you want to be with.

They melt into each other. Desperately aroused after being out in public kissing all day.

Long, deep kisses just inside the door. His hands in her hair. Her body against his, both of them finally letting go. Tongues pressing together with passion. The hunger of two people need each others pleasure.

It's not fucking and it's not just making love. It's both at once, the way it always is with them. Passionate, slow and deep. She rides him, feeling how far inside her he goes, how completely he fills her in a way she never gets any other time. Her hands on his chest. His hands on her hips, pulling her down harder.

Moans and grunts fill the room. Fuck, she breathes. I love how you feel.

He grunts, his grip tightening. Slamming into her with force. I can't get enough of you.

She kisses him. Deep and slow, still moving. And then quieter, her lips against his, the words coming out of her before she even decides to say them.

I love you.

He whispers it back. Just as quiet. Just as sure.

She orgasms holding him close, her whole body shaking, her mouth still on his, riding it out with his arms wrapped around her and his body deep inside hers.

Her husband is at home.

He knows where she is.

He knows who she's with.

The thrill of the reveal There is a thrill when pulling down the shorts of a man for the first time revealing his size.

Most guys are at least average size. Some are bigger. Some are below average…. small, even tiny.

It was a disappointment for Selena the first time she pulled Jalen's down. Below average. He still can remember the way she giggled, trying not to hurt his feelings. Both Selena and Jalen waited until they had built a relationship, become friends, before the had sex. By then, she was already falling in love with him for everything else he offered.

As apposed to her current boyfriend and the so many men she has fucked since marring Jalen. That excitement of a big cock. One that is thick and long. You can feel its weight in your hands, the warmth of the flesh as you rub your hands down his shaft to feel his large balls that go with it. Imagining how he’ll use it.

That excitement tingles through your body, makes you want to give in completely. Even though you’re married, you can’t resist. The stretch of his cock in your mouth, the struggle to take him deeper, working until your throat opens and you can finally swallow him whole.

It just feels masculine, a 'real man'. That feeling of being stretched, where at first it almost hurts when he enters your hole. Takes your breath away for a second as your body adjusts. Causes you to moan out loud and your body to shake as he fucks deeper and deeper into your body. He is in your body, his flesh as he holds you, rubs his hands all over you. Kisses you. You are giving him pleasure and he desires you as he fucks you harder and harder until you are shaking in a toe curling orgasm.

Last evening The Love of My Life, who is Robert's fiancée and whom we all now think of as my Ex wife, returned to my beautiful canyon ranch after spending 5 wonderful nights with Him at His mountain home 5 hours away. She had very much enjoyed acting as if she were already Robert's wife around his daughter and young grandchildren. I knew that she was exhausted from her torrid nights with her fiancé and busy days with his family and friends, so being a supportive cuckold last evening I did not demand lovemaking and instead just cuddled her.

Now, midday Tuesday, we are about to make love in our now diminished manner (without my cock inside her pussy and with her beautiful breasts covered beneath lingerie).

By the beginning of 2025 Robert and my then wife were already talking about being soulmates who were fated to be together. Since then their intense love has increased 100 fold.

My wife said similar things to me in early 2025 after she developed love for Robert that was far more intense than her still deep love for me. Eight months later she became His fiancée. I now think of her as my Ex wife, and she will be Robert's wife after I give her away at their wedding.