The Dilemma Of The Unwanted Pregnancy(18+)

It is an illegal relationship. Screwing someone's wife, this should not happen but here goes. The chemistry is strong, the naked lust glaring and menacing as it takes control of the two lost souls. They meet at a party and immediately the sparks fly. As he gets introduced to her by her clueless husband, she looks deep into his eyes and he remains transfixed at her mercurial looks, looks only him in his mesmerized daze can decipher.

The handshake lasts a tad longer and sweat begins to preen down his whole being. He quickly walks away, grabs his wife's waist struggling to get the lust out of his deranged mind. As she turns away with her husband, she can't help but feel that familiar tingle between her smooth laps and the gentle shaking she feels in her legs. She grabs her hubby's hands and prays to God for strength but something deep inside her realizes that this is an excercise in futility.

That night, he pounds heavily into his grateful wife, hoping the powerful drills will take away the illegal and satanic lust for another man's wife. His wife delirious with pleasure receives the heavy pounding with strong delight. What has come over her usually lethargic husband. He stands erect like a bull, sweat cascading down his sinewy chest and his strong arms holding tight to her delicious waist, he takes her from the back, breast dangling like the lemons of Lebanon. As he pounds, his mind is with her, the seductress who belongs to his best friend. He closes his eyes and sees himself pounding into her, he wants her badly and her vision fuels his strength as he takes his wife on a journey fueled with multiple orgasms. His wife, happy afterwards, holds him tight, whispering into his ears, I love you darling and thank you so much, darling my p.... Is twitching, thank you so much. If only she knew.

His wife. Thighs wide open in preparation to take her husband, oiled with the vision of his best friend. She is dripping, his mere touch a fountain of bliss. She smiles as he descends into her abyss of pleasure, he smiles, his wife is so aroused, he is sure it is his perfume and the wonderful dinner they just had with his friend that has given her this level of arousal and he is happy. if only he knew, he enters her and for the first time she moans, she lets out a soft sigh of pleasure as she looks into his eyes. But what does she see there, she sees his friend she laughs, a wicked laughter encouraging him to continue. She is spiritually making love to his friend while receiving the gentle physical emission of her hapless hubby.

It's calm now. Both couples are at rest as they go into sleep with smiles on their four faces. But he stares at his phone, what would she be doing now, is she thinking of him, is she f....g her husband. He is in pain, he wants her and he can't seem to fight this urge, this harbinger of inevitable death he needs to pray.

What is he doing she asks herself. Is he pounding that his bow legged wife. Isn't she lucky, life is unfair. As she looks at her husbands limp member she sighs and bemoans her fate in life. She leaves the room takes her phone and goes to her what's app, fingers shaking, sweaty but determined, she ruins her life with those two lettered words, 'hi'.

They meet at the run down motel far from the eyes of the world. Goose pimples all over his skin and shaking with fear, they both hold each other. Tears freely flowing and wishing life was different. She was beautiful, angelic and he was handsome. They kissed very gently and passionately and looked into each other's eyes with relief, excitement and fear all rolled into one.

They touch each other, her nipples in his mouth and her thighs partying ever so gently, slowly but surely revealing her core. As her soft mound begin to emerge to the warm light of the cool evening, her phone rings shattering all pretenses. It is her husband, this is the very last attempt to bring her to reality. She pushes him off and takes the call. She was at a meeting and cannot talk long, can he help with the kids homework and she would soon be home in an hour max. This was the sign, she had to stop this madness, she didn't need to do this, this was wrong, she was wearing her clothes and getting out of here.

Her husband just called, shit. My best friend. I just had her nipples in my mouth. This was wrong. I need to jump out and just run and never stop until I get into the warm embrace of my wife.

As she turns she sees his strong black back as it tappers down into his firm waist. In the soft light of the room, she sees the tip of his member protrude between his legs and immediately the devil holds her again. As he turns he sees her wonderfully made breast standing in all its glory, he sees her mound, fully prepared for him and then he sees her eyes, tears of a lost life on display and at that moment he knew his death had come calling.

They walked towards each other, stretching and grabbing and tumbling. He finds himself deep inside her in seconds both crying, both screaming, both in the rapture of the moment, both singing and both finally gasping for breath after minutes of sweet death inducing pleasure.

She got home, rushed to the shower. He got home rushed for a drink. Looked at his wife with pity and smiled for he knew he wanted more. She feigned a headache and needed to sleep early.

Weeks later, it happens. Where is this damn period, she can't seem to find it. She is in a mess, she is pregnant for him...