The room felt still now, the air thick with the smell of us and the faint hum of the air conditioner. Lara was tucked against my side, head on my chest, one arm draped across my stomach. Her leg stayed hooked over mine, stockings wrinkled but still on, garter straps loose around her hips. My hand rested low on her back, fingers tracing slow lines along her spine. We were both naked, skin cooling slowly, hearts finally beating at a normal pace.
I looked down at her, one eyebrow raised.
"You love him but you need this?" I asked, smirking because I still couldn't quite wrap my head around it.
She snuggled closer, cheek pressing harder against my chest like she wanted to hide there.
"Yeah…" she said softly. "My fetish and my desire is to…"
She trailed off for a second, then lifted her head just enough to meet my eyes.
"…to fuck behind my husband. To cuck him."
