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heart pounded and the blood rushed into her cunt.
    Her moral compass spun with the gravity of what she was doing, yet she lacked any motivation to stop it. She had been drawn to Oscar from the beginning, and hadn’t synchronicity put them in the right place at the right time? She hadn’t felt such a pull to a man in decades. “I wanted this when I met you in New York. I wanted to touch you as soon as you looked at me,” she whispered.
    The precipice they’d been on last night was crumbling beneath them. His hands were exploring her skin and she felt his mouth on her neck, then on her chest…and then his tongue on a nipple made her leap and gasp with delight. His hand kneaded her breasts and clutched her to him. “Ahh!” she sighed loudly. Her knees felt as if they would melt. She hadn’t felt such abandon and joy in someone’s body for so long!
    “Let’s get comfortable,” he murmured in her ear. He looked up and saw the bedroom and led her to it—to Valérie and Phillipe’s marriage bed—where he both pulled and pushed her onto it. They fell together onto the still-unmade mattress. Every nerve exploded as her blouse was pushed up and away by Oscar’s hands. He lightly skimmed her skin with the palm of his hand, and she strained and arched her back to meet his touch. She gasped. After so many years of lovemaking to the same man, her senses were in shock.
    Oscar smelled different, a musky, sweaty scent coupled with a foreign cologne. He was firm and exigent, where Philippe was tender and tentative. Oscar made love , while Valérie’s marriage bed had become a rote exercise. She reveled in his body as his mouth moved across her breasts and he sucked and bit her straining brown nipples. “Oh!” she cried without even realizing it.
    “Baby…” he replied, pinching her other nipple between his thumb and forefinger.
    For a single moment she felt a pang of self-consciousness about her body. How long had it been since a stranger felt her like this? The last time a stranger ravished her she’d had taut skin and the firm breasts and flesh of a young woman. But they were here, now, and Oscar showed no signs of stopping for dinner conversation. They explored each other like new lovers. He palmed the curves of her body everywhere; his hand slipped over her back and her ass. His fingertips trailed down the backs of her thighs and into crevices of olive flesh. She moaned with pleasure.
    She pushed him away so that she could discover his sinewy form, which was as rippled and muscled as she had hoped. His cock was long and thick, and it strained while she ran her hands over his chest, down his slim hips and over his thighs. Then he growled from his throat and dragged her panties down, off her hips and down her legs. She helped by kicking them away. Finally, he flipped her over on the bed and opened her legs with his own. So fast, she felt his hands squeeze her ass, and then his finger search for her opening. She was wet and he slid his finger in.

    “I’ve wanted to fuck you since I first saw you,” he whispered in her ear, on top of her. He lift himself and grunted with pleasure. He had his cock in his hand, and opened her legs wider to mount her. He dived deeply into her, and when he stopped for a second she felt as if his cock touched every nerve her body. He began to rock and pump. She cried out, overtaken by waves of pleasure as he moved in and out, in and out.
    “Baby, baby…I want to fuck you….” he murmured, lowering his head to nip at her earlobes and tongue her ear. His deep whispers made his fierceness even hotter. She had a fleeting reflection that she had taken someone into Philippe’s bed, and struggled for a moment with the reality of it.
    But Oscar interrupted those fleeting thoughts. “Do you have a vibrator, honey?” he asked, breathing hard.
    “Uhh…” she stammered, lifting her eyebrows in shock. Talking to this man about intimate sex toys of her marriage…?
    She stared blankly, and he