Erotic one shots for the night III The Affairs [Completed]

IV

Greg, a mechanic by trade, was always fascinated by the inner workings of things. It wasn't just engines or gears that piqued his curiosity; it was people, too. He found himself drawn to Mambry, his wife's Jamie's work colleague. There was something about the way she moved, the way she laughed, the way she smelled. He couldn't shake the feeling that there was more to her than met the eye. And so, when the opportunity presented itself, he took it.

One fateful evening, while Jamie was out at a work function, Greg invited Mambry over for dinner. He prepared a lavish meal, carefully selecting each ingredient to impress her. As they ate, they engaged in easy conversation, laughing and sharing stories. But as the night wore on, their eyes began to wander, their thoughts drifting to the forbidden. They moved from the dinner table to the living room, the weight of their desires growing heavier with each passing moment.

Greg's hands moved to Mambry's hips, pulling her close. She moaned softly, her body arching into his touch. He could feel her heart racing beneath his fingers, and it only fueled his desire. He kissed her deeply, their tongues tangling as they explored one another. With a single fluid motion, he undid her blouse, revealing her supple breasts, and began to suckle on one of her nipples. Mambry cried out, her hands fisting in his hair.

Their passion knew no bounds as they tore each other's clothes off, their skin burning with need. They fell to the floor, their bodies pressed tightly together. Greg pushed Mambry's skirt up, revealing her smooth, wet folds. He positioned himself between her legs, and with one powerful thrust, buried himself inside her. She arched her back, gasping for air, as he began to move, slowly at first, but gaining speed and fervor with each passing second.

The sounds of their lovemaking filled the room, echoing off the walls and reverberating deep within their souls. Greg's hands roamed freely over Mambry's body, cupping her breasts, teasing her nipples, digging his fingers into her hips. She moaned his name, her nails leaving red marks on his back as she sought purchase in the chaos of their desire. And as they climaxed together, their bodies intertwined, their hearts racing, their breath coming in ragged gasps, they knew that they had crossed a line from which there could be no return.

The afterglow of their passion lingered long after they had collapsed onto the floor, their chests heaving and their skin flushed with warmth. Greg lay there, staring up at the ceiling, trying to process what had just happened. He had never been so consumed by desire, so willing to throw caution to the wind. He felt a sense of liberation, of freedom, that he had never experienced before. And yet, there was also a nagging sense of guilt, of betrayal. He knew that he could never do this again, not if he wanted to keep the fragile balance of his life intact.

Mambry stirred beside him, rolling onto her side to face him. She traced a finger along his jawline, her touch gentle and yet somehow possessive. "I've never felt anything like that before," she whispered, her voice barely audible over the sound of their ragged breathing. "I've never wanted anyone like that."

Greg looked into her eyes, searching for some sign that she regretted what had happened between them. But he found none. Instead, he saw only desire, only longing. And in that moment, he knew that he had to make a choice. He could either continue down this path, indulging in this forbidden fruit, or he could try to find a way back to the life he had once known, the life he had built with Jamie. The decision was not an easy one, but it was one he had to make.