The man I had an affair with was the marriage counselor my husband paid a fortune to bring us together-7
The Final Barrier
This session, air congealed. Lucas poured water. His fingertip grazed my hand. Electric. Silence fell, a suffocating net. He offered the glass. I took it. As hands crossed—the tumbler thudded onto thick carpet, water blooming dark. The glass lay forgotten. His arm locked my waist, fierce, desperate. My mind blanked. Inner fire detonated, incinerating reason. I rose viciously, kissed him hard. Lips clashed. Salt—my silent tears. Not sorrow, but ruptured release. A voice screamed: WRONG! But my body surrendered.
The Anonymous Motel Room
Heavy curtains blocked all light. Wrapped in wrinkled sheets, I leaned against the cold headboard. Shower sounds echoed. Lucas washed. Dim light revealed a cheap plastic lighter, stubbed cigarettes. Stains marred the carpet. Perfect setting for ruin. Lingering physical echoes warred with emotional desolation. I betrayed David.
Worse—did I betray him seeking solace, or for this stranger’s lethal pull? The bathroom door opened. Lucas emerged, toweled. Wet hair dripped onto his chest. His eyes held no satisfaction, only fathomless weariness… and pain? He sat on the bed’s edge, distant. "Need a ride?" Voice raw. I shook my head, face buried in knees. The sheet slipped, revealing a shoulder’s angry mark. "Sorry…" he murmured. The apology pierced. For the act? The seduction? I stayed silent. This wasn't my dream. Not cheap motels, ambiguous men… David’s trusting face haunted me.
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This session, air congealed. Lucas poured water. His fingertip grazed my hand. Electric. Silence fell, a suffocating net. He offered the glass. I took it. As hands crossed—the tumbler thudded onto thick carpet, water blooming dark. The glass lay forgotten. His arm locked my waist, fierce, desperate. My mind blanked. Inner fire detonated, incinerating reason. I rose viciously, kissed him hard. Lips clashed. Salt—my silent tears. Not sorrow, but ruptured release. A voice screamed: WRONG! But my body surrendered.
The Anonymous Motel Room
Heavy curtains blocked all light. Wrapped in wrinkled sheets, I leaned against the cold headboard. Shower sounds echoed. Lucas washed. Dim light revealed a cheap plastic lighter, stubbed cigarettes. Stains marred the carpet. Perfect setting for ruin. Lingering physical echoes warred with emotional desolation. I betrayed David.
Worse—did I betray him seeking solace, or for this stranger’s lethal pull? The bathroom door opened. Lucas emerged, toweled. Wet hair dripped onto his chest. His eyes held no satisfaction, only fathomless weariness… and pain? He sat on the bed’s edge, distant. "Need a ride?" Voice raw. I shook my head, face buried in knees. The sheet slipped, revealing a shoulder’s angry mark. "Sorry…" he murmured. The apology pierced. For the act? The seduction? I stayed silent. This wasn't my dream. Not cheap motels, ambiguous men… David’s trusting face haunted me.
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