The fucked again, Dan behind her, pulling her hair as Aurora had described Sandro pulling it. “Wait, I want to get on you,” and he let her free, lay down and had her climb onto him. She held the vibrator against her clit, rubbing her mound against his cock, the vibe sending shock waves through her body deep into her smoldering cunt.

“And, what do you think we did this morning, after we had fucked all night?” She lay back, her hair flowing down her back, raised her hips until she was high enough that she could take him in her hand, reached between her legs with her other hand, spread her asshole with her fingers. “He fucked me here until I was begging him to cum in me, to fill my bowels.” Dan could take no more, he gripped her tits, making Aurora cry out in pain, then rammed into her dark star, her thighs slapping against his, the vibe raking her clit and the tight ring of her asshole each time she descended, until he was pumping his cum into her.

They lay panting, his cock still hard within her tight ass, his hands now gently caressing her face and breasts. He looked into her eyes, those huge orbs filled with love for him, he could see that and it filled his heart. He pulled her down, kissed her luscious mouth, her lips soft and tender from all the kisses they had received and given.

“And will you see him again, my sweet wife?” She nodded, her lush lips breaking into a huge grin.

“Oh, yes, this is only the beginning.”

Aurora and Sandro continued to meet nearly every day for the next few weeks, always at the café, then the short walk to his apartment and a long day of sex. For Aurora every time was as amazing as the first time, with Sandro adding something during each session. He would tie her wrists to the bedposts, or blindfold her as she sat on a kitchen chair. On one occasion he had pressed her body against the picture window in his apartment and fucked her from behind, her tits flattened against the glass, only three stories above the afternoon passersby. It was always exciting for them both. She never told her husband when she was going to meet him but she always told him later, in great and vivid detail, everything they had done, no matter how erotic it may have been.

Aurora met Sandro at the café for dinner, as they had planned. She had left a note for her husband telling him that she might not be home that night but not to worry. She was dressed in skin tight jeans, black leather boots stylish at mid-calf, her top a transparent red gauze that hid her nipples until you were right in front of her, the fat tips nearly poking out of the flimsy material. Her lustrous hair was flowing around her lovely face, her huge eyes sparkling as she smiled to her lover, kissing him as he rose to greet her.