He hovered just above her now, body between her legs, his thick head pressed at her soaked, swollen entrance. Mina’s breath caught—her hand still gently stroking him, guiding him, holding him there. She looked up into his eyes. There was no going back. Not anymore. He pushed forward. Just the tip. Mina’s entire body arched off the bed. “Oh my God— f…” she gasped, her voice breaking, barely a whisper before it turned into...

The door clicked shut behind them. The room was dim, golden from the bedside lamps, the sheer curtains gently fluttering from the open balcony. The bed was still unmade from earlier, the scent of their earlier passion lingering faintly in the air. Mina took a few slow steps forward, her heels softly tapping the tile, her back still to the waiter. She stopped halfway to the bed. And just stood there. Her heart was pounding...

Her hand stayed wrapped around his cock beneath the table, fingers slowly stroking through the fabric. Her touch was maddening—soft, steady, just enough to keep him painfully hard, desperate. Mina leaned in, lips brushing against his ear, voice barely audible beneath the hum of the restaurant. “Say it,” she whispered again. “Say you want your wife on her knees for him… bent over for him… in any position he wants.” Her hus...

The room was dim, lit only by the orange-pink glow of the Caribbean sunset spilling in through the balcony. The ceiling fan spun lazily above them, stirring the humid air while Mina lay on her back, legs open, her thick thighs framing her husband’s hips. Her skin was still warm from the afternoon sun, the salt of the ocean lingering on her collarbone. They hadn’t even made it to dinner—this was round two, maybe three. She...