It was a chilly Tuesday evening when Emily sat alone at home, sipping wine. She thought of her lover, Dem, short for Demetrius. Dem [Damn] was her nickname for him because of how handsome he was. She decided to surprise him with a text message.

She had just finished getting ready for the night and was wearing the lacy red dress her husband had bought her for their anniversary last year. The dress accentuated her curves in all the right places and made her feel like a seductress. She paired it with white thigh-high socks and a matching red G-string that left little to the imagination.

"Hey baby," she texted, attaching a selfie of herself posing in front of the full-length mirror. "My husband bought me this for our anniversary.”

“You look absolutely ravishing in that," came an almost immediate response.

Emily smiled to herself, knowing exactly what effect the photo would have on him. "I told him I would wear it for Valentine's Day next year. Want to be the first to fuck me in it?" She pressed send before she lost her nerve.

His reply was quick and to the point. "I'll be there in an hour."

Emily's heart raced in anticipation. It was so wrong, but it felt so good. She had been seeing him for six months now, ever since she met him at a coffee shop near her office. He was charming, attentive, and, most importantly, had a big black cock that made her husband's seem like a toy in comparison. She loved the way he made her feel - wanted, desired, and, most importantly, like a woman again.

She heard a knock at the door exactly an hour later. She took a deep breath, straightened her dress, and opened the door with a seductive smile. "Hey you," she purred, stepping aside to let him in.

He swooped her up in his arms and kicked the door closed behind him. "Where's your husband?" he asked, his hands roaming her body.

"On a three-day business trip," she replied, arching her back to press her breasts against his chest.

"He's missing Valentine's Day?" He raised an eyebrow and lowered her down.

"That’s why I have you here," she said with a shrug. She sauntered over to the bedroom and paused at the door. "My husband will never know, mm?" Emily purred over her shoulder, holding the G-string in her hand.

"Your secret is safe with me."

Their mouths crashed together, a frenzy of lust. Dem pushed her onto the bed, and they made love passionately, their bodies moving in sync. He loved fucking this married woman, and she enjoyed fucking his big black cock.

After they finished, they lay entangled in each other's arms, basking in the afterglow. "I love you," he whispered, brushing a stray lock of hair from her face.

Emily's heart skipped a beat. They had never said those words before, and she wasn't sure how to respond. "I... I love you too," she finally said. He pulled her in for a deep kiss, and she melted into his embrace.

They spent the next three days together, fucking at every opportunity. They made love in the shower, on the kitchen counter, and even on the marital bed. With every encounter, Emily felt herself falling more and more for him. But deep down, she knew it couldn't last. She was married, after all.

On the third night, as they lay in bed watching the news, he turned to her with a serious expression. "I can't keep doing this, Emily. I need more than just being your secret lover."

Emily felt her heart drop. She knew he was right, but the thought of losing him was too painful to bear. "I... I need some time," she said, tears welling up in her eyes. He nodded, kissed her forehead, and got out of bed.

The next morning, he was gone. Emily woke up to an empty house and a note on the kitchen counter. "I love you too much to keep sharing you. I hope you find the happiness you deserve." She read the note over and over again, tears streaming down her face. She knew what she had to do.

Her husband got back that evening and surprised her with flowers in one hand, a box of chocolate, and a box with a diamond necklace in it. Emily, who was not expecting him, stood up and said, "We need to talk," her voice shaky. He looked at her, confused, but followed her to the living room. She was going to tell him she was leaving him, but he surprised her with the necklace.

Emily smiled enigmatically and ran to the bedroom. When she returned, she was wearing the red lace dress. She pulled her hair to the side so he could put the necklace around her neck. Brad would never know his anniversary gift helped his wife cheat on him. She pulled him by the arm and went to the bedroom, where they made love that night.

The next time her husband was away again, she called Dem, and they met for dinner. Then they went to his house, where they fucked. Afterward, as Emily dressed to leave, she fingered his hard shaft, “It’s over between us. I’m staying with my husband.”

“Wow! I didn’t see that coming,” he said, rising to his elbows.

"I'm sorry," she said, tears flowing freely now. "I never meant to hurt you. I just… I'm not in love with you."

And she walked out.