Yen Ni married and you meet up to have sex regularly. 3 weeks after she get married, she wanted me to impregnate her and 2 months later, we did it
1999 – Since the day when started our secret affair at the hotel. Yen Ni and I have meet up regularly. Yen Ni is getting married at the end of the week. I really can’t imagine her being fuck by another man. I am jealous but I have to let her go. Today we had lunch at our usual spot, a small café hidden in the alleyways of Chinatown. She looked beautiful, as always, with her dark hair pulled back in a neat bun, showcasing her elegant neck. Her eyes sparkled with excitement and a hint of sadness. She wore a simple red dress that made her look like a rose in bloom, but the tension was palpable. She told me she had something important to discuss.
“I am getting married three days later. Once I got married, we have to be very careful.” Yen Ni’s voice was a soft whisper, as if the walls had ears that could hear our illicit secrets.
I nodded, trying to keep my emotions in check. The café’s warm light danced on her face, casting shadows that seemed to echo my own inner turmoil. The scent of her jasmine perfume filled the air, a sweet torture that only made the reality of our situation more poignant.
Her words hung between us, heavy with the weight of the future we had both been trying to ignore. The wedding was an unspoken boundary that neither of us had dared to bring up before. But now, with the day looming so close, the inevitable had crashed into our little bubble of passion and lies.
We finished our meal in silence, the clinking of chopsticks and the murmur of the other patrons the only sounds in the café. The food, usually a delightful array of flavors, now tasted like ash in my mouth. I knew that we were playing with fire, but the thought of her in another man’s arms was more than I could bear.
The day of the wedding arrived like a storm on the horizon, unavoidable and threatening to shatter our world. I watched from a distance as Yen Ni stepped out of the limousine, her red wedding dress a stark contrast to the grey sky. The traditional garment was a symbol of her impending commitment, a declaration of her love for another man. A love that should have been mine.
The crowd of well-wishers parted like a sea as she made her way to the grand entrance of the hotel. Her groom, a man I had never met, looked nervous but excited. He had no idea of the secret we shared. No one did.
The wedding was a blur of color and sound, a cacophony of laughter and music that seemed to mock the ache in my chest. I stood at the back, invisible to the revelers, watching as she exchanged vows and promised her life to another. Each word was a knife, twisting deeper and deeper into my soul.
As the ceremony ended and the reception began, I knew that our time together was coming to a close. We had to be more discreet now, meeting only when we could find moments of solace in our stolen glances and brief touches. The thrill of our secret had turned into a painful dance of desire and denial.
But even as the wedding unfolded before me, I found myself unable to let go. I approached her, my heart racing like a caged animal desperate for freedom.
“Yen Ni,” I called out, my voice barely audible over the din of the party. She turned, her eyes locking onto mine. For a moment, the entire world disappeared, and it was just the two of us.
Her gaze searched mine, and in that brief second, I saw the love she had for me reflected in her eyes. It was a love that had grown over the months we had spent together, a love that had blossomed in the shadow of her impending marriage.
Three weeks later, my phone rang, the vibration jolting me out of my melancholic reverie. I checked the display and my heart skipped a beat. It was Yen Ni. She had called to meet me again, her voice a siren’s song that I couldn’t resist. We agreed to meet at the same café, as if returning to the scene of our first kiss would somehow preserve the magic of our illicit romance.
When she arrived, she looked different. The wedding band on her finger gleamed under the soft light, a stark reminder of the vows she had taken. Her eyes held a mix of guilt and longing, but she greeted me with the same warm smile that had once set my heart ablaze. She sat down opposite me, her hands trembling slightly as she removed her jacket.
The conversation was stilted at first, as we both danced around the elephant in the room. She spoke of her new life, her husband’s kindness, and the lavish wedding that had come and gone. But it was clear that she was there for more than just small talk. Finally, she reached across the table and took my hand.
“I know this is wrong, but I can’t help it. I need to see you again. Just one more time,” she whispered, her voice thick with emotion. I felt the weight of her wedding ring pressing into my skin, a cold reminder of the barrier that now stood between us.
Yen Ni’s eyes searched mine, filled with a desperation that tugged at my heartstrings. She leaned closer, her breath warm against my cheek as she spoke the words that would forever change the course of our lives. “I want you to make me pregnant. I need a part of you with me always, something that no one can ever take away.”
The revelation hit me like a sledgehammer. I couldn’t believe what she was asking. The room spun around us, the voices of the café patrons becoming a distant murmur. Her hand was still on mine, her wedding band a glaring symbol of the life she had chosen over me. Yet, the intensity of her gaze held a promise that was too tempting to resist.
We both knew the risks. Her husband would never suspect, never know the truth. But for us, it would be a secret we’d carry like a weight around our necks, a secret that could drag us both under if it ever saw the light of day. I hesitated, torn between the love I felt for her and the fear of the consequences.
Our conversation grew more heated as we debated the morality of her proposal. The scent of jasmine grew stronger, as if it were willing me to make the choice she desired. My mind raced with thoughts of a future together, a life where we could raise our child without the shackles of her marriage. It was a dangerous fantasy, but one that grew more alluring with each passing second.
Finally, with a deep sigh, I nodded my consent. We would do it. We would take this risk, for the sake of the love that burned so fiercely between us. The café had become a cocoon of passion and secrets, a sanctuary from the cold reality that waited outside.
Yen Ni’s eyes lit up with relief and excitement. She squeezed my hand before releasing it, her own trembling slightly as she stood. We left the café, our hearts pounding in unison like a drumline leading us into battle. The short drive to her new home was tense, the air thick with anticipation.
Her apartment was a tasteful blend of modern and traditional, a reflection of her own cultural heritage. The marital bed was a sprawling expanse of silk and satin, the very place where she was expected to consummate her union with another man. The sight of it filled me with a mix of anger and desire.
“Where is your husband?” I asked, trying to keep the tremor from my voice.
“He’s away on business,” she replied, her eyes searching mine for any sign of doubt.
“So you will be alone for how many days? I asked excitedly, trying to sound casual.
“For the entire week. He won’t be back until next Sunday.” The corners of her mouth turned up slightly, a mischievous glint in her eye.
“That will be great. You sure about what you have asked me?”
Yen Ni nodded, her eyes shimmering with a determination that was both terrifying and alluring. I felt the gravity of our decision pressing down on us as we moved into the bedroom. She closed the door behind us, and the sound of the lock clicking into place was the final nail in the coffin of our once carefree affair.
Her hands began to roam over my body, her touches more urgent and needy than ever before. She whispered sweet nothings into my ear, her breath hot and ragged. She begged me to fill her with life, to create a bond that would never be broken, even if it was conceived in deceit. Her words were like a drug, clouding my judgment and amplifying my desire.
“How is sex with your new husband?”
Yen Ni’s hands paused on my chest, the question hanging in the air like a storm cloud. She took a deep breath, her eyes searched mine before she whispered, “It’s different. But this, this is us. This is what feels right.”
Her confession only served to stoke the fire within me. I knew I was playing with fire, but the allure of her words, the promise of a future that could never truly be ours, was too tempting to resist. I pushed her onto the bed, the silk sheets whispering against her skin as she lay beneath me. Her eyes widened with a mix of surprise and arousal.
Yen Ni began to unbutton my shirt, her trembling fingers fumbling with the small pearls. Each button released with a soft click that echoed through the room, punctuating the heavy silence that hung between us. As the fabric parted, she gasped at the sight of my bare chest, her eyes devouring the expanse of my muscles.
“Tell me about you sex life with him, the more details you tell me, the more aroused I will be.” I said, my voice a gruff whisper as I positioned myself over her.
Yen Ni bit her lower lip, her eyes darkening with a mix of desire and guilt. She took a moment, her chest rising and falling with shallow breaths before she spoke. “It’s… it’s gentle. He’s kind, considerate. He tries to make sure I’m comfortable, that I enjoy it. But it’s… it’s like a dance we’re both learning. New steps, new moves, but… it’s not the same as us. It’s not… raw, not like this.”
Her words painted a picture in my mind, one that I didn’t want to see but found myself craving. I could almost feel the softness of her skin under his touch, the brush of his lips against hers. She spoke of his tender caresses, the way he explored her body with a reverence that was foreign to our own encounters. Yet, with each detail she shared, I felt my own arousal build, a twisted mix of anger and desire coursing through my veins.
“But with you,” she continued, her voice a sultry purr, “it’s like we’re two wild animals. We devour each other, with no thought for tomorrow. It’s primal, it’s… it’s like we can’t get enough. And when we’re together, when we’re like this, it’s like we’re the only two people in the world. That’s what I want, that’s what I need right now. A part of you inside me, growing, reminding me of us every day.”
Her words were a siren’s song, pulling me further into the dark depths of our illicit affair. I kissed her, hard, tasting the sweetness of her mouth, feeling the urgency of her need. Our bodies tangled together, clothes discarded like forgotten promises on the floor. Her skin was hot against mine, her breath coming in ragged gasps as I touched her, exploring every inch of her body.
“Why do you want a baby with me,Dear” I asked Yen Ni as I removed her wedding band and placed it on the bedside table. She looked up at me with a mix of defiance and vulnerability, her eyes searching for something in my gaze that I wasn’t sure I could give her.
“Because you make me feel alive,” she replied, her voice barely a whisper. “Because when I’m with you, I feel like I’m truly loved. And I want our love to live on, even if it’s just in the form of a child.”
I also remove my wedding band, placing it next to hers. “We are only for each other right now.” I murmured, and she nodded, her eyes never leaving mine. I knew this was a dangerous path we were treading, but the desire in her eyes was too much to resist. We had always been passionate, but now there was a new edge to our lovemaking, a desperation that added a dark flavor to our usual sweetness.
“My Dearest Yen Ni, can you stand up?” I am going down on my knee and holding her hands. She looked surprised and excited, her pupils dilating as she nodded. I reached into my pocket and pulled out a small velvet box, my heart racing. I opened it to reveal a ring, a beautiful diamond set in white gold. It sparkled under the soft glow of the bedside lamp, a stark contrast to the darkness of our secret.
“Will you marry me and be the mother of my baby?
Yen Ni’s eyes widened with shock, her breath catching in her throat. The ring glinted in the soft light, a silent declaration of the love that had grown between us despite the odds. She stared at the ring, her chest heaving with the weight of the moment. Then, with a tremble in her voice, she whispered, “Yes.”
We kissed, our bodies entwined in a passionate embrace that spoke louder than any words could. Our love had always been intense, but now it was a volatile mix of love, lust, and desperation.
I slowly placed the new wedding band on the finger and hug her tightly, feeling the warmth of her skin against mine. We both knew that this was more than just a physical act, it was a promise that we were making to each other, a vow that would stand against the one she had made to her husband.
We proceeded to her bathroom, the cold tiles a stark contrast to the heat of our passion. The dim light cast shadows on her face, making her features appear more pronounced, more beautiful. With trembling hands, I began to undress her, each layer revealing more of her perfect form. Her red dress fell to the floor, a pool of color at our feet, and she stepped out of it gracefully, like a rose shedding its petals.
The cool water of the shower cascaded over us as I took the sponge and lathered it with soap. I started with her breasts, washing them gently, watching as the suds slid down her body to the floor. She leaned into my touch, her eyes closed, a soft moan escaping her lips. The feeling of her skin under my fingertips was intoxicating, her nipples hardening against the soft sponge as I washed her. It was a tender moment, a silent declaration of the love we were about to make in the most primal way.
Moving lower, I knelt before her, my eyes never leaving hers. I washed her stomach, tracing the lines of her abdomen with the sponge, my mind racing with thoughts of the life we were about to create. Then, I reached the apex of her thighs, the place where our desires had led us countless times before. She spread her legs slightly, granting me access to the most intimate part of her. I washed her there, her pussy, with a reverence that was new to us. It was a place of creation, a sacred space where our love would take root.
The water streamed down her body, mixing with the soap to create a warm, fragrant river that surrounded us. Her skin was like silk under my touch, her folds delicate and inviting. As I cleaned her, I felt her body respond, her breath quickening and her thighs quivering slightly. She was ready for me, ready for the moment that would change everything.
Yen Ni took the sponge from my hand, her eyes gleaming with a newfound sense of power. She returned the favor, her soft touch moving over my chest and abs, her nails lightly scratching my skin. The sensation was exquisite, each stroke igniting a spark of pleasure that grew into a roaring flame. Her hands moved lower, washing away the soap and my inhibitions, leaving only the raw need that had brought us to this moment.
Her gaze focused on my erect cock, standing proud and demanding. She licked her lips, a mischievous smile playing on her face as she knelt before me. The warm water caressed us both, turning our bodies into sculptures of passion. Her gentle touch was a stark contrast to the harsh reality of our situation, a tender reminder of the love we were fighting to keep alive.
Yen Ni took the sponge and began to wash me, her eyes never leaving my cock. She lathered it up, her hands moving in slow, deliberate circles that had me biting back a groan. Her touch was soft, almost worshipful, as if she was trying to memorize every inch of me. The soap slid over my shaft, making it slick and sensitive. She took her time, savoring the moment, her own desire building with each pass.
When we were both clean, we stepped out of the shower, the cold air a stark contrast to the heat of our passion. She led me to the bed, her hand in mine, our eyes locked. She pushed me down onto the soft mattress, her movements filled with a newfound confidence. The white dress clung to her wet body, outlining her curves in a way that made my heart race.
Yen Ni reached into her drawer and pulled out a set of white lingerie, the fabric so sheer it was almost transparent. She slipped it on, her movements deliberate and sensual. The white lace contrasted sharply with the dark mahogany of her skin, making her look like an angel sent to tempt me. She stepped into the white dress, the material sliding over her body like a second skin.
The dress was simple yet elegant, reaching just above her knees, showcasing her long legs. She turned to me, her hands on her hips, a playful smile on her lips. “Do you like it?” she asked, twirling around to show off the way the fabric clung to her curves.
“You look… incredible,” I managed to say, my voice hoarse with need. She sailed over to me, her eyes filled with a mix of excitement and nerves. As she straddled me, the wet fabric clung to her skin, and I could feel the heat of her pussy through the fabric.
Our kiss was explosive, a culmination of all the pent-up passion and yearning we had been harboring for weeks. My hands found their way to the zipper at the back of her dress, tugging it down with a sense of urgency. The dress fell away, revealing her matching white bra and panties, soaked through with anticipation.
Her skin was flushed, her breathing shallow as I kissed along her neck and collarbone, my hands cupping her breasts over the lace. She arched into my touch, her nipples pressing against the fabric, begging for release. I could feel her heart pounding against my chest, a wild drumbeat that matched the rhythm of my own.
Slowly, I peeled the wet dress off her body, exposing the delicate lace of her lingerie. The bra was the next to go, revealing her full breasts, the nipples tight and dark with arousal.
I took one in my mouth, sucking gently while my hand played with the other. Yen Ni moaned, her back arching as she pushed her chest closer to me. Her skin was hot to the touch, her breath coming in short gasps as I teased and nipped. The sound of the rain outside mingled with her sighs, a rhythmic backdrop to our passion.
Her panties were the last barrier between us, and I slid them down her legs with a sense of reverence. Her pussy was bare, glistening with desire. I kissed my way down her body, my tongue tracing the path of my hands. She was already wet, her scent intoxicating as I hovered just above her.
I took her panty from her legs and smell it look at her, “You smell like heaven” I whispered.
Her eyes grew darker, her pupils dilating as she watched me inhale her scent. “And you,” she murmured, “you smell like home.”
With a growl, I flipped her onto her back and spread her legs wide, the wetness of her sex glistening in the soft light. I kissed her inner thighs, working my way closer to the apex of her desire. The anticipation was palpable, a thrumming beat that matched the pounding of the rain outside.
My tongue found her clit, and she gasped, her hands gripping the sheets. I licked and sucked, the taste of her arousal on my tongue like the sweetest nectar. Her hips bucked against my mouth, a silent plea for more. I gave it to her, my tongue delving into her warmth, exploring every fold and crevice with a hunger that had been building for weeks.
Her moans grew louder, filling the room with a symphony of passion. I could feel her muscles tightening around my tongue, her body begging for release. I teased her, slowing my pace, then speeding up again, keeping her on the edge of ecstasy. Her breasts heaved with each breath, her chest flushed with excitement.
As I licked and kissed, my hands roamed her body, tracing the curves of her hips, the softness of her stomach. I pinched her nipples lightly, rolling them between my fingers, feeling them harden even more. Yen Ni’s breath grew ragged, her legs trembling with the effort to keep still.
Finally, unable to wait any longer, I slid two fingers inside her, feeling her wetness envelop me. She cried out, her back arching off the bed as I curled my fingers to hit just the right spot. I knew her body like the back of my hand, every twitch and quiver telling me what she needed. I thrust in and out, mimicking the rhythm of our future lovemaking, building her pleasure to a crescendo.
Her orgasm was like a storm breaking, her body convulsing as she cried out my name. The sound of her climax was the sweetest music to my ears, a victory cry in the face of the cold reality that waited outside our door.
I pulled back, my own need now a living, breathing entity demanding to be sated. “Yen Ni,” I whispered, my voice thick with desire, “Get ready for me. I’m going to give you what you want.”
Her eyes snapped open, the passion in them like a raging fire. She nodded, her chest still heaving with the aftershocks of pleasure. I watched as she reached for the bottle of baby oil on the nightstand, the very same one we had used so many times before to ease our forbidden union. But tonight, it had a new purpose, a sacred mission that we both knew could change everything.
Yen Ni coated her hands with the oil, the sound of it squelching against her skin sending a fresh wave of desire through me. She took a deep breath and spread her legs wider, her pussy open and inviting. The sight of her, so vulnerable and willing, was almost too much to bear.
I took my position between her thighs, my cock standing at attention, eager to claim what was rightfully mine. The head was slick with precum, a testament to my own desperation. I positioned myself at her entrance, feeling the warmth of her body beckoning me in.
Her eyes never left mine as I pushed into her, inch by inch, filling her completely. We both gasped, the sensation of our bodies joining once again a powerful reminder of the love we shared. I paused, savoring the feeling of her tightness around me, the way she clenched down in anticipation.
“I’m going to make you pregnant,” I said, my voice low and filled with determination. “I’m going to fill you up with my seed, and we’ll watch our love grow together.”
Yen Ni nodded, her eyes shimmering with unshed tears. “Yes,” she murmured, her voice a mere breath. “Make me yours.”
I began to move, my strokes deep and deliberate. Each thrust was a declaration of war against the man she had promised to love and cherish, each gasp of pleasure a silent rebellion against the chains of her marriage. Her nails dug into my back, leaving trails of fire across my skin as she urged me deeper.
Our bodies moved together like a well-oiled machine, our rhythm a dance that had been perfected over countless secret meetings. The room grew hazy with the scent of our love, the rain outside a mournful serenade to our illicit passion.
Her walls tightened around me, a sign that she was close to climax once more. I picked up the pace, my hips slapping against hers as I drove into her with all the strength I had. I could feel the tension building, the pressure mounting as we approached the moment of truth.
“Look at me,” I demanded, my voice a harsh whisper. “Look at me when I make you pregnant.”
Her eyes locked onto mine, her pupils wide with need. I could see the love there, the desperation, the hope. And as I reached my peak, I felt the warmth of her release, her body clenching around me like a vise.
With a roar, I spilled into her, my seed filling her up, marking her as mine. The intensity of the moment was almost too much to handle, our love a volatile cocktail of passion and deceit.
As I collapsed onto her, my heart racing, I knew that we had crossed a line that could never be uncrossed. We had taken a risk that could shatter not just our lives, but the lives of everyone we held dear. But in that moment, with her legs wrapped around me and her heart beating against my chest, all I could feel was the fierce, all-consuming love that had brought us to this point.
The storm outside had reached its peak, the rain pounding against the windows like a million tiny fists. But inside the cocoon of our love, we were untouchable, our world reduced to the two of us and the child we had just conceived.
“I told Audrina that I am not going back to night and I need to do over time in the office. I will stay here with you.” I told Yen Ni as we lay entwined in the warmth of the afterglow, our bodies still damp from our passionate encounter.
“Thanks for making our wedding night, a memorable one. I love you Dear.” Yen Ni whispered, her voice filled with a mix of satisfaction and sadness. I kissed her forehead gently, feeling the weight of our shared secret. The rain outside had become a gentle patter, as if it had exhausted itself from witnessing our tumultuous love.
With a newfound sense of urgency, I pulled out and rolled her onto her side, her legs still quivering from the intensity of her orgasm. I knew I had to be thorough, to give us the best chance at creating the life we both desired. My cock was still hard, still hungry for her, and she welcomed me back with a soft sigh.
This time, I entered her from behind, my hand gently caressing her stomach as I began to thrust. The sensation was different, the angle allowing me to go deeper, to fill her completely. Her moans grew more muffled, the pillow beneath her muffling the sounds of our love. Each stroke was a declaration of war against the man she had vowed to love, a silent promise that she would carry a piece of me with her always.
I watched our reflection in the full-length mirror across the room, our bodies moving in a sensual dance of love and deceit. Her breasts bounced with every thrust, the sight of our bodies joined together a heady mix of lust and love. The rain outside painted a blurred backdrop, as if the world outside was fading away, leaving only us in our cocoon of passion.
As the second round of passion built, I reached around and found her clit, rubbing it in time with my thrusts. Her breath hitched, her body tensing as she approached climax once more. The headboard of the bed hit the wall in a steady rhythm, echoing the desperation of our love.
Yen Ni’s hand moved to cover her mouth, stifling her cries as I felt her pussy tighten around me. She came hard, her body convulsing with the force of her orgasm. I didn’t stop, pushing through her pleasure, driving into her with a fierce need to leave no doubt.
Finally, with a guttural growl, I released into her again, filling her once more with the promise of a future that could never truly be ours. We collapsed onto the bed, our bodies slick with sweat and the evidence of our love. The room was filled with the scent of sex and the sound of our ragged breathing.
For a moment, we lay there, our hearts pounding in sync, the reality of what we had done hovering over us like a specter. But we didn’t speak of it, didn’t acknowledge the gravity of our actions. Instead, we held each other tightly, our bodies tangled in a silent vow that we would find a way to make this work, no matter the cost.
With a strong urge, good stamina and new found love. I not going to start at second round. I am going to continue till I am empty.
The room was still, the only sound the rain outside had turned into a gentle whisper, as if it had realized the sacredness of the moment we had just shared. I looked down at Yen Ni, her body flushed and beautiful, and felt a primal need to claim her in every way possible. I leaned in and whispered into her ear, “I want you to suck me, Yen Ni. I need to feel your mouth on me.”
Her eyes widened slightly, but she nodded, a soft smile playing on her lips. She knew what was coming, and she wanted it as much as I did. She rolled over onto her stomach, the sheets clinging to her damp skin as she positioned herself at the edge of the bed. I knelt behind her, my cock still hard and ready for more.
Gently, I took her head in my hands and guided her to my cock. She opened her mouth and took me in, her tongue swirling around the head, tasting the saltiness of our love. I groaned, the sensation of her warm, wet mouth overwhelming. Her eyes never left mine in the mirror as she took me deeper, her cheeks hollowing as she sucked.
I watched her, the muscles in her throat working as she took me in, her eyes watering slightly with the effort. The sight was erotic and powerful, a silent affirmation of her submission to me. I gripped the bedpost, my body tight with the effort to hold back, to let her set the pace.
After a few moments, I pulled away, my cock glistening with her saliva. “Now, I want to fuck you in the ass,” I said, my voice low and gruff with desire. She nodded, a shiver of excitement running through her body. We had done this before, but tonight it felt different, more intense.
I reached for the baby oil again, coating my cock and her tight little asshole. She spread her legs wider, her pussy glistening with our combined juices. I positioned myself at her entrance, feeling the tightness of her ass as I pushed in. She gasped, her eyes watering more, but she didn’t protest. Instead, she pushed back against me, urging me deeper.
The sensation was incredible, her ass tight and hot around me. I moved slowly at first, savoring the feeling of her body opening up to me, her moans growing louder with each inch. She was so wet, so ready for me, and the thought of taking her in this way, of leaving my mark inside her, was almost too much to bear.
As I thrust into her, I watched our reflection in the mirror, the sight of my cock disappearing into her ass only adding to my excitement. Her eyes were squeezed shut, her face a mask of pleasure and pain as I filled her completely. The rain outside had stopped, leaving us in a cocoon of silence, the only sounds the slap of skin and her muffled cries.
Finally, I reached my climax, my cock pulsing as I emptied into her. I pulled out, the head slick with oil and her juices, and slammed back into her pussy, her body trembling with the force of my release. I didn’t stop, my need for her insatiable.
Yen Ni’s moans grew louder, her body shaking as she came again, her pussy clenching around me. I collapsed onto her, our bodies slick with sweat and desire, our hearts pounding in time with the beat of the rain outside. We lay there, our breathing ragged, our hearts racing, as the reality of what we had done sank in.
The moment was intense, a culmination of our love and lust. Her lust for me grew stronger.
Yen Ni rolled onto her stomach, her perfect ass in the air, her wedding band glinting in the soft light of the room. She reached back and grabbed my hips, pulling me closer. “Take me again,” she whispered, her voice thick with need. “But this time, don’t cum inside me.”
The challenge in her words was clear, a silent demand for my control. I knew what she wanted, the thrill of the forbidden, the dance of pleasure on the edge of pain. And I was more than ready to oblige.
I positioned myself behind her, my cock sliding through her folds, teasing her wetness. She whimpered, pushing back against me, silently begging for more. With a firm grip on her hips, I pushed into her, feeling her tightness grip me like a vice. She was already so wet, so ready, and I knew it would be a battle to hold back my release.
“Scream for me Dear, as loud as possible when I fuck you” I commanded, my voice thick with lust. Yen Ni nodded, her eyes gleaming with excitement. I positioned myself behind her, gripping her hips tightly. She pushed back against me, her body begging for more as I teased her entrance with the head of my cock. She was insatiable, and I was more than happy to oblige.
With one swift movement, I thrust into her, feeling her warmth envelop me once again. She let out a muffled cry, her face buried in the pillow. I knew she was holding back, savoring the feeling of our bodies joined together. She was mine, completely and utterly, and the thought was almost too much to handle.
I began to move, my hips slamming into her with a ferocity that I hadn’t felt before. The sound of our bodies meeting filled the room, a symphony of passion that was music to my ears. Each thrust brought her closer to the edge, her cries growing louder, more desperate. But I held back, my hand tight around my shaft, determined to give her what she wanted.
Yen Ni’s body was trembling, her breath coming in ragged gasps. I could feel her pussy clenching around me, the muscles of her ass tightening as she approached climax. Her wedding band glinted in the soft light, a stark reminder of the life she had left behind for this moment with me. I leaned down, my teeth grazing her ear. “Cum for me, baby. Cum as loud as you can.”
With a final push, she shattered, her body convulsing with the force of her orgasm. Her scream was muffled by the pillow, but I felt it resonate through her body, through the very core of me. I groaned, my own release building, but I didn’t let go. Instead, I pulled out, my cock still hard and desperate for release.
“You’re mine, Yen Ni. No matter what happens, you’re always going to be mine,” I whispered, my voice thick with emotion. She looked over her shoulder at me, her eyes glazed with passion. “And our child will be ours, a symbol of our love that no one can ever take away.”
With a fierce determination, she pushed me onto my back and straddled me once again, her knees on either side of my hips. Her wet pussy slid down onto my cock, taking me in with ease. The reverse cowgirl position was one of her favorites, allowing her to watch my face as she rode me, to see every flicker of pleasure and love in my eyes.
Yen Ni began to move, her hips rolling in a slow, sensual rhythm that had me groaning with need. She leaned back, her hands on my thighs, her breasts bouncing with every movement. Her dark hair fell around her face, creating a curtain that blocked out the world, leaving only us in our bubble of passion.
Her pussy clenched around me, tight and demanding, as she picked up the pace. The sight of her, riding me with such fervor, was almost too much to bear. I watched as she took control, her body moving in a mesmerizing dance that had me on the edge of ecstasy. The rain outside had stopped, leaving us in a cocoon of silence, broken only by the slap of our bodies and the occasional rumble of distant thunder.
Yen Ni’s breath grew ragged, her eyes locked on mine as she approached her climax. I could feel the tension in her body, the tightening of her muscles as she neared the peak. And then, with a final, powerful thrust, she came, her body shaking with the force of her orgasm.
As she rode the waves of pleasure, I knew I couldn’t hold back any longer. I reached up, my hand finding her hip, and pulled her down onto me, my cock buried deep within her. With one final, desperate push, I came, filling her with my seed once more. The intensity of the moment was overwhelming, a testament to the love we shared despite the chains of her marriage.
As we lay there, our bodies entwined, the weight of our actions settled over us like a warm blanket. The room was filled with the scent of our love, a potent mix of sweat and desire.
Yen Ni’s breathing began to slow, her body relaxing against mine. I could feel her heartbeat gradually return to normal, the pulse at her neck fluttering like a captured bird. The intensity of our lovemaking had left her spent, but her eyes remained open, staring into the darkness as if searching for something beyond the confines of her marriage.
After a few moments, she turned to me, her dark eyes filled with a mix of love and fear. “What have we done?” she whispered, her voice barely audible.
I kissed her forehead, my hand tracing the curve of her jaw. “We’ve given in to what we both want,” I murmured, trying to soothe her. “We’ve created a bond that can never be broken.”
But the words hung in the air, a stark reminder of the lie we were living. For a brief moment, I allowed myself to believe that we could somehow make this work, that our love was strong enough to overcome the obstacles in our path.
Yen Ni curled into me, her head resting on my chest. Her hair was a tangled mess, a testament to the passion we had just shared. She was trying to recover, to find a semblance of peace in the aftermath of our love. I knew I had to give her that time, to let her body heal from the intense union we had just partaken in.
I gently stroked her back, feeling the smoothness of her skin beneath my fingertips. The rain outside had slowed to a gentle patter, almost as if it were trying to console us, whispering that our love was not entirely lost.
As she lay there, her breathing grew more even, her body relaxing into the mattress. I watched her, memorizing every line of her face, every curve of her body. This was a moment I never wanted to forget, a stolen piece of time that was ours alone.
When I was sure she had drifted off to sleep, I carefully extricated myself from her embrace. The room was still, the only sound the soft ticking of the clock on the nightstand. I went to the bathroom to clean up, the cold water on my skin a stark contrast to the heat of our passion.
When I returned, she was lying on her side, her hand resting protectively over her stomach. The sight of her filled me with a fierce possessiveness, a need to protect her from the world that threatened to tear us apart.
I slid back into bed, pulling her closer, her body fitting perfectly against mine. We lay there, our hearts beating in sync, the future a swirling vortex of uncertainty. But for now, in this quiet, stolen moment, we had each other, and that was enough.
Seeing her naked and resting peacefully stirred something primal within me. My hand reached out, finding her breast, and I gently squeezed it, feeling the firmness of her nipple between my thumb and forefinger. Yen Ni stirred, her eyes fluttering open to meet mine. The room was still, save for the soft hum of the air conditioner and the distant echo of the city outside.
Without a word, she rolled onto her side, her back pressing against my chest. Our legs entwined as I slid my arm around her waist, pulling her closer. My cock, still half-hard from our earlier exertions, found its home between her thighs. The feel of her skin against mine was like a warm embrace, a silent reminder of our illicit love.
With a gentle nudge, I entered her again, the sensation of her wetness surrounding me a sweet release. We moved in perfect harmony, her breaths syncing with my own, as if our bodies had a rhythm of their own. Each thrust was a whispered promise, a silent vow that we would find a way to make this work.
The tension grew as we found our rhythm, our movements slow and deliberate. Yen Ni’s hand reached back to grip my thigh, her nails digging in as she pushed back against me. I knew she was close, her body taut with the anticipation of release. I could feel her heart racing, her breaths growing more ragged.
And then she came, her pussy clenching around me in spasms of pleasure. The sound of her moan filled the room, a sweet symphony of passion and need. I continued to fuck her, the feeling of her climax only fueling my own. Her body was a canvas of desire, painted with the strokes of our love.
Yen Ni’s orgasm seemed to go on forever, her body shaking as wave after wave of pleasure crashed over her. When she finally stilled, I felt a sense of peace wash over me, a quiet calm in the eye of the storm that was our love.
I wanted more for myself and I wanted the best for her.
Lifting her legs onto my shoulders, I pushed into her with renewed vigor, the angle hitting her G-spot just right. She gasped, her eyes fluttering closed, and I knew I had found the spot that would drive her wild. The sight of her, open and vulnerable, her legs wrapped around my neck, was almost too much to handle. I felt like a king claiming his queen, a warrior fighting for his right to leave his legacy within her.
Her body was mine to explore, to conquer, and I took that responsibility with a fierce determination. I began to pound into her, my hips moving in a relentless rhythm that had her moaning my name. Her breasts bounced with each thrust, the nipples hard and begging for attention. I leaned down, taking one into my mouth, my teeth grazing the sensitive skin as she arched her back, her body begging for more.
As the tension grew, I could feel the beginnings of my climax building, the pressure in my balls reaching a crescendo. But I held back, savoring the feeling of being inside her, the warmth of her pussy clenching around me.
Yen Ni’s nails dug into my back, leaving little half-moons of pleasure that I felt all the way to my core. She was close, so close, and I wanted to watch her fall apart in my arms. With a final, powerful thrust, I switched positions, moving us into the lotus pose. She was straddling me now, her legs wrapped around my waist, her pussy tight and hungry for release.
The change in angle was electrifying, the sensation of being so deeply connected sending shockwaves through both of us. Her walls tightened around me, her orgasm building with every stroke. I could feel her muscles contracting, could see the desperation in her eyes as she chased that elusive high.
With a roar, I came, my cock pulsing deep within her, filling her with my seed. She threw her head back, her mouth open in a silent scream, her eyes squeezed shut as the waves of pleasure washed over her. I continued to thrust, not wanting the moment to end, not wanting to leave her without making sure she was truly satisfied.
Our bodies were slick with sweat, our hearts racing as we clung to each other. The rain outside had picked up again, the droplets tap-dancing on the windows like a chorus of angels celebrating our union. We were two lost souls, finding refuge in the storm of our love.
The silence that followed was sacred, a testament to the power of our shared release. Yen Ni’s eyes searched mine, looking for reassurance, for a promise that I couldn’t quite give her. But in that moment, all that mattered was the love we had just shared.
Our breaths grew more even, our hearts slowing to a steady rhythm. The storm outside had passed, leaving us in the calm aftermath, the scent of our love hanging heavy in the air.
Yen Ni leaned down, her hair tickling my chest as she kissed me gently. “Thank you,” she whispered, her voice thick with emotion. “For making me feel alive.”
I cradled her in my arms, her body still trembling with the aftershocks of pleasure. I didn’t know what the future held for us, but in that moment, I knew that I would do anything to protect what we had. Our love was a beacon in the dark, a flame that burned hot and fierce despite the world that sought to extinguish it.
The world outside is getting brighter and it time for me to leave her and going back to the real world. I proceeded to the bathroom quietly to clean myself up, not wanting to disturb her in the sleep.
Yen Ni must have heard the sound of the water running because she entered the bathroom just as I was stepping out of the shower. She wrapped her arms around my waist from behind, her wet hair sticking to my skin, her breath hot against my neck. “Don’t go,” she whispered, her voice thick with sleep.
I turned to face her, the water droplets on my body mingling with her tears. Her eyes searched mine, looking for an answer I didn’t have. “I have to,” I said softly, my heart aching with every word. “But I’ll be back. I promise.”
Yen Ni leaned into me, her breasts pressing against my chest. I could feel her heart racing, a silent plea for me to stay. I held her tightly, my hands cupping her face. “I’ll always come back to you,” I promised, my voice low and gruff with emotion.
Our kiss was sweet and desperate, a silent goodbye filled with the promise of more to come. Her hands roamed over my chest, her nails leaving little trails of fire that had me hardening again. I knew I couldn’t stay, but the temptation was almost too much to bear.
Her hand reached down, wrapping around my cock, and she began to stroke me gently. “One more time,” she murmured, her voice a siren’s call that I couldn’t resist. “Before you go.”
With a sigh, I kissed her again, deeper this time, my hands finding their way to her breasts. She moaned into my mouth, her body responding to my touch despite the exhaustion. I lifted her up, her legs wrapping around my waist, and carried her back to the bed.
Laying her down on the mattress, I positioned her in the bridge pose, her legs spread wide, her back arched beautifully. The sight of her pussy, swollen and glistening with desire, was almost too much to handle. I knelt between her legs, my cock standing at attention, ready to claim her once more.
As I entered her, she gasped, her body taut with anticipation. The angle was perfect, allowing me to reach deep within her, to hit every sensitive spot that made her moan. Her fingers dug into the bed, her toes curling with every thrust. The room was filled with the sound of our love, a symphony of desire that was music to my ears.
The bridge position was a declaration of power, a silent shout to the world that she belonged to me. I watched her face, her eyes screwed shut in pleasure, her mouth forming silent cries of ecstasy. Her body was a playground, and I was the master, exploring every inch of her with a hunger that was insatiable.
Yen Ni’s cries grew louder, her hips moving in time with my own. I could feel her muscles tightening around me, her body begging for release. But I held back, my own climax building like a crescendo in a symphony.
Finally, unable to wait any longer, I pulled out and flipped her onto her side. The scissors position was one of her favorites, allowing me to see her face as I pushed into her from behind. She looked at me over her shoulder, her eyes filled with a mix of love and desperation.
Our hips met in a fiery dance, the slap of our bodies filling the room. Her pussy was tight, clenching around me with every movement. The sight of her wedding band glinting in the soft light was a stark reminder of the world outside our bubble, but in this moment, she was mine.
I reached around, my hand finding her clit, and began to rub in slow, deliberate circles. She moaned, her body responding to my touch. The tension grew, our movements becoming more frantic, more urgent. I knew she was close, her breaths coming in short, sharp gasps.
With one final, powerful thrust, I came, my cock pulsing as I shot my biggest load of sperm deep within her womb. The feeling was indescribable, a sense of claiming her that went beyond mere physical pleasure. Her orgasm followed quickly, her body shaking with the intensity of it.
We collapsed onto the bed, our bodies sticky with sweat and passion. The scent of our love filled the room, a tangible reminder of the bond we had just reinforced. We lay there, our hearts pounding in unison, the weight of our actions hanging heavy in the air.
The silence was a balm to my soul, the quiet after the storm that had raged within us. Yen Ni’s breathing grew even, her body relaxing into mine. We had crossed a line, but in that moment, all that mattered was the love we shared.
As we lay there, the reality of the world outside began to seep in, the soft glow of the dawn peeking through the curtains. It was time for me to leave, to face the cold, hard truth of our situation. But for now, we had this stolen moment, a memory to hold onto in the dark times that were sure to come.
With a heavy heart, I slid out of bed, my cock still hard from our love-making. I dressed quickly, my movements robotic as I tried to ignore the ache in my chest. Yen Ni watched me, her eyes filled with a mix of love and fear.
“I’ll always come back to you,” I said, my voice barely above a whisper. “No matter what happens.”
She nodded, a single tear rolling down her cheek. I leaned down, kissing it away, and she whispered, “I know.”
For the next six days, we embraced our love in every corner of her apartment, our bodies speaking a language that transcended words. Each encounter was a silent declaration of our desire to create a life together, a bond that would survive the tumultuous waters of her marriage. We had sex on the kitchen counter, the cold marble a stark contrast to the heat of our bodies. We made love in the living room, our cries of passion echoing off the walls, drowning out the sound of the ticking clock that counted down the moments until her husband’s return.
We fucked in the shower, the water cascading over us as we moved together, our bodies slipping and sliding in a dance of need. I came inside her with every encounter, my sperm mixing with her juices as we hoped and prayed for the spark of life to take hold. We were insatiable, our love a ravenous beast that consumed us both.
On the fifth day, we found ourselves in the guest room, the untouched sanctity of the space a stark reminder of the reality we were trying to ignore. We fucked hard, our bodies slamming together, the bed groaning in protest beneath us. Our movements were desperate, driven by a hunger that could never be fully sated. Afterwards, we lay tangled in the sheets, our breathing ragged, our hearts racing.
Yen Ni looked at me, her eyes filled with a mix of hope and fear. “Do you think it worked?” she asked, her voice trembling.
I took her hand in mine, bringing it to my lips. “Only time will tell,” I murmured, trying to keep the doubt from my voice. “But I believe in us.”
The last day came too soon, and we found ourselves in her bedroom again, the bed that she shared with her husband. We made love slowly, savoring every moment, every touch. Our love was a rebellion, a declaration of war against the constraints that sought to hold us apart.
As we lay together, the tension in the room was palpable. The clock on the nightstand ticked away the seconds, a silent reminder of the future that loomed before us. We were playing with fire, and we both knew it could burn us both.
The final night, we decided to leave no stone unturned. We tried the missionary position, her legs in the air, the most effective way to conceive. The room was lit by candles, casting flickering shadows across her body. Her eyes held mine, a silent plea for this to work.
With each thrust, I filled her with everything I had, my love, my hopes, my dreams. Our bodies moved in unison, a symphony of passion that spoke louder than any words could. And when I came, my seed spilling into her womb, we both held our breath, willing life to take root.
It was a bittersweet moment, a mix of hope and despair. We knew that our actions could lead to consequences that neither of us were prepared to face. But we had made our choice, and now we could only wait and see what fate had in store for us.
The next morning, I kissed her goodbye, the weight of our secret hanging heavily between us. “I’ll be thinking of you,” I said, my voice thick with emotion.
Yen Ni nodded, her eyes shining with unshed tears. “And I love you,” she whispered.
As I walked out of her apartment, the world outside seemed to close in around me. The bright lights of the city were a stark contrast to the warm cocoon of our love. But I held onto the memory of her, the feel of her body, the taste of her kiss, and the hope that we had created something beautiful together.
The week had been a whirlwind of passion and pain, a dance on the edge of a cliff. But as I stepped into the elevator, I knew that our story was far from over. The future was uncertain, but our love was not. We had planted a seed of hope, and now we had to wait for it to grow, regardless of the storms that would surely come our way.
For the next two months, our weekly rendezvous became a ritual, a sacred escape from the mundane. We would find ourselves in a secluded corner of the city, our love a beacon in the darkness. Sometimes it was the backseat of my car, the leather sticking to our sweat-soaked skin as we fucked with an urgency that was almost painful. Other times, we’d rent a hotel room, the anonymity of the space giving us the freedom to lose ourselves in each other.
Each time, we’d make love with the same intensity, the same desperation. Her moans would fill the car, the sound of our passion echoing through the deserted streets. Or in the hotel, our cries of pleasure would mingle with the muffled sounds of the city outside, a secret symphony that only we could hear.
And every week, she’d take a pregnancy test, her eyes filled with hope that grew with every negative result. We’d make love again, slower this time, our bodies a silent prayer for the life we longed to create. The tension grew with each passing day, our love a tightrope stretched thin over the abyss of doubt.
But finally, after eight long weeks, she called me, her voice trembling with excitement. “I’m pregnant,” she whispered, and the world stopped spinning for a moment. The gravity of her words hit me like a sledgehammer, the reality of our love made flesh. We had done it, we had defied the odds and created a bond that could never be broken.
In the hotel room that had become our sanctuary, we celebrated with tears and kisses, our bodies entwined in a dance of joy. The fear of what was to come was still there, lurking in the shadows, but for now, we had this moment. Our love had borne fruit, a secret shared between us that no one else could ever understand.
The next two months were a blur of stolen moments and secret glances. Our love grew with each passing week, our bodies a canvas for our desires. We’d meet in the car, the hotel, anywhere we could find a semblance of privacy. Each time, I’d fill her with my cum, each orgasm a silent declaration of our love and our hopes for the future.
And then, the day came when she called me, her voice trembling with excitement. “I’m pregnant,” she whispered, and the world around me went still. Our love had done what we’d hoped, what we’d dreamed. A life was growing inside her, a testament to our forbidden love.
In the hotel room that had become a fortress of passion, we held each other tightly, the reality of our situation finally sinking in. The walls felt thinner, the air heavier with the weight of our secret. But in that moment, all that mattered was the life we had created together, the love that had brought us to this point.
The tension grew with each visit, each whispered word of love a declaration of war against the world that sought to tear us apart. Our stolen moments in the car, the hotel room, were the only sanctuary we had. But we were ready to face whatever came next, hand in hand, our hearts bound by a love that was stronger than any marriage vow.
The next phase of our journey was about to begin, and we knew it would not be easy. But as we lay there, our bodies tangled in the aftermath of our love, we knew that we would face it together. Our love had given us a child, a reason to fight, and we would not let it go without a fight.
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