The rest of the day passed in a blur of anticipation. The thought of being with Madison again, of feeling her softness against him, made him uncomfortably anxious. It had been a very long time since he’d been with someone new, and the novelty of it all was both nerve wracking and exhilarating.

Jon decided that a bottle of wine and flowers might be a thoughtful gesture and a good way to keep busy. He jumped in his truck and drove to a nearby store. The task of choosing a wine and bouquet felt surreal, like he was in a movie playing a part he never auditioned for.

As he approached the checkout, he realized he had forgotten the a crucial item for the evening; Condoms. As he ducked into the pharmacy aisle, he spotted a sleek black box that claimed to be the thinnest available, listing promises of intimacy, as if the barrier between them could somehow be made to feel almost nonexistent. He ignored the cashier’s smirk as he placed it on the counter. The clinking of the bottles and rustle of the flowers suddenly seemed far too loud, echoing through the store like a declaration of his infidelity.

Back at the Airbnb, he took a moment to inspect the master bedroom for the first time with nervous anticipation. The walls were a dark plum shade that seemed to swallow the light, giving the room an air of intimate secrecy. The king-sized bed looked like an altar of seduction, with its velvet covered headboard, plush pillows and a duvet that whispered of passionate nights. He tried to imagine what it would be like to share the space with Madison. The bed, so invitingly vast, was like a canvas yearning for a masterpiece of love to unfold upon it.

Jon placed the box of condoms on the nightstand, an unmistakable reminder of the line he was intending to cross. He had never felt this nervous before sex, not even before his first time. But this wasn’t just about fulfilling a carnal need; it was about connecting with someone who truly saw him, who understood him.

Finally, at half past 11, the text appeared.

"Hey, hope ur still awake?"

The sight of her message sent a chill down his spine. He tried to play it cool despite his racing heart.

"Wide awake” he replied.

Madison's response was swift, "see u in 20 🙂.”

This was really happening. He rushed to the bathroom to splash some water on his face, trying to calm his nerves and regain his composure. The mirror reflected a man on the edge of a cliff, about to jump into an abyss of forbidden passion and desire; and something else – a spark of excitement that hadn’t been there in a very long time.

The soft knock at the front door was like the sweetest melody to his ears. He took one final deep breath before opening it. There Madison stood, looking at him with those piercing blue eyes that could see right through him. Her cheeks flushed with a mix of excitement and nerves, her plump lips painted a soft pink that made his heart stutter in his chest.

Jon stepped aside, inviting her in with a nod, his eyes taking in her attire as she walked past. To Jon’s surprise, Madison was wearing a grey sweatshirt and sweatpants. He had been playing this moment out in his mind for the past few hours, and each time he had imagined her in something a bit more revealing. Jon was hardly disappointed though, and he noticed her hair and makeup were done to perfection, a strangely alluring contrast to her attire. I

He extended the bouquet of flowers with trembling hands, as if he was about to hand her his very soul. Madison’s eyes lit up, a mix of surprise and delight, her cheeks flushing a deeper shade of pink. With a soft smile, she brought them to her nose to inhale their sweet scent. “They’re lovely, Jon,” she said, her voice barely above a whisper. “Thank you.”

Her eyes met his, the unspoken understanding hanging between them like a silent promise. He cleared his throat, trying to sound as nonchalant as possible. “I also picked up a bottle of wine,” he said, nodding towards the counter where the wine bottles sat, gleaming in the soft lamplight. “Would you like a glass?” The question was innocent enough, but the air between them crackled with the electricity of the moment.

Madison nodded, her voice still soft. “That would be nice,” she said, following him to the kitchen. The tension was palpable, thick and heavy like a velvet curtain. As Jon opened the wine, the cork popped loudly, making them both jump. They shared a nervous laugh, the sound filling the silence of anticipation.

He poured two glasses, handing one to Madison. She took a sip, watching him over the rim, her eyes never leaving his. The way she looked at him made his knees wobble. “You’re really sweet, Jon,” she murmured, her eyes full of warmth and affection. The way she said his name sent a shiver down his spine. He took a sip of his wine, trying to calm the storm raging within him.

“I actually got you something too,” her voice a soft, seductive whisper. Jon raised a brow, his curiosity piqued. “What is it?” he asked, his voice gruff with desire.

Madison stepped closer, and with a gentle tug at the collar of her sweatshirt, she revealed a tantalizing glimpse of black lace peeking out from underneath. The sight was like a lightning bolt to Jon’s arousal, and suddenly it dawned on him that her casual attire was concealing something far more enticing.

Jon’s eyes widened, and he felt the blood rush to his face as Madison’s giggle filled the room. Her playfulness was infectious, and despite his nerves, he found himself smiling back at her. The tension between them grew, a potent cocktail of excitement and nervousness that made every movement feel like a dance of seduction.

"I hope it’s not too much," Madison said, her voice a delicate mix of innocence and provocation. She held his gaze as she took another sip of wine, her eyes sparkling with mischief. The question hung in the air, a silent challenge that Jon couldn’t resist. "No, not at all," he replied, his voice thick with desire. His imagination raced with images of what lay beneath, his heart pounding in anticipation.

As Madison leaned back against the counter, sipping her wine and watching him intently, Jon found himself unable to resist the urge to ask, "What did you tell Chris you were doing tonight?" She had been waiting for him to bring it up, the question lurking just beneath the surface of their conversation.

"I told him I was going out to meet up with a friend," she said, her voice soft and steady. "He doesn't ask me questions like that anymore. Not the kind he thinks he doesn’t want the answers to." The weight of her words settled in the room, hinting at the unspoken understanding between them.

"Chris said…if this ever happened, you and I…that he'd rather not know," she whispered. “That it would be easier that way." The revelation hung in the air, a stark reminder of the complex dynamics of their situation.

Jon nodded, his throat tight with a mix of emotions. "He told me something similar," he added. The conversation he had with Chris weeks ago played in his mind, a blur of words that had felt like insanity at the time. But now, only weeks later here Jon was, with Madison, about to do what not long ago seemed unthinkable.

Madison’s face turned to one of concern, that Jon was having second thoughts not only about the evening, but about her. “I really do love him, Jon,” she remarked almost defensively.

Jon felt a sudden pang of guilt, realizing he had made her feel like she needed to justify herself. “Of course, I know you do. I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to imply anything or put you on the spot” Jon replied with a regretful sincerity.

Madison’s shoulders relaxed, and she took another step closer to him, setting her wine glass aside. “Are you having second thoughts, Jon?” The question hung in the air like a fine thread, threatening to snap under the weight of any doubt.

“No, absolutely not,” Jon replied quickly, trying to sound convincing. He knew he had to be clear with her, to show her that he was all-in on this with her.

Madison’s eyes searched his, looking for any hint of hesitation. She took a step closer, closing the distance between them until her body was pressed against his. Her hands slid around his waist, and she tipped her head up, her full lips just inches away. “If you need me to convince you, Jon, I can do that, you know,” she said in a tone that was a symphony of seduction.

Jon’s heart began to race, his pulse pounding in his ears as Madison’s eyes looked up at him with an innocence that belied her intentions. He could feel the heat of her body through his shirt, the softness of her breasts against his chest. "Well...I might need a little convincing," he replied playfully, his voice a hoarse whisper.

With a mischievous smirk, Madison took a step back, her hands going to the hem of her sweatshirt. She pulled it up slowly, revealing her flat stomach and the swell of her breasts. The fabric slid over her head, and she let it fall to the floor with a whisper. She wore a black lacy bra that cupped her breasts perfectly, pushing them up and exaggerating her cleavage in a way that made Jon’s mouth go dry, his eyes drinking in every inch of her exposed skin.

Her fingers danced down to the waistband of her sweatpants, and with a playful wiggle of her hips, she pushed them down. As they pooled around her ankles, she stepped out of them, revealing the matching set of lingerie that had been hidden beneath. Madison’s legs looked like they went on forever, encased in black lace top stockings that were held up by a garter belt that only exaggerated the curve of her hips. Jon had always had a thing for thigh-high stockings, and the sight of them on Madison was like a sucker punch to the gut that left him breathless.

"Holy fuck..." Jon blurted, mesmerized at the sight of her. Madison’s sex appeal was heart stopping, her youthful beauty an enthralling contrast against the maturity of her seductive actions. She looked at him, her eyes gleaming with a mix of excitement and challenge. She was daring him to look away, to resist the temptation that she offered so openly. But Jon was far past the point of no return.

Madison closed the distance between them again, her breasts brushing against his chest as she reached up to cup his face with her hands. Her touch was firm, as if she was claiming him, marking him as hers for the night. "You like it?" she whispered, her voice a seductive purr. "It's new. I’ve been waiting to wear for you."

Her words sent a thrill through Jon's body, and he knew there was no turning back. He leaned in and kissed her, his hands sliding around her waist to pull her closer. Her kiss was hungry, desperate, and it matched his own need. Madison's tongue lead his in a dance of desire that had been building between them for far too long.

Madison broke the kiss and stepped away with a quiet giggle, her eyes sparkling with excitement. She picked up the wine glasses from the counter, her movements deliberately slow and sensuous. She began to walk toward the hallway, her hips swaying with each step. She glanced over her shoulder at Jon, her gaze a silent invitation for him to follow. The sight of her in that sexy lingerie was magnetic, and he felt his inhibitions crumble like sand in his hands.

He trailed her to the master bedroom, his eyes never leaving the curve of her ass as it swayed with each step. Madison paused at the doorway, her hand on the light switch. She looked back at him, a question in her eyes. He nodded, and she flicked the lights on. The dark walls of the room muted the light into in a sensual, golden glow, highlighting the king sized bed that was now the center of their universe.

Jon’s thoughts swirled with a mix of awe and disbelief. Madison was, he knew without a doubt now, the most attractive woman he had ever seen. Her beauty was not just physical; it was an all-encompassing presence that filled the room, a potent blend of youthful vitality and a knowing maturity that made his heart race and his palms sweat. As she moved through the space, each gesture and curve was like a masterpiece painted before his very eyes, and he couldn't help but feel as though he was unworthy to gaze upon her. The way the light played across her skin, highlighting the contours of her body, made him feel like he was in the presence of something divine.

Madison’s smile grew wider as she caught Jon’s eyes lingering on her. She knew she had him hooked, and she loved the effect she had on him. With a playful giggle, she took his hand and pulled him from the doorway toward the bed, her eyes sparkling with excitement.

Her back hit the mattress with a gentle bounce, and she tugged him down on top of her, her legs wrapping around him in a silent demand for his closeness. The warmth of her body seeped into him, making his skin feel alive with desire. He hovered over her, propped up on his arms, trying to catch his breath.

Without missing a beat, Madison’s hands went to the hem of Jon’s t-shirt and started to lift it up. Her touch was feather-light, teasing him as the fabric inched upward, revealing the hair on his chest and the faint scent of the body wash she had brought him. Her eyes lit up as his stomach muscles tightened in response to her gentle touch. Her fingers traced the lines of his abs, and he couldn’t help but let out a soft groan.

Madison’s gaze grew hungry as she took in the sight of him, her eyes traveling from his face down to his chest, lingering on each muscle. She had seen him shirtless just a few hours prior, but this was different. This time, she wasn’t just looking; she had permission to touch, to explore. Her hands roamed over his skin, mapping out every inch of his torso with a gentle reverence that made him feel like the most desired man on Earth.

Jon’s mouth found hers again, and their kiss grew deeper, more urgent. His hands slipped down to the clasp of her bra, fumbling slightly with the unfamiliar latch. Madison chuckled softly against his lips, reaching behind her to unhook it for him.

As the garment fell away, her breasts were revealed in all their glory, smaller but perfectly perky and perfectly proportioned on her delicate frame. Just as he had imagined countless times, her nipples were a soft pink, peaked with arousal, begging to be touched. His eyes devoured her, taking in every detail as if he had never seen a woman before.

With trembling hands, Jon traced the swell of Madison’s breasts, his thumbs lightly brushing her nipples, feeling them pebble under his touch. Madison’s breath hitched, and she arched her back, offering herself to him. He leaned down, his mouth watering as he took in her scent, a sweet mix of vanilla and lust. His lips met her skin, kissing a trail down her chest to the sensitive bud of her right nipple.

As his tongue circled and teased, Madison’s moan grew louder, echoing through bedroom. Her hand found the back of his head, guiding him as he took more of her into his mouth. He suckled gently at first, savoring the taste of her, feeling her body respond to his touch. Her hips began to rock against his, the friction of their bodies building the tension between them.

Madison’s hands moved from his head to his shoulders, then slid down his back, feeling the tension in his muscles. She reached for the button of his jeans, her movements deliberate and sure. Her trembling fingers deftly unbuttoned and unzipped his fly, revealing the bulge of his arousal straining against his boxer briefs.

Madison confidently slipped her hand underneath the waistband of his underwear, her delicate fingers wrapping softy around his hardened length, making Jon suck in a sharp breath. Jon’s mind immediately flashed back to that night in her Range Rover, the last time she had a hold of him like this. His body reacted immediately, his arms weakening, his knees threatening to buckle. It was all he could do to keep himself upright, the intensity of her touch like a jolt of electricity.

Her hand began to move, the soft strokes sending waves of pleasure through his body as she watched the reactions on his face intently. Madison’s grip was so gentle, a sensual caress of his cock, her soft strokes using a pulling motion that mimicked the act of penetration. Her touch felt so deliciously gentle, so feminine, yet it was filled with a power that made him tremble with need.

But Jon’s mind was racing. He didn’t want this to end too quickly. He hadn’t been with anyone but his wife in years, and the thought of coming so soon in Madison’s hand like a teenager was more than a little mortifying. With a gentle moan, he reached down and stopped her hand.

Her eyes searched his, a hint of confusion flashing across her features, but she complied, her hand lingering on his shaft before she pulled away. “Sorry, was I doing it wrong?” she asked, a genuine note of concern in her voice.

Jon swallowed, his cheeks flushing a deep red. “No, no, not at all. I just don’t want to...you know...I think I got a little too excited.” He stumbled over his words, trying to articulate his feelings without sounding like a complete novice. Madison’s eyes widened, and she bit her lower lip, a look of understanding dawning on her face.

“I’m sorry, I just...it’s been a long time since I’ve been with someone new,” Jon confessed, his voice shaking slightly with embarrassment. “And the way you look, the way you’re touching me, it’s all just…I’m having a bit of a hard time, with, you know…”. Jon looked away, his gaze avoiding hers, concerned now he was blowing this before it ever started.

“Shhhh, Jon, it’s okay,” Madison soothed, her voice as smooth as silk. She reached up and placed a gentle finger on his lips, silencing his stumbling apology. Her smile was understanding, a warm embrace that seemed to envelop him, making him feel less like a clumsy fool and more like a man who was simply overwhelmed by the beauty laid before him. Madison’s eyes sparkled with a knowing affection, and Jon felt his chest loosen, his breathing evening out. He hadn’t realized just how much he had been holding onto a fear of inadequacy until she shushed him like that, the way a mother might quiet a fussy baby. It was disarming and incredibly comforting all at once.

Her giggle was low and sexy, a sound that made him feel like he had just been let in on a secret. “Jon, I’ve been seducing you for months now. It’s not surprising that you’re more than a little pent up over me,” she said, her voice a gentle purr that seemed to stroke every nerve ending in his body. She was right, of course. He had been fantasizing about her for so long, her touch alone had his body practically begging for release.

Madison sat up on the bed, her breasts bouncing slightly with the motion, and pushed Jon’s chest gently. “Just lay back, Jon. Let me take care of you,” she instructed, her voice a soft command that he couldn’t help but obey. He complied, sinking into the plush pillows, his eyes never leaving hers.

With a grace that seemed almost divine, Madison straddled his hips, her knees pressing into the bed on either side of him. She leaned over, her breasts brushing against his chest, and took his hand in hers. She brought it to the fabric of her lace panties, her eyes still holding his, and pressed his fingers firmly against her.

Jon’s eyes widened at the contact. The lace fabric was drenched with her wetness, and he could feel the heat of her arousal through the fabric. “Can you feel that? What you do to me?” Madison purred, her voice a seductive whisper that sent shivers down his spine. He nodded, his breath hitching in his throat as he felt her essence coat his fingers. “You make me like this Jon. Every time you look at me like that.”

Madison reached toward the box of condoms that Jon had left on the nightstand, the presence of it a reminder of the gravity of what they were about to do. She picked it up, holding it between two fingers, and held it up to him.

Her gesture was a silent question, one that Jon understood perfectly. He nodded, his throat dry, and Madison’s smile grew wider, a hint of mischief playing in her eyes. She tore open the box with a quiet confidence that made Jon’s heart race even faster. She took out one of the condoms, the foil of the wrapper shimmering in the soft light.

Jon watched as Madison’s hand moved to the waistband of her lacy underwear, her eyes never leaving his. She slid the fabric down her thighs, revealing the glistening wetness between her legs. The sight was almost too much for him to handle, but he managed to keep his composure as she opened and rolled the condom onto him, her eyes locked on his, her touch gentle but sure.

Madison’s gaze searched his one last time, looking for any hint of doubt or hesitation. But all she found was a mirror to her own desire, a hunger that had been simmering just below the surface for what felt like forever. With a gentle nod, Jon affirmed his commitment to this moment, to her, and she knew that he was all in.

Madison gracefully lowered herself onto him, her wetness coating his sheathed length as she took him in inch by agonizing inch. The sensation was overwhelming for both of them. Madison’s eyes fluttered shut, and a soft gasp escaped her lips as she felt his girth stretch her, filling her in a way that was both new and exquisitely familiar. Her pussy clenched around him, welcoming him into the warmth and wetness that had been building for months for this exact moment.

For Jon, the feeling was indescribable. Even thru the barrier of the condom, the sensation of being inside Madison was unlike anything he had ever felt before. Her tightness was like a silk vise, a velvety grip that seemed to pulse around him with every beat of her heart. He could feel her warmth, the way her body melded to his own as if she had been made for him and him alone.

Madison leaned down, her breasts pressing against his chest as she claimed his mouth with a passion that left him breathless. Her kiss was deep, her tongue dancing with his as if they were sharing a secret that only the two of them could understand. Her hips began to move, a gentle rocking that grew more urgent with each passing moment.

Jon’s grip dug into her hips as he tried to hold on to the last shreds of his self-control. Madison’s movements began to grow more confident, more deliberate. Her breath hitched in her throat, her eyes fluttering shut as she leaned into the sensation of their bodies joined as one.

Her hips rolled in a way that was entirely unfamiliar to him, a sensual dance that seemed to come naturally to her. It was as if she had been born to do this, to make a man feel like he was the center of the universe. With each stroke of her hips, Jon’s toes curled, and he had to bite his lip to keep from shouting out his pleasure. It was a feeling that was almost too intense to handle, like a storm that had been building for weeks, finally breaking over him in waves of ecstasy.

Madison’s movements grew more deliberate, her breath quickening as she watched the reactions play out across Jon’s face. His eyes were wide, his grip on her hips tightening as if he was trying to hold on to her, to keep her there forever. She could feel him thicken inside her, his body responding to the rhythm she had set. It was intoxicating, a power that she hadn’t felt in a long time, and she reveled in it.

Leaning in closer, Madison flipped her hair to one side, allowing it to cascade over Jon’s face like a curtain of silk. The scent of her luscious hair filled his nostrils, a sweet floral fragrance that seemed to encapsulate all of her allure. She began to kiss him, her soft, plump lips brushing against his neck and jawline, leaving a trail of heat and desire in their wake.

“I’ve waited so long to feel you inside of me, Jon. And now I don’t want to let you go,” Madison whispered softly into Jon’s ear. Her words sent a jolt of electricity down his spine, and the anticipation that had been building for what felt like an eternity coalesced into a singular, undeniable force. The sensation of an impending orgasm hit him like a wave, a crescendo that rolled off her lips and crashed into his soul.

Jon’s eyes snapped open, and he stared up at the ceiling, his heart hammering in his chest. The room swam around him, the reality of the moment crashing down like a thunderous applause. “Oh fuck, Madison, wait, slow down,” he pleaded, his voice strained with a mix of ecstasy and a renewed fear of losing control too soon.

Madison did not slow down, continuing at the same exact pace. Jon looked up at her, and she looked down at him, locking eyes as she began to grind him even deeper inside of her. “Madison wait, you’re going to make me cum,” Jon warned.

But again, Madison did not wait or slow down, instead she simply nodded at Jon, her smile morphing into something more sultry, more knowing. It was a smile that seemed to say she knew exactly what she was doing to him, and that she was going to drive him to the edge of sanity and beyond. Her hips began to roll faster, her movements more deliberate, and Jon could feel the tension coiling in his abdomen. He was on the brink, and she knew it.

Her breasts bounced with the rhythm she set, the sight of her bouncing on top of him a visual symphony of beauty and desire that was almost too much to take in. Jon’s eyes were locked on her, his body responding instinctively to her every movement. He felt his orgasm building, the sensation like a volcano ready to erupt.

“Madison, I’m serious. You’re going to make me cum!” he gasped, his voice a mix of desperation and pleasure.

Madison’s eyes remained locked on his, a smoldering gaze that seemed to reach into his soul. “Yes, Jon. Yes I am,” she purred confidently, her movements not faltering for a second. The heat in her eyes was a silent declaration, that she was in complete control and that she knew exactly how to push him over the edge.

With a guttural groan, Jon’s body tensed, and he felt the first spurt of his climax fill the condom. Madison’s name was a litany on his lips, a prayer and a curse as he gave in to the sensation that had been building since their first kiss. Her eyes never left his, her smile widening as she watched him come undone.

“That’s it, Jon. That’s it. Just let it out,” Madison encouraged, her hips moving in a slow, deliberate circle that seemed to coax the very last drops of his seed from him. Her voice was a sweet symphony, a gentle urging that Jon could feel resonating through his very bones.

Madison couldn’t take her eyes off of Jon. The way he looked up at her as he came apart at the seams, feeling him tremble underneath her, the raw vulnerability in his eyes in that moment, sent her own orgasm barreling toward her like a runaway freight train.

Her body tightened around his, her inner muscles contracting with the power of a vice grip, the sensation of his warmth inside of her setting off a chain reaction that started at her core and exploded outward. Madison threw her head back, her eyes squeezing shut as she let out a guttural moan that seemed to come from someplace deep and primal. Her hips bucked against him, her body seeking out every last bit of friction as the waves of pleasure washed over her.

Jon’s eyes never left hers, even as his own orgasm subsided. The look of pure ecstasy on Madison’s face was something he had never seen on her face before, something that was as beautiful as it was terrifying. It was a look that told him that she had felt every bit of what he had, that she had been just as lost in the moment as he had been.

For a few moments, there was only the sound of their ragged breathing filling the room. The air was thick with the scent of sex and sweat, a heady aroma that seemed to cling to their skin like a second layer of warmth. Madison’s chest heaved with each breath she took, her breasts rising and falling against his own. The room was silent except for their hearts, which seemed to be beating in perfect unison.

As Madison’s breathing evened out, she leaned down, her face a picture of pure contentment. She began to place soft, lingering kisses on Jon’s cheeks, his eyes, his forehead, and his nose. Each kiss was like a butterfly landing, a gentle press of her lips that seemed to hold a silent promise of more to come. It was a tender worship that Jon had never felt before, not even from his own wife.

“Can you stay like this for a little while?” Madison whispered, her voice barely a breath against his ear. The question was loaded with meaning, a plea for him to remain inside her, to keep their connection as tight and unbroken as it had been in that moment of ecstasy. Jon nodded, his eyes still closed, his body still shaking from the aftershocks of his orgasm.

When he finally found his voice, the words that came out were barely coherent. “Madison, that was...I don’t even know how to...” He trailed off, his voice thick with emotion. Madison giggled, a sweet sound that seemed to resonate in the quiet of the room. She leaned in and kissed him again, her tongue sliding against his in a way that made his toes curl.

Slowly, Madison pulled away, gently sliding off him and onto the ruffled sheets. She laid her body against his, tucking her head into the crook of his shoulder, her breath warm and steady against his neck. For a moment, Jon couldn’t believe that this was happening, that he was here, lying naked with this goddess of a woman, their bodies still entwined.

Her fingertips began to dance along his chest, tracing the lines of his muscles with the lightest of touches. It was a gentle exploration, as if she were memorizing the contours of him, the landscape of his body that she had just claimed so fiercely. Each caress sent shivers down his spine, his body still humming with the aftermath of their passion.

Madison’s voice was soft, a gentle whisper that seemed to float in the air around them. “Jon, are you still okay?” There was a hint of concern in her tone, a question that was both genuine and loaded with the weight of their shared secret. Jon’s eyes fluttered open, and he looked down at her, her face a picture of serene beauty in the soft glow of the bedside lamp.

He nodded, his voice thick with emotion. “More than okay, Madison. Way more than okay.” The words were a declaration, a confession that seemed to hang in the air. He was more than okay. He was alive in a way that he hadn’t felt in years, and it was all because of her.

Surprise washed over Jon as he realized that the only feelings he had in that moment were for the woman laying next to him. There was no anger toward the wife who had betrayed him, no sadness for the marriage that was falling apart. It was as if all those emotions had been erased, replaced by a warm contentment, a satisfaction that seemed to seep into every pore of his being. At least for the time being. It was a feeling that was both surprising and liberating, a revelation that only made Madison seem even more mesmerizing.

Madison, sensing the shift in his demeanor, leaned up on one elbow and brushed a lock of his hair away from his forehead with a tenderness that was nurturing. "Jon, can we talk?" she asked, her voice soft and gentle, a stark contrast to the passionate cries from moments before. The way she said it sent a jolt through him, and he realized that he was ready to hear whatever it was she had to say. He nodded, his voice a gravelly rumble in his chest.

Her eyes searched his, looking for some sort of answer to a question he hadn't even realized she was asking. "I know you have a lot to deal with, with... everything that's happened with Andrea. But I just want you to know how I feel." Her voice was tremulous, the words spilling out like a confession that had been held in for too long.

"I don't want this to be the last time we spend time alone together," Madison confessed, her eyes never leaving his. “The way it feels being with you like this, Jon…”. Madison paused, her eyes seeming to well with emotion. “I need you,” she finished with a vulnerability that caught Jon off guard.

Her words hung in the air, a silent plea that resonated deep within him. It was as if she had reached into his chest and pulled out the very essence of his turmoil. The truth was, deep down he had wanted this as much as she did, and he didn’t want it to be the last time either. "I need you too, Madison," he murmured, his voice thick with the weight of his emotions.

Madison’s eyes searched his, looking for some sign of what was to come. "I don't care what you decide to do with... with her," she began, her voice trembling slightly. "I just want you to know that I can be here for you. Whatever happens, I don’t want this to stop. I want to keep seeing you."

Jon felt a thrill of excitement mixed with a shot of terror. He knew that he was playing with fire, that this rendezvous with his best friend's wife was a dance with disaster. But as he looked into Madison's eyes, he realized that he was already burned. He was hooked on her, and there was no going back. The thought of not seeing her again was like the thought of never feeling the warmth of the sun on his skin again.

"I want that too," Jon confessed. It was a declaration that seemed to echo in the room, a promise that he knew he could not break. Madison’s eyes lit up at his words, a spark of hope that seemed to drive the last vestiges of doubt away. Her hand reached for his, their fingers lacing together in a silent pact of understanding.

Then, with a sudden jolt of levity, Jon couldn’t help but break the tension. “I can’t believe you shushed me,” he teased, his voice filled with playful incredulity. Madison’s eyes widened for a moment before a bubble of laughter escaped her, light and free, filling the room with a sound that seemed to make everything I appear brighter and more vibrant.

“Don’t lie, you liked it,” she retorted, her voice a sultry purr that sent a shiver down his spine. The smirk that played on her lips was infectious, and soon he found himself laughing along with her, the sound mingling with their heavy breaths.

Jon’s laughter grew, a deep, hearty chuckle that filled the room. Madison’s eyes twinkled with mischief as she watched him. “I never thought I’d enjoy being shushed during sex, but you’re right. Somehow when you do it, it’s hot,” he admitted, his cheeks flushing slightly with the admission. Madison’s smirk grew into a full-blown smile, her blue eyes lighting up like stars in the night sky.

Her curiosity piqued, Madison leaned in closer, her bare skin brushing against his. “What else did I do that was hot, Jon?” she whispered, her breath a warm caress against his neck.

Jon couldn’t help but laugh to himself at her question. “Where do I even start. How about everything? Literally everything about you is so hot it boggles my mind,” Jon said incredulously. Jon’s answer elicited a belly laugh from Madison, and her smile grew brighter as she wiggled her body against Jon’s. “I’m serious Jon,” she said, still giggling. “I want to know all the things you like.”

Jon turned to Madison with a raised brow. “I’m serious too!” Jon shot back. “Madison, I’m not kidding. Objectively, you are the hottest thing I’ve ever seen in my life. I can’t even look in your direction without getting weak in the knees. The way you touch me, your scent that I can’t ever get out of my head. And those blue eyes of yours, Madison…..fuck. I feel like I’m hypnotized when you look at me, and I can’t do anything to stop it. Oh, and when you got on top of me…the way you moved your hips…..that was just…..I don’t know what that was, Madison you are some kind of sex goddess i swear,” Jon continued, until he was interrupted by Madison’s lips crashing into his, her tongue slipping deftly into his mouth.

Her kiss was urgent and demanding, as if she was claiming him all over again. Madison’s lips kissed down his chin and neck with a hunger that seemed insatiable. It was as if she was trying to devour him, to consume him in a way that would leave no doubt that he belonged to her. Jon was entirely caught off guard, the sensation of her lips sending chills thru his body, causing him to chuckle involuntarily.

As Madison’s lips moved down his stomach, she pulled down the bed sheets covering Jon, exposing his now limp cock. Without hesitation, her hand wrapped around it and began to pump, a vastly different touch than the gentle one she had used just a short while ago.

Jon let out a nervous laugh as he gently protested. “Madison wait, I just came. I’m 41, it doesn’t work like that, you’re going to have to give me a little more time to recover before…”.

Madison seemed to either be deaf to Jon’s words, or decided to ignore him entirely, as she dove down onto him, taking his limp cock into her mouth, while still stroking the base with her hand.

The suddenness and unexpectedness of it startled Jon, his eyes suddenly wide open as he protested louder this time, putting a hand on her shoulder as he tried to sit up in the bed. “Whoa, whoa, Madison…seriously you’re going to have to give me a little bit of…” Jon’s train lf thought was interrupted by an unexpected slurping sound, and a sensation that Madison was creating with her tongue that made Jon fall back down onto the bed immediately.

“Ohh….oh my…oh my god…” spilled from Jon’s mouth, no longer an ounce of protest in his tone. Whatever Madison was doing to him with her mouth, he had never felt anything like it in his life, and the sensation was nothing short of exquisite. She had only been down there for maybe 20 seconds, and somehow she already had Jon almost rock hard again, his eyes rolling back as her head bobbed up and down.

“Oh my god…Madison…what are you doing to me…”. Jon said, sounding almost out of breath. Her pace continued, and suddenly Jon felt her fingertips on his balls, softly teasing them as her mouth worked its magical spell on his throbbing shaft.

“Oh my god…babe…I’m gonna cum…you’re going to make me cum again….oh fuck…” Jon cried out, his hips bucking as Madison’s mouth and hand worked him over. He felt the familiar tension coiling in his abdomen, the same feeling that had taken him over the edge just moments ago. It was astonishing to him that she was doing it again, so soon. It was like nothing he’d ever experienced before, and he couldn’t hold on.

Madison looked up at him with those piercing blue eyes, a smirk playing on her lips, and then she took him in deeper, her throat tightening around his cock as she swallowed him whole. With a final, desperate thrust, Jon came again, his body shuddering as he emptied himself into her throat. She took it all, never breaking eye contact, never faltering in her rhythm, until every last drop had been wrung from him.

When she finally pulled away, her face was flushed and her lips were swollen. She licked her lips with a satisfied smack, and Jon felt a rush of something he couldn’t quite name. It was a mix of awe and desire, a feeling that he was in way over his head with this woman. Madison climbed back up the bed, straddling him once more, her breasts bouncing gently with the movement.

“Jesus fucking Christ, Madison…how did you do that?” Jon asked, his pupils wide, his breathing still heavy.

Madison smiled, running her fingers thru her hair. “You make me want to do that, Jon,” she said, her voice thick with satisfaction. Her confidence in bed was intimidating, while at the same time the most alluring fucking thing Jon had ever seen. It was like watching an expert musician play their instrument, except Jon was her instrument.