My Cheating Husband's Karma

Shayla

Feeling a knot of apprehension in my stomach, I made my way to Chris's room, determined to apologize for the tension between us. I raised my hand to knock, but there was no answer. Tentatively, I turned the doorknob, finding it unlocked. Peeking inside, I called out softly, "Chris?"

As I stepped into the room, my eyes wandered around, taking in the sight of his belongings scattered throughout. A bookshelf caught my attention, filled to the brim with books of all genres, a testament to his diverse interests. One half of the room seemed lived in, with clothes strewn about and personal items scattered on the bedside table. The other half appeared barren and scarcely decorated, a stark contrast to the cozy chaos of the rest of the space.

But it was the sight of the king-sized bed that drew my attention the most. My imagination began to wander, wondering what Chris wore to bed, if he wore anything at all. The thought sent a shiver down my spine, and I quickly pushed the enticing image from my mind, focusing instead on the reason I was there—to make amends and clear the air between us. I heard the bathroom door open and I slowly turned around, and nearly froze at the sight before me

Shit.

This was going to be harder than I thought.

As I watched Chris step out of the bathroom, his muscular frame glistening with droplets of water, clad only in a towel, a wave of desire washed over me. In an instant, my mind was consumed by a daydream, where his touch set my skin ablaze and his lips trailed fiery kisses along every inch of my body. I imagined the electrifying sensation of his hands exploring my curves, the heat of his breath against my skin as he whispered sweet nothings in my ear. Lost in the fantasy, I yearned for his embrace, craving the passionate connection that I knew existed between us, a connection that transcended friendship and ignited a fiery desire within me. But before I could surrender completely to the intoxicating vision, Chris's voice calling my name shattered the illusion, bringing me back to reality with a jolt. Flustered and flushed with embarrassment, I quickly averted my gaze, hoping he hadn't noticed the heat of my longing stares.

"Shayla?" Chris's pulling me back to reality I cleared my throat, forcing myself to focus on Chris's concerned gaze.

"Are you okay?" he asked, his brow furrowed with worry. I nodded, my heart still racing from the intensity of her imagination.

"Y-yes, I'm fine," I stammered, my voice barely above a whisper.

But as Chris approached me, concern etched on his features, I couldn't shake the lingering heat of my daydream, the memory of his touch still tingling on my skin. With a shaky breath, I composed myself, pushing aside the erotic fantasies that threatened to consume me, and met Chris's gaze with a forced smile.

"I... I wanted to talk to you," I stammered, suddenly feeling uncertain. "I need to apologize for earlier, for kissing you. It was wrong of me, especially considering..."

Chris nodded, his gaze intense as he listened to me. But as I spoke, he closed the distance between us, his hand reaching out to caress my face. The touch sent shivers down my spine, distracting me from my train of thought.

"Shayla, I understand," he said softly, his voice sending a jolt of electricity through me. "But I can't deny how much I want you. I'll wait for you, respect your wishes, but never doubt that I desire you."

Before I could respond, Chris's lips met mine in a passionate kiss, his hands trailing over my body, igniting a fire that burned hotter than ever. I pressed my hands against his bare chest, lost in the moment as our lips moved in perfect sync.

As he broke the kiss to look into my eyes, his words washed over me like a warm embrace.

"I'll wait for you, Shayla."

As Chris's lips met mine in a passionate kiss once again, I melted into his embrace, my hands planted on his bare chest. I spread my fingers feeling the warmth of his skin beneath my fingertips. With each kiss, he pulled me closer, until there was no space left between us, and I gasped into the kiss, overwhelmed by the intensity and that was definitely his erection pressed against my belly.

But as the kisses slowed, Chris pulled back slightly, his breath hot against my skin as he whispered, "Be good, Shayla. It's time for bed."

A shiver of anticipation coursed through me at his words, and I nodded obediently, though my body protested the separation. Before he led me to my room, Chris captured my lips in one final kiss, igniting a fire within me that burned brighter than ever.

As I lay in bed, the memory of Chris's touch still lingering on my skin, I couldn't ignore the pulsing ache of desire that throbbed between my thighs. The room was filled with the scent of him, a heady mix of musk and arousal that only intensified my craving for him.

Closing my eyes, I let my mind drift back to the moments we shared, replaying each kiss, each caress, with vivid clarity. I could almost feel the weight of his body pressing against mine, the heat of his breath against my skin, the way his hands moved with purpose and passion.

With trembling fingers, I reached down between my legs, the fabric of my panties already damp with anticipation. Slowly, I began to trace circles over my throbbing clit, each touch sending jolts of pleasure coursing through me. I imagined it was Chris's hands, his lips, driving me to the brink of ecstasy with every stroke.

As my arousal mounted, I whispered Chris's name like a mantra, lost in the fantasy of him. I could almost hear his voice, urging me on, his words sending shivers down my spine. And then, with a gasp of release, I tumbled over the edge, my body convulsing with the force of my orgasm, pleasure washing over me in relentless waves.

As I lay there, spent and sated, I couldn't help but smile, knowing that even in the darkness of the night, Chris was with me, his presence a source of comfort and desire that I couldn't ignore. And as sleep finally claimed me, I drifted off with thoughts of him.

Terrance

As I stood outside the door of the upstate property where my mistress lived, a knot of anticipation twisted in my stomach. The air felt thick with tension as I raised my hand to knock, steeling myself for the confrontation that was sure to follow. When she finally answered the door, her expression was a mixture of surprise and irritation, and I knew I was in for a difficult conversation.

"Terrance, what are you doing here?" she asked sharply, her tone laced with annoyance. "I hope you're not here to tell me you lost your job again."

I forced a smile, trying to downplay the situation despite the sinking feeling in my gut. "Actually, I found a new job," I replied, my voice strained with tension. "But it pays less than my last one."

Her eyes narrowed with disapproval, and I hurried to explain myself before she could unleash her full wrath. "But it's fine," I added hastily, hoping to appease her. "Shayla's gone, so I don't have to support her anymore."

She seemed to relax at that news, her demeanor softening slightly as she stepped aside to let me in. The atmosphere inside was heavy with the weight of our complicated relationship, and I couldn't help but feel a sense of unease as I followed her to the couch. We settled in together, and she wasted no time in initiating her seduction, her hands roaming over my body with practiced ease as she straddled me on the couch, her movements bold and enticing.

"Why is your divorce taking so long?" she purred, her voice dripping with desire as she leaned in close, her lips grazing my neck. "I thought you were done with her."

I swallowed hard, the feeling of her body pressed against mine sending a jolt of arousal coursing through me. "It's complicated," I replied, my voice strained with desire. "But I'm working on it."

I swallowed hard, the arousal coursing through me making it difficult to think clearly. "I have a plan," I replied, my voice strained with desire. "I hired a private investigator, and I have evidence that could help me get Shayla's inheritance in the divorce."

Her eyes lit up with interest at that news, and she leaned in closer, her breath hot against my ear. "Maybe you should look into the man that Shayla was with," she suggested, her words sending a shiver of excitement down my spine. "If you can prove she was cheating, the judge might see things more in your favor."

I nodded eagerly, the prospect of gaining the upper hand in the divorce fueling my determination. "That's a good idea," I agreed, a sense of triumph swelling within me. "I'll do whatever it takes to come out on top."

She chuckled softly, her fingers tracing teasing patterns on my chest as she leaned in to press her lips against mine. "Well, you know I'm here for you," she whispered, her breath hot against my ear. "Whatever you need, I'm here to help you forget all about her."

She skillfully unbuckled my pants, freeing my pulsating manhood from its confines. With a hungry urgency, she shed her own clothes, revealing every curve of her naked form as she straddled my lap. The heat of her bare skin pressed against mine ignited a fervent desire within me, and as she lowered herself onto me, we both let out unrestrained moans of pleasure. Our bodies melded together in a primal dance of lust, her softness enveloping my hardness in a cascade of raw sensation. With each thrust and grind, our moans grew louder, echoing the rhythm of our ecstasy as we surrendered completely to the intoxicating pleasure of our carnal union.