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I, Dario, had been Skyler's confidante for years. Her husband was always away on business, leaving her lonely and craving attention. I was there to listen, to comfort her, but lately, I'd noticed a different kind of longing in her eyes.

One evening, as we sat on her plush couch, her hand brushed against mine. Her touch was electric, sending a jolt through my body. I looked at her, her eyes filled with desire. She leaned in, her lips inches from mine, and whispered, "I want you, Dario."

I was taken aback, but the heat in her gaze was undeniable. I could feel my heart pounding in my chest, my body responding to her unspoken invitation. I cupped her face in my hands, my thumb tracing her lower lip. "Are you sure, Skyler?" I asked, my voice husky with desire.

She nodded, her eyes never leaving mine. "I've never been more sure of anything."

I closed the gap between us, my lips crashing against hers. Our kiss was hungry, desperate, years of pent-up desire finally unleashed. Her hands tangled in my hair, pulling me closer as our tongues danced in a passionate waltz.

I slid my hand under her shirt, my fingers tracing the curve of her waist. She moaned into my mouth, her body arching towards mine. I broke our kiss, my lips trailing down her neck, nipping and sucking at her sensitive skin. She gasped, her fingers digging into my shoulders.

I pulled her shirt over her head, my eyes roaming over her body. She was beautiful, her skin glowing in the soft light of her living room. I unclasped her bra, her breasts spilling into my waiting hands. I rolled her nipples between my fingers, eliciting a moan from her lips.

"Dario," she gasped, her eyes half-lidded with desire. "I need you."

I smirked, my hands sliding down her body to unbutton her jeans. I slid them off, her panties following soon after. I took a moment to admire her, my eyes roaming over her naked body. She was perfect, her pussy glistening with desire.

I knelt before her, my hands spreading her thighs. I leaned in, my tongue flicking over her clit. She gasped, her hands tangling in my hair. I lapped at her, my tongue exploring every inch of her. She moaned, her hips bucking against my face.

I slipped a finger inside her, my tongue still teasing her clit. She moaned, her pussy clenching around my finger. I added another, my fingers pumping in and out of her as my tongue continued its assault. She cried out, her body shaking as she came against my mouth.

I stood up, my hands gripping her hips. I lifted her onto the couch, her legs wrapping around my waist. I could feel her heat against my cock, my restraint slipping. I reached down, my fingers teasing her entrance. She was soaking wet, ready for me.

I thrust into her, my cock filling her to the hilt. She cried out, her nails digging into my back. I began to move, my thrusts slow and deep. She moaned, her body moving in sync with mine.

I could feel her pussy tightening around me, her orgasm building. I quickened my pace, my thrusts becoming more frantic. She cried out, her body shaking as she came. I followed soon after, my orgasm ripping through me.

We lay there, panting, our bodies entwined. Skyler looked at me, her eyes filled with satisfaction. "That was... amazing," she breathed.

I smirked, my hand tracing lazy circles on her stomach. "Just wait till next time, Skyler."

She laughed, her hand reaching up to cup my face. "I can't wait."

And so, our secret rendezvous began. Whenever her husband was away, Skyler and I would meet, our bodies entwined in a dance of passion and desire. It was our little secret, our escape from the mundane. And I wouldn't have it any other way.