Chapter 3 Surrender (R18):

Marian could hardly recall the moment she rose from the couch, it happened as though her body moved on its own accord, propelled by an undercurrent of longing she could no longer suppress. One moment, she and Clarence were staring at each other across a gulf of silent understanding, the next, that distance had vanished.

Their first kiss was tentative, both of them torn between hesitation and the undeniable pull that had been building for weeks, maybe months. The faint hum of the house's overhead fan, the quiet bubbling of a pot in the kitchen, and Jide's distant snoring blurred into the background. All Marian felt was the slow, deliberate pressure of Clarence's lips against hers, and the way her heart thundered with the sheer audacity of it.

Clarence's hand curved around her cheek, his fingertips brushing her skin with exquisite softness. A shiver ran down her spine. It had been so long since she'd been touched like this, since anyone had handled her with such focused, careful desire. She pressed closer, inhaling the lingering scent of cologne at his collar.

His other hand slid around her waist, pulling her more firmly against him. She could sense the pent-up hunger in his body, the kind that had been carefully restrained until now. But any caution was swept away by the flare of intensity between them. She, too, responded fervently, as though snapping to life after lying dormant for too long.

They broke apart for only a moment to look at each other. Marian's gaze flicked toward the hallway, her heart pounding with the knowledge that her husband slept just a few steps away, yet that awareness only seemed to sharpen the urgency rising within her. Maybe she should have felt consumed by guilt; maybe she would once the haze cleared. But in that breathless moment, she could only focus on the warmth that surged through her veins.

Clarence must have read the turmoil in her expression because he paused for a heartbeat, as though offering her the chance to turn back. Marian didn't budge. Instead, she reached for him, curling her fingers into his shirt. Her voice trembled as she whispered his name in a plea both desperate and resolute. That was all the permission he needed.

Gently, he guided her from the couch, and they navigated the dark living room in urgent, hushed steps. They paused outside the spare bedroom, a small guest room seldom used.

They slipped inside, quietly shutting the door. The room was lit only by a faint streetlamp glow outside. Shadows stretched across the walls, dancing in time with their unsteady breathing. Clarence flicked on a small lamp at its lowest setting, casting a warm glow. Marian's breath caught at the sight of him in that intimate light, his eyes simmering with hunger, his jaw tense with longing.

Slowly, he brushed his thumb over her cheekbone, then let his hand drift to the knot of her apron. She didn't stop him. First, the apron fluttered to the floor. Then came the buttons of her simple house dress, each undone with a soft click that released more of her tension. When the fabric slipped from her shoulders, Marian felt a wave of vulnerability. Yet Clarence's careful touch calmed her racing thoughts.

Her own hands moved to the buttons of his shirt. Nerves made her fingers clumsy, but he gently covered her hands with his own, helping ease the garment open. The soft brush of his skin against her palms sent a jolt of anticipation through her, and she swallowed hard, ignoring the faint voice of conscience warning that this might be irreparable. Right now, her entire body clamored for release.

They settled onto the bed, the air around them holding its breath, overwhelming any lingering apprehension. She deepened the next kiss between them, her hands slipping beneath Clarence's clothing and stripping away every barrier until his rigid cock stood exposed before her. A heated comparison sprang to mind, unbidden:" It's so much bigger than my husband's", she thought, cheeks flushing with a heady mix of excitement and guilt. Desire blazed through her; her nipples hardened, and wetness trickled down her thighs.

She lowered herself, a strand of saliva slipping from her lips onto his cock. Her fingers spread the moisture with gentle strokes, feeling each vein throb beneath her touch. Slowly at first, her hand moved up and down, coaxing him to full hardness. But those measured caresses soon turned fierce, her grip tightening. Without warning, she took him fully into her mouth, her lips reaching his groin.

A lewd, wet suction sound filled the room, punctuated by Marian's ragged breaths. She pulled away for a moment, her tongue swirling around the head of his cock, tasting the salty essence of him before plunging back down with renewed hunger. Clarence's fingers threaded into her auburn hair, and his body tensed each time she sucked, the slick embrace and wetnees of her throat heightening his pleasure.

Then Marian shifted, lifting her soft, full breasts around his erection. The warmth of her skin enveloped him, and she continued to suck at his tip while stroking him with her cleavage. The combination of her pillowy flesh and the wet heat of her mouth drove Clarence closer to a blissful edge.

"Ah...enjoy your first load," he groaned hoarsely.

His climax rushed down her throat in powerful spurts. The amount caught her by surprise, but she swallowed as best she could, the warmth setting her entire body alight. No sooner had he finished than Clarence grabbed her by the waist, lifting her onto a nearby mahogany table. Marian's heart pounded wildly, yet her eyes flashed with desire she hadn't felt for long.

He pressed her onto the polished surface, forcing her shapely legs apart and exposing her slick, wet pussy, dripping with so much juice, Heat pulsed through her pussy as moisture pooled beneath her. Hungry for her, Clarence lowered his mouth to her most sensitive place, his lips and tongue exploring every fold, each motion wilder than the last.

"Ohh... fuck!...ohh! Yes!! Right there!" she cried, the wet sounds echoing in the room as he devoured her with merciless skill. She felt the tension mounting inside, twisting like a taut wire, until her orgasm tore through her in seismic waves.

"I'm cumming! I'm cumming!" she gasped, her voice raw.

Her release drenched Clarence's face, but he didn't relent, keeping her legs firmly apart so she could ride the aftershocks. When her quivering subsided, he rose, the crown of his cock poised at her entrance. She met his heated gaze.

"Fuck!, youre so wet!," he groaned. Lust evident in his eyes not caring if jide might hear him

"Yes!" she urged breathlessly. "fuck me so hard please!"

He pushed forward in a single, firm stroke, burying himself to the hilt. Marian moaned his name, her walls tightening around him, drawing him deeper. Pulling back, he thrust again....and again....each impact sending shockwaves of pleasure rattling through her. The rhythmic slap of flesh on flesh formed a lewd, hypnotic melody that spurred them on.

Clarence held nothing back, hammering her for minutes until he stiffened, pouring another rush of cum inside. But even then, he gave no quarter, he withdrew, turned her around, and slammed into her again, this time bent over the table. The loud smack of his hips meeting her rear reverberated in the enclosed space.

Marian was past words. She could only moan and pant, her climaxes building and cresting in near-constant waves until she lost track of how many times she'd climaxed. She was undone, laid bare by the primal force at her back.

At last, with a final, guttural sound, Clarence achieved his own shuddering release, filling her again. Her legs felt weak, her body still tingling with the aftershocks of countless orgasms. She lay draped over the table, heart thundering, sweat beading her brow. Never had she imagined such unbridled passion.

minutes passed in silence , their breathing slowly steadying as they lay on the bed. Marian rested her head against his chest, feeling his heartbeat beneath her ear. Guilt flickered at the edges of her mind, but it was no match for the satisfaction that coursed through her, the feeling of being truly seen, ravaged, wanted.

She didn't know what the next day would hold or how she might face the consequences. For now, she let herself savor the warmth of his body, the taste of salt on her lips, the hush of a house still asleep. In this stolen sliver of the night, reality and all its complications could wait until morning.

Eventually, Clarence kissed her forehead and eased himself away from the bed. Together, they gathered her scattered clothes in the dim light. Marian could sense his reluctance, mirroring her own. Yet with one final glance, he slipped into the hallway, leaving her in the quiet room, still lingering with the imprint of his touch.

She lingered for a few seconds more, her heartbeat loud in her ears. At last, she straightened her dress and tiptoed back to her own bedroom, where Jide's snores rumbled softly. Hovering at the threshold, she felt guilt and euphoria collide. Behind her, the guest room's curtains swayed in the breeze; ahead, her husband slept, oblivious to the night's upheaval.

Steadying herself, she finally slid into bed, staring at the ceiling. Darkness enfolded her, but the echoes of what had just happened still sizzled in her veins. She knew she couldn't undo it. She wasn't even sure she wanted to. For the first time in so long, she felt vitally, intensely alive.

She wanted more.