The Truth of Adultery

She comes up behind me and settles her slim hand on my waist; the other hand gently swipes my hair to the side. Her lips brushes against my skin, creating goosebumps. A small gasp escapes my parted lips. She pulls me against her and I press back likewise. She carefully nips my neck. She turns me and presses me against the wall. I grunted in surprise. She presses her soft lips against mine. Deciding to play coy, I refuse to allow her in. Her impatience can be felt by how restless her hands are. Smiling, I take mercy and allow her in. She attacks my mouth in earnest. Her hand slowly bunches up my shirt as her other hand brushes against my rib cage eliciting a moan form me. I feel her smile against my neck where she is careful not to leave any marks. I flush in embarrassment as she peels my shirt off. With one hand she unclips my bra and slides the straps down my arms. My nipples peak from the change of temperature. She gazes down at me breasts in excitement. She looks into my eyes as she bends and takes my nipple in her mouth. My head bends backwards and moan. She sucks harder on it making me make animalistic noises. I reach up and grip a fistful of brunette hair. A groan slips past her lips. She slowly releases my nipple and looks at me seductively and pulls me by the hand into the bedroom. We fall into bed, short of breath but unwilling to leave each others lips. We start to make love, completely unaware that the front door has opened and closed. We are moaning in sync as the third stair squeaked. My body tenses almost at climax. On the brink of oblivion, the doorknob turns and opens right as I cum. My husband gapes at our entwined bodies and for a few minutes the house is blessedly silent. My lover is the first to move. She quickly rolls out of bed and quietly slips past my husband who is slowly turning red. A few minutes later, the door slams signaling her absence. Finally he moves. He slowly and silently closes the door. I open my mouth to say something but the glare he sends my way effectively silences me. I bow my head knowing I was in the wrong. I hear soft thuds as he treads towards me. He stops in front of me. Suddenly a stinging sensation flashes across my right cheek. I cry out but is once again silenced by his hand clutching my throat cutting off. I claw at his hands trying to breath. Just one breath, I pray. He pushes me into the mattress and with scary calmness, presses harder on my throat. Lungs burning, eyes tearing up. I run out of breath. my visions begins to darken on the edges. I zone in on his cold eyes. His terrible eyes. Finally, I accept the punishment and let my hands fall. I slowly fade into nothing but a dead adulteress.