I looked into her eyes. "He's fucking HARD! How do you say no to this?" I ask kissing her with passion. I reach out with both hands and twist both her...nipples. "Keep your eyes on mine, cuckquean. I want you to see in my eyes what your husband's dick is doing to me."Once again, he grabbed my ass with both hands and this time, he threw technique out the window. His thrusts were fast, hard and painful! I loved it!I pinched her nipples with my nails and maintained eye contact. I whispered, "He's. She sat and I poured her wine and placed it in front of her and she thanked me. We exchanged small details of our day – hers in the tall building that housed her PR firm and mine in the dull library beside the canal. I sensed something was not as it should be but could not put my finger on it. After a while Sylvia said she was going to shower and change and she left me to finish preparing the meal of pasta with rosemary and tomato sauce, some bacon and chicken pieces and garlic bread. The room. Alive and well, I see.At least he tried to make eye contact, instead of blatantly eye-fucking her. Even if he wasn’t very successful at it, that was probably better than the majority of his gender. “So, I wanted to know if you had some free time today? I was hoping we could pick up where we left off yesterday.”This, again? “You’re serious? Can’t you go bother someone else? You know, some of us actually have better things we could be doing.”That, of course, was a lie. She hadn’t had anything. How could this be a sin, I thought, when it felt like the most wonderful thing a woman could ever know, and pushing all other thoughts from my mind, I just surrendered to his will in rapture.Niccolo fucked me very gently that afternoon — he was, I learned later, a consummate lover — although on later occasions he would be much more vigorous, almost frenzied in his passion. Nothing in my former life had prepared me for the wonder and beauty of my climax when it came. My feelings were beyond.