He was cheating on Krista and she was right there, only a translucent curtain between them. Worse, this amazingly hot and unaccountably compelling older woman was taking him exactly as his beloved girlfriend had always wished to – and he’d always cruelly denied her. As the wonderfully voluptuous body enveloping him began pumping against his erection (which still felt half caught in a vise and now hurt worse than ever) Karl’s roiling awareness seemed to split. Part of him keened with guilt and anguish as Krista’s rocking accelerated and her sobs scaled up toward hysteria. The other half was awash in erotic revelation.
Just as he’d always feared, being passively ridden in the inferior position felt personally diminishing.
He was just an object to be used here, not an equal participant. Ye
