NTR ~ I Fucked Your Wife till Morning♂?

She is a wife—vowed to one man, bound to him in name and heart—yet tonight she lies in the arms of another. What should have been a single lapse in judgment has stretched into an evening that refuses to end, the hours slipping past as her body, so familiar with her husband's touch, surrenders to a stranger's with an eagerness that frightens her. Guilt should be her shield, and it flickers constantly in her mind: her husband's face, the life they have built, the promises she made at the altar. But every time her hips arch back of their own accord, every time pleasure crashes over her and steals the breath from her lungs, those resolves grow quieter. Her body has already chosen. The only question left is how long her heart can hold out. With each trembling climax, something inside her slips further from her marriage and closer to the man ravishing her through the night. Dawn is still far away, and with every passing hour, the woman who will greet the morning is less and less the wife her husband once knew—her devotion dissolving, piece by stolen piece, until sunrise.