Alice stood outside Richard's apartment, her heart pounding in her chest. She clutched a bottle of cognac tightly in one hand, the other hand hovering over the doorbell. She took a deep breath and pressed the button, hearing the chime echo through the hallway.
Richard opened the door, a warm smile on his face. "Alice, it's been too long. Come in."
She stepped inside, handing him the bottle. "I thought we could use a drink, reminisce about old times."
He took the bottle and led her to the living room. "I'd like that. You seem troubled, is everything okay?"
Alice sighed, sinking into the couch. "It's my marriage. I'm just not... satisfied anymore. In bed or out of it."
Richard listened attentively, his expression sympathetic. "I'm sorry to hear that. I know how much you care about him."
They moved to the balcony, the cool night air a balm for their heated discussion. Richard, in a friendly gesture, hugged Alice from behind, feeling her body tense up at the unexpected contact.
He slipped his hand into her jeans, discovering her wetness. Alice pulled away, retreating to the living room. Richard followed, finding her on the couch, crying and conflicted.
He consoled her, gently stroking her back. Alice began to soften under his touch, reaching for his crotch, feeling his arousal.
Richard removed his pants, Alice taking his cock into her mouth, sucking him eagerly. He filled her mouth with his warmth, still aching with desire.
He removed Alice's jeans and panties, spreading her legs and diving into her wet pussy with his tongue. Alice moaned, overcome with pleasure.
Richard entered her, thrusting deeply. Alice, surprised by the sudden fullness, wrapped her legs around him, pulling him closer.
He took her from behind, Alice lost in the moment, moaning as his thrusts filled her. With one final move, he laid Alice on top of him, letting her ride him as she pleased.
Alice, moving her hips wildly, felt another orgasm building. She cums hard, her juices mingling with Richard's. Exhausted, they lay together, basking in the afterglow.
Richard, sensing Alice's guilt, assured her that their encounter would remain a secret.
In the shower, Alice, still grateful, gave Richard a gentle blowjob, thanking him for the release and comfort he provided.
As they parted ways, Alice felt a weight lifted off her shoulders. She knew that what happened would remain between them, a secret night of remembrance.
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