Chapter 61 Ready To Go To The Party

Mark continued to block my path with his body, although I was already excited, feeling my nipples very hard and a hot tingling in my sex, which became wetter with each show of ardor from Mark. My heart was beating at over a thousand, my knees were failing me, my skin was goosebumps all over my body, and the desire to open my legs so that my husband could do whatever he wanted with me was intensifying, wishing that my husband would penetrate me forcefully. I was getting dizzy when I felt his fingers on my back, unzipping my dress, unfastening my bra, pulling the straps down my arms leaving my breasts bare, which he began to bite and kiss, tilting his head towards me, making me arch my back against the bathroom door. My breathing was labored, mixed with my husband's moans. I tried to fight back, pressing against his shoulders, Mark responding by hugging me even tighter, his fingers lifting the skirt over my hip, lifting the dress until he could slide one of his hands between my legs, inside my thigh pressing against my sex, causing a moan to escape me against my will, which my husband muffled in his mouth. Mark took one of my hands, guiding it to the zipper of his pants that he already had open, making me feel the skin of his member in my hand, making me feel that he was already hard and wet. I closed my hand around my husband's member, caressing it. He pressed his lips to mine, stealing eager and wet kisses, while Mark let out some moans as he increased the tension in his pants, pressing the back of his hand against the soft folds of my sex, making me shudder. I started moving my hand inside my husband's pants, masturbating him slowly, listening to his moans and gasps, kissing softly until I felt Mark succumb to a wave that originated in his groin and slowly ran through his whole body, making him twist with a hoarse moan, tensing his arms around me, panting with his eyes closed, feeling his climax in my hand, quickly pulling my hand out of his pants. I tried to move my husband's hand away from my sex, but he did not allow it, invading my intimacy, but instead he pressed my body tighter against his, squeezing his hand on my crotch, shamelessly caressing me. I put my hands on my husband's chest, trembling, suffocating with excitement, knowing that my husband was forcing me to climax in his hand, nibbling on my chin, while I enjoyed the convulsions of my sex when I had my orgasm. "You are mine, and I will never let you escape from my side," he said to me, feeling the presence of alcohol in his body in his words, watching as he smiled triumphantly, mocking and amused.