The room's electric tension lingered like a storm about to break, the echoes of Mike's slurred words still hanging in the air as everyone's eyes darted between Tiffany and the men who had just bared their souls. Alex, his piercing blue eyes locked on her with that unmistakable hunger, pushed back from the couch with a casual stretch, his tall, athletic frame uncoiling like a predator ready to pounce. "Hey, Tiffany," he said, his voice smooth and persuasive, cutting through the fading music and laughter, "my phone's acting up again—keeps freezing on me. Think you could come take a look? You're the tech-savvy one from back in the day, right?" He nodded toward the door, his charming smile widening just enough to make her pulse skip. Tiffany hesitated for a split second, her cheeks still flushed from the confessions, but the thrill of the moment pulled at her like a tide. Mike, sprawled on the couch with his glass dangling precariously in his hand, let out another booming laugh, waving her off with a drunken flourish. "Go on, babe, fix the guy's phone. Relive those glory days, like I said!" His words, laced with alcohol-fueled nonchalance, sealed the deal, and Tiffany found herself rising to her feet, the room's warmth giving way to a cooler draft as she followed Alex toward the door.

The hallway outside was a stark contrast to the party's chaotic buzz, its dim lighting casting long shadows along the patterned carpet and the faint hum of the hotel's air conditioning providing a hushed backdrop. Alex's hand brushed against hers as they stepped into the corridor, his fingers curling around her wrist with a possessive grip that sent a shiver up her spine. He led her quickly away from the room, past a few closed doors, until they reached a secluded alcove near the emergency stairs, where the walls muffled any distant sounds and the air smelled faintly of stale coffee and polished wood. Tiffany's heart raced, a cocktail of guilt and excitement swirling in her chest, and she whispered weakly, "But I'm married now, Alex... we can't..." Her voice trailed off, lacking conviction, as if the words were just a formality she had to utter.

Alex stepped closer, his body towering over her, and he smirked, his breath warm against her face as he replied, "So? You heard Mike—he's okay with you reliving your glory days. Don't fight it, Tiff." Before she could protest further, the dam broke; Tiffany surged forward, jumping into his arms with a desperate need that overpowered her doubts. Her legs wrapped around his waist, her curvaceous figure pressing tightly against his athletic build, and their lips crashed together in a fiery kiss. His mouth devoured hers, tongues tangling with raw urgency, the taste of whiskey and her lingering lipstick mingling in a messy, intoxicating blend. She moaned into him, her hands threading through his short hair, pulling him deeper as his hands roamed her back, squeezing the soft flesh of her ass through the thin fabric of her dress. The kiss grew frantic, their breaths coming in heavy gasps, the world narrowing to the wet slide of their lips and the electric sparks shooting through her body.

When they finally broke apart, both panting and flushed, Alex's eyes burned with unbridled desire as he held her gaze. "Your husband can have you back once we're all done with you," he growled, his voice low and commanding, already sliding his hands up to grope her full tits through her dress, thumbs circling her hardening nipples with deliberate pressure. Tiffany whimpered, the words igniting a fresh wave of heat between her thighs, her body betraying her as she arched into his touch. He wasted no time, yanking down the straps of her dress to expose her bare breasts, the cool air making her skin prickle as he cupped them roughly, his fingers pinching and twisting her nipples until they stood erect, throbbing with a delicious ache. "Look at you, so fucking eager," he murmured, his other hand hiking up her dress to slide between her legs, finding her pussy already slick through her soaked panties. He rubbed her clit with firm, circling motions, drawing a gasp from her lips, before he pushed the fabric aside and plunged a finger deep inside her, feeling her tight, wet heat clench around him. Tiffany's head fell back against the wall, her moans echoing softly in the alcove, but the need inside her was insatiable; she slid down his body, her knees hitting the carpet with a soft thud, and yanked at his pants, freeing his thick, throbbing cock with eager hands.

The sight of it made her mouth water—his dick was long and veined, the head already glistening with precum, pulsing with anticipation as she wrapped her fingers around the base. "Fuck, yeah," Alex hissed, his hands tangling in her auburn hair as she leaned in, her lips parting to take him into her mouth. She started slow, swirling her tongue around the tip, tasting the salty tang of his precum, before sliding down his shaft, her lips stretching wide to accommodate his girth. The wet, slurping sounds filled the air as she bobbed her head, taking him deeper with each stroke, her throat tightening around him as she gagged slightly, the sensation only spurring her on. Alex groaned, his hips bucking involuntarily, "Yeah, you forget about your husband quick while you're sucking dick, don't you, you little slut?" His words were crude, filthy, and they sent a jolt straight to her cunt, making her even wetter as she hollowed her cheeks, sucking harder, her hands stroking the base in rhythm with her mouth. Saliva dripped down her chin, coating his balls as she worked him relentlessly, the musky scent of his arousal filling her nostrils.

As he neared the edge, his breaths coming in ragged grunts, Alex's grip on her hair tightened, pulling her head back before slamming his cock back into her mouth with brutal force. He fucked her face hard, his hips thrusting wildly, the head of his dick hitting the back of her throat with each punishing stroke, making her gag and choke around him. Tears streamed down her cheeks, mixing with the drool that spilled over her lips, but the raw intensity of it all only fueled her desire, her pussy throbbing with neglected need. "Take it, you fucking whore," he snarled, his voice strained with pleasure, before he buried himself deep in her throat and erupted, hot ropes of cum shooting down her gullet in thick, pulsing bursts. Tiffany swallowed greedily, the salty warmth filling her mouth and sliding down her throat, her body trembling from the depravity of it. When he finally pulled out, his cock still twitching with aftershocks, he looked down at her with a wicked grin, his chest heaving. "Now, get me hard again so I can fuck that tight little cunt of yours." Her lips still slick and swollen, Tiffany nodded, her hands already reaching for his semi-hard dick, stroking it with firm, eager pulls, her mind a haze of lust and forbidden ecstasy as she prepared for what came next.

Her lips still slick and swollen, Tiffany nodded, her hands already reaching for his semi-hard dick, stroking it with firm, eager pulls, her mind a haze of lust and forbidden ecstasy as she prepared for what came next. She leaned in closer, her breath hot against his skin, the musky scent of his recent release mixing with the faint tang of her own arousal that lingered in the air. With a sultry glance upward, her face a mess of smeared lipstick, drool, and a sheen of his cum that had escaped her eager swallows, she pressed her big, full tits against his throbbing shaft. The soft, pillowy flesh of her breasts engulfed his dick, her nipples still hard and sensitive from his earlier groping, as she rubbed them up and down his length with deliberate, teasing motions. The friction was electric, her skin gliding smoothly over his veined cock, leaving a trail of her own sticky wetness where her tits had brushed against the precum beading at his tip, and she let out a soft, needy whimper, the sound vibrating through her chest as she looked up at him with wide, lust-glazed eyes. "God, Alex, I've been missing you so much," she whispered, her voice hoarse from the throat-fucking, her words laced with a raw vulnerability that cut through the haze, the confession spilling out like a secret she'd buried for years, her heart pounding not just from desire but from the thrill of admitting how this forbidden reunion was reigniting the fire she'd tried to extinguish in her marriage.

Alex's cock twitched violently under the pressure of her tits, growing harder by the second as her confession fueled his ego and his lust, the blood rushing back to make him fully erect once more. "Fuck, yeah, you have," he growled, his voice rough and commanding, his hands tangling in her auburn hair as he watched her work, the sight of her messy face and those eager eyes pushing him over the edge of restraint. In one swift motion, he yanked her to her feet, his strong grip on her arm spinning her around to face the wall of the alcove, the cool, textured surface pressing against her bare breasts and making her shiver. Her dress was hiked up around her waist, exposing her soaked panties that were still pushed aside from his earlier fingering, and without a word, he shoved them down further, the fabric tearing slightly in his haste. He positioned himself behind her, his rock-hard dick sliding between her ass cheeks first, teasing the tight ring of her hole before dipping lower to align with her dripping cunt. With a forceful thrust, he buried himself deep inside her pussy, stretching her wide with his thick girth, the initial penetration making her gasp as her walls clenched around him, hot and slick and pulsing with need. He started pounding into her immediately, his hips slamming against her ass with a rhythmic, brutal force, each thrust driving deeper, the angle hitting that sweet spot inside her that made stars explode behind her eyes, his balls slapping wetly against her swollen clit with every stroke.

As he fucked her relentlessly, his hands roamed her body with possessive hunger, one coming down hard on her ass cheek with a sharp slap that echoed in the confined space, the sting blooming into a fiery pleasure that made her cry out. "You're still every bit the whore you were back in college, aren't you, Tiff?" he whispered harshly into her ear, his breath hot and ragged against her neck, the crude words sending a jolt straight to her core, making her pussy clench tighter around his invading cock. Her moans grew louder with each punishing thrust, the wet squelching sounds of his dick plunging in and out of her sopping cunt filling the air, mingled with the slap of skin on skin and her desperate whimpers. She was getting too loud, her voice echoing off the walls of the alcove, risking drawing attention from nearby rooms, so Alex clamped one hand over her mouth, his fingers digging into her soft lips to muffle her cries while his other hand snaked around to grab one of her big tits, squeezing the heavy flesh roughly and pinching the nipple between his fingers. "Shut the fuck up, you don't want us to get caught, do you?" he snarled, his pace never slowing, each thrust harder than the last, his cock throbbing inside her as he felt her body start to tremble under the assault.

Tiffany's orgasms hit her like a series of tidal waves, the first one crashing over her almost immediately, her pussy contracting violently around his dick, milking him with rhythmic spasms that made her legs shake and her muffled screams vibrate against his palm. She came hard, her juices gushing out to coat his balls and drip down her thighs, the overwhelming sensation of being filled and dominated pushing her to the edge again and again, each climax building on the last as he continued to pound into her from behind. "That's it, you filthy slut, cum on my cock like the whore you are," he taunted, his whispers turning into a low, animalistic growl, his hand still clamped over her mouth to stifle her escalating moans, though faint whimpers escaped through his fingers. Her body was a live wire of pleasure and pain, every thrust stretching her cunt to its limits, the fullness making her feel utterly possessed, and she lost count of how many times she peaked, her vision blurring as waves of ecstasy rolled through her, leaving her breathless and quivering. Sweat slicked their bodies, the salty tang mixing with the scent of sex in the air, and just as she thought she couldn't take any more, Alex's rhythm faltered, his breaths coming in harsh grunts. "Fuck, I'm gonna cum," he warned, his voice strained, pulling out of her with a wet pop that left her gaping and aching.

Without hesitation, Tiffany dropped to her knees again, her legs wobbling from the aftershocks of her orgasms, and she wrapped her lips around his pulsing cock, tasting her own juices mixed with his precum as she took him deep into her throat. He thrust into her mouth with the same ferocity he'd used on her pussy, his hands gripping her hair as he fucked her face, the head of his dick hitting the back of her throat with forceful strokes that made her gag and tear up, but she sucked hungrily, her tongue swirling around his shaft to coax out his release. "Take it all, you greedy bitch," he groaned, and with a final, deep thrust, he exploded, thick ropes of hot cum shooting into her mouth, filling her throat with its salty, viscous flood. She swallowed every drop, her throat working overtime to take it all, the excess spilling out the corners of her lips as she milked him dry with her hands, feeling his cock twitch and pulse until he was spent. When he finally pulled out, his dick softening slightly, they both paused for a moment, panting and disheveled, the reality of what they'd done sinking in amidst the fading haze of lust.

As they hurriedly pulled their clothes back into place—Tiffany adjusting her dress to cover her exposed breasts and wiping the mess from her face with the back of her hand, while Alex tucked his spent cock back into his pants and zipped up— he flashed her that same charming smile, though it was edged with a wicked glint. "We should get back before they start wondering," he said, his voice low and conspiratorial, "so one of the other boys can take their turn with you. After all, it's only fair—Chris and Brad are waiting, and from the looks they were giving you, they're just as eager to relive the good old days." Tiffany's heart raced at his words, a mix of guilt and exhilaration swirling inside her, the ache between her legs a reminder of the line she'd crossed, but the promise of more left her body humming with anticipation as they slipped out of the alcove and headed back toward the party room.

Reunion of Forbidden Desires