“Fuck, Aycee, you’re so tight,” Dave groaned, his hands gripping her hips as he pushed deeper into her from behind. His voice was low, rough with lust, and it sent shivers down her spine. Aycee’s fingers clawed at the sheets beneath her, her body trembling as he filled her completely. She bit her lip to stifle a moan, but it escaped anyway, muffled but desperate. “Harder, Dave,” she whispered, arching her back to meet his thrusts. “Please.”He didn’t need to be told twice. His pace quickened, each movement more forceful than the last, his skin slapping against hers in a rhythm that made her head spin. “You like that, don’t you?” he growled, leaning over her, his breath hot against her ear. “You like being fucked like this, even though you’re married?”The words sent a jolt through her, a mix of guilt and exhilaration that only made her wetter. She couldn’t respond, couldn’t form a coherent thought—she just nodded, her mind a haze of pleasure and shame. Dave chuckled darkly, his hands moving to her ass, squeezing hard. “Good girl. Let me hear you, baby. Let me know how much you want it.”Aycee couldn’t hold back anymore. Her moans filled the room, loud and unrestrained, as she let herself fall completely into the moment, forgetting everything else—her husband, her life, her responsibilities. It was just her and Dave, and the way he made her feel alive in a way she hadn’t in years.---It had started innocently enough. Aycee was a college student, juggling classes and a part-time job, while her husband, Mark, worked long hours at the office. They’d been married for three years, but lately, their relationship had felt… stale. The spark that had once been there seemed to have fizzled out, replaced by routine and silence. Mark was a good man—kind, dependable, loving—but he was also distant. He was always tired, always preoccupied with work, and when they did have time together, it felt more like they were going through the motions than actually connecting. Aycee had tried to talk to him about it, tried to rekindle the passion they’d once shared, but nothing seemed to work. Then she met Dave.Dave was everything Mark wasn’t. He was bold, dangerous, exciting. He was a fellow student in one of her classes, charming and confident, with a wicked sense of humor that always made her laugh. He’d flirted with her from the start, and at first, she’d brushed it off, telling herself it was harmless. But the more time they spent together, the harder it became to deny the attraction between them.It started with lingering glances, then casual touches that lasted a little too long. Then came the late-night study sessions, the playful banter that slowly turned into something more. Dave had a way of making her feel seen, desired, alive. And when he finally kissed her one night after class, she didn’t stop him.She knew it was wrong. She knew she was betraying Mark, betraying their marriage. But in that moment, she didn’t care. The way Dave made her feel was intoxicating, addicting. And once she’d had a taste, she couldn’t stop.They started meeting in secret, sneaking around behind Mark’s back. At first, it was just kisses, just stolen moments in empty classrooms or dimly lit parking lots. But it didn’t take long for things to escalate. The first time they slept together, Aycee told herself it was a mistake, that she wouldn’t let it happen again. But the guilt only made the thrill more intense, and soon, she was hooked.Dave was different in bed—wild, unpredictable, dominant. He knew exactly how to touch her, how to make her forget everything except the pleasure he was giving her. And Aycee loved it. She loved the way he made her feel, loved the way he pushed her boundaries, loved the way he made her feel like she was someone wanted, needed, irresistible.But there was something else, too. Something she didn’t want to admit, even to herself. Dave didn’t just make her feel desired—he made her feel free. With him, she wasn’t just Mark’s wife, the responsible college student, the girl who always did what she was supposed to. With him, she could be someone else entirely. Someone bold, reckless, untamed.And she was desperate to hold onto that feeling, no matter the cost.---Back in the present, Dave’s thrusts grew more erratic, his grip on her hips tightening as he neared his climax. “You’re mine, Aycee,” he growled, his voice rough with possession. “Say it.”She hesitated for a moment, her mind flashing to Mark, to the life she was risking with every second she spent with Dave. But then he hit that spot, the one that made her see stars, and all rational thought disappeared.“I’m yours,” she moaned, her voice trembling with need. “Only yours.”Dave let out a low, satisfied groan, his pace faltering as he finally came, his body shuddering against hers. Aycee followed close behind, her own climax crashing over her in waves, leaving her breathless and trembling. For a moment, they stayed like that, connected, their bodies slick with sweat, their breaths ragged. Then Dave pulled out, collapsing onto the bed beside her. Aycee lay there, staring up at the ceiling, her mind racing. She knew she should feel guilty, should feel ashamed. But all she could feel was alive.Dave turned to her, a lazy smile on his lips. “You’re something else, you know that?” he said, reaching out to brush a strand of hair from her face. She didn’t respond, couldn’t. The truth was, she didn’t know what she was anymore. All she knew was that she was caught—between her husband and her lover, between the life she had and the life she wanted. And she didn’t know how to choose.Dave’s hand trailed down her body, his fingers tracing patterns on her skin. “You know what I want, Aycee?” he murmured, his voice low and dangerous. “I want to take you again. But this time, I want to take you somewhere else.”Aycee’s breath caught, her heart racing as she realized what he was implying. Her body betrayed her, a wave of heat flooding through her at the thought. She should say no. She should stop this, before it went too far. But she didn’t. Instead, she turned to him, her eyes meeting his, and nodded. Dave’s grin widened, and he leaned in, his lips brushing against hers. “Good girl,” he whispered, his voice dripping with promise. “Let’s see how much you can take.”And then he was pulling her to her knees, his hands guiding her, positioning her, preparing her. Aycee’s heart was pounding, her body trembling with anticipation and fear. She knew what was coming, knew it would hurt, knew she should stop him. But she didn’t. And when he entered her, she let out a cry, her body arching, her mind spiraling as she gave herself over to him completely. She was caught. And she didn’t know if she ever wanted to escape.

Dave and Aycee have rough, passionate sex, with Aycee begging for more and Dave asserting his dominance. Aycee reflects on her stagnant marriage to Mark and her thrilling, secret affair with Dave, feeling more alive with him. Dave suggests taking Aycee somewhere else, and she agrees, leading to another intense sexual encounter.

“__Fuck__, Aycee, you’re so tight,” Dave groaned, his hands gripping her hips as he pushed deeper into her from behind. His voice was low, rough with lust, and it sent shivers down her spine. 

Aycee’s fingers clawed at the sheets beneath her, her body trembling as he filled her completely. She bit her lip to stifle a moan, but it escaped anyway, muffled but desperate. __“Harder, Dave,”__ she whispered, arching her back to meet his thrusts. __“Please.”__

He didn’t need to be told twice. His pace quickened, each movement more forceful than the last, his skin slapping against hers in a rhythm that made her head spin. __“You like that, don’t you?”__ he growled, leaning over her, his breath hot against her ear. __“You like being fucked like this, even though you’re married?”__

The words sent a jolt through her, a mix of guilt and exhilaration that only made her wetter. She couldn’t respond, couldn’t form a coherent thought—she just nodded, her mind a haze of pleasure and shame. 

Dave chuckled darkly, his hands moving to her ass, squeezing hard. __“Good girl. Let me hear you, baby. Let me know how much you want it.”__

Aycee couldn’t hold back anymore. Her moans filled the room, loud and unrestrained, as she let herself fall completely into the moment, forgetting everything else—her husband, her life, her responsibilities. It was just her and Dave, and the way he made her feel alive in a way she hadn’t in years.

---

It had started innocently enough. Aycee was a college student, juggling classes and a part-time job, while her husband, Mark, worked long hours at the office. They’d been married for three years, but lately, their relationship had felt… __stale.__ The spark that had once been there seemed to have fizzled out, replaced by routine and silence. 

Mark was a good man—kind, dependable, loving—but he was also __distant.__ He was always tired, always preoccupied with work, and when they did have time together, it felt more like they were going through the motions than actually connecting. Aycee had tried to talk to him about it, tried to rekindle the passion they’d once shared, but nothing seemed to work. 

Then she met Dave.

Dave was everything Mark wasn’t. He was __bold,__ __dangerous,__ __exciting.__ He was a fellow student in one of her classes, charming and confident, with a wicked sense of humor that always made her laugh. He’d flirted with her from the start, and at first, she’d brushed it off, telling herself it was harmless. But the more time they spent together, the harder it became to deny the attraction between them.

It started with lingering glances, then casual touches that lasted a little too long. Then came the late-night study sessions, the playful banter that slowly turned into something more. Dave had a way of making her feel __seen,__ __desired,__ __alive.__ And when he finally kissed her one night after class, she didn’t stop him.

She knew it was wrong. She knew she was betraying Mark, betraying their marriage. But in that moment, she didn’t care. The way Dave made her feel was intoxicating, addicting. And once she’d had a taste, she couldn’t stop.

They started meeting in secret, sneaking around behind Mark’s back. At first, it was just kisses, just stolen moments in empty classrooms or dimly lit parking lots. But it didn’t take long for things to escalate. The first time they slept together, Aycee told herself it was a mistake, that she wouldn’t let it happen again. But the guilt only made the thrill more intense, and soon, she was hooked.

Dave was different in bed—__wild,__ __unpredictable,__ __dominant.__ He knew exactly how to touch her, how to make her forget everything except the pleasure he was giving her. And Aycee loved it. She loved the way he made her feel, loved the way he pushed her boundaries, loved the way he made her feel like she was someone __wanted,__ __needed,__ __irresistible.__

But there was something else, too. Something she didn’t want to admit, even to herself. Dave didn’t just make her feel desired—he made her feel __free.__ With him, she wasn’t just Mark’s wife, the responsible college student, the girl who always did what she was supposed to. With him, she could be someone else entirely. Someone __bold,__ __reckless,__ __untamed.__

And she was desperate to hold onto that feeling, no matter the cost.

---

Back in the present, Dave’s thrusts grew more erratic, his grip on her hips tightening as he neared his climax. __“You’re mine, Aycee,”__ he growled, his voice rough with possession. __“Say it.”__

She hesitated for a moment, her mind flashing to Mark, to the life she was risking with every second she spent with Dave. But then he hit that __spot,__ the one that made her see stars, and all rational thought disappeared.

“I’m yours,” she moaned, her voice trembling with need. __“Only yours.”__

Dave let out a low, satisfied groan, his pace faltering as he finally came, his body shuddering against hers. Aycee followed close behind, her own climax crashing over her in waves, leaving her breathless and trembling. 

For a moment, they stayed like that, connected, their bodies slick with sweat, their breaths ragged. Then Dave pulled out, collapsing onto the bed beside her. 

Aycee lay there, staring up at the ceiling, her mind racing. She knew she should feel guilty, should feel ashamed. But all she could feel was __alive.__

Dave turned to her, a lazy smile on his lips. __“You’re something else, you know that?”__ he said, reaching out to brush a strand of hair from her face. 

She didn’t respond, couldn’t. The truth was, she didn’t know what she was anymore. All she knew was that she was caught—between her husband and her lover, between the life she had and the life she wanted. And she didn’t know how to choose.

Dave’s hand trailed down her body, his fingers tracing patterns on her skin. __“You know what I want, Aycee?”__ he murmured, his voice low and dangerous. __“I want to take you again. But this time, I want to take you somewhere __else.__”__

Aycee’s breath caught, her heart racing as she realized what he was implying. Her body betrayed her, a wave of heat flooding through her at the thought. She should say no. She should stop this, before it went too far. 

But she didn’t. Instead, she turned to him, her eyes meeting his, and nodded. 

Dave’s grin widened, and he leaned in, his lips brushing against hers. __“Good girl,”__ he whispered, his voice dripping with promise. __“Let’s see how much you can take.”__

And then he was pulling her to her knees, his hands guiding her, positioning her, preparing her. Aycee’s heart was pounding, her body trembling with anticipation and fear. She knew what was coming, knew it would hurt, knew she should stop him. 

But she didn’t. And when he entered her, she let out a cry, her body arching, her mind spiraling as she gave herself over to him completely. 

She was caught. And she didn’t know if she ever wanted to escape.

A married college student, Aycee, finds herself torn between her distant husband and her passionate lover, Dave. She indulges in secret, intense encounters with Dave, drawn to his wild and unpredictable nature, while grappling with the guilt and exhilaration of her infidelity.

Aycee's life becomes a delicate balance between her responsibilities as a wife and the thrilling freedom she finds with Dave. Their encounters escalate, pushing her boundaries and forcing her to confront her desires and the consequences of her actions. The story delves into themes of forbidden love, the allure of the forbidden, and the complexities of marital infidelity, exploring the intense emotions and physical pleasures that Aycee experiences as she navigates her dual life.

Caught Between Her Husband and Lover

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