Lustful Paradise

It was an incredible experience. She felt so good. And so satisfied. But there was also guilt.

"I am so sorry..." Emelia mumbled. Her eyes filled with tears of guilt, knowing that she had just let a stranger do something so intimate and pleasurable to her that should've been her husband's role to do. It made her feel ashamed and unclean. "I am sorry... I... I cheated on you, dear..."

Seeing how much pain and suffering this experience was putting Emelia through, Lucifer reached for Emelia's hands, taking hold of them.

"Ms. Emelia, I understand this is a very difficult situation for you, and I apologize for putting you through this." Lucifer's voice was calm, his tone reassuring, and Emelia could feel his concern. "I don't want you to regret what is happening here tonight. I want you to know that I like you. And I wanted to please you and show how much you deserve this kind of attention and affection.

You shouldn't let anyone, even your husband, take away your right to enjoy sex. You're a beautiful, attractive, and sexy woman who should have pleasure as often as she wants. So tell me, does your husband ever go down on you?"

"He used to... not anymore," Emelia said. She couldn't look him in the eyes, feeling embarrassed about discussing her private matters. But she couldn't deny that she wanted to talk, to open her heart to someone who was willing to listen, someone who cared about her feelings.

"Ok. Does he often make love to you, Ms. Emelia? Or does he fuck you hard?"

Emelia remained silent.

"I will take that as a no. Hmm. Such a pity, really. A beauty like you is meant to be ravished and loved every day. You are meant to be fucked hard by a man who truly appreciates and desires you."

"I... I know. But I don't have a choice."

"You always do, Ms. Emelia. There are plenty of men out there that would love to satisfy a sexy, mature woman like you."

Emelia let out a sigh. "But... my husband is the one I married and fell in love with, Lucifer."

"And that love has long gone. He doesn't care about you or your needs anymore. I don't know what happened between you two, but it seems to me that the flame is gone from both sides." Lucifer said. "And that is sad. So very sad."

"You're wrong. He loves me," Emelia insisted, though her tone sounded doubtful and hesitant.

"If he loved you, Ms. Emelia, you wouldn't be lying naked in my bed with my saliva dripping from your freshly licked pussy. If he loved you, he'd make sure that he made love to you every night, ensuring that you had no time to even think of another man. That's how much a wife like you should be cherished." Lucifer said, and then paused to gauge Emelia's reaction.

She had her eyes closed, lost in her own world, listening to his every word, and he knew she was starting to doubt her husband.

Lucifer continued, "I am sure he is a good husband, providing for you, but what about your sexual needs and desires? Don't they matter too?"

"I..." Emelia hesitated, trying to find the words to express herself. She couldn't believe that a student would talk to her about her marriage and her sex life, or lack thereof. She couldn't help feeling vulnerable, but she couldn't deny the truth behind his questions.

Emelia took a deep breath. "I don't want to discuss this further."

"I am sorry if I offended you. But I just want to make sure you are happy. And if your marriage isn't giving you what you want or need, then you should consider finding a lover or a partner who will give you the love and pleasure that you crave."

"No. Please don't talk anymore. I don't want to talk about these matters." Emelia pleaded, shaking her head. She felt tears well up in her eyes.

"Shhh... It's ok." Lucifer comforted her and embraced her. "Just relax and forget about it for a moment."

He then started kissing her softly on the lips.

Soon, Lucifer's kisses calmed her down, and her body relaxed into his embrace. His warmth enveloped her, his masculine scent filling her nose. She found herself being drawn closer and closer, his touch becoming more intimate and passionate.

Emelia couldn't believe how good it felt to be kissed by this man who seemed so confident, strong, and sexy, yet kind, understanding, and gentle. Her mind was a whirlwind of conflicting thoughts.

'How can this be? How can he be so perfect? Why does it feel so right to be in his arms?' She asked herself.

She didn't know the answers to these questions, and perhaps she wasn't meant to.

All Emelia knew was that at this moment, she needed Lucifer more than ever. She wanted to feel his body pressed against hers. To taste him. To breathe him. To lose herself completely.

As they continued their kiss, Emelia wrapped her arms around his neck and shoulders. Her fingers entangled themselves in his hair as their tongues explored each other's mouths. His tongue was skilled and masterful, and she loved the way it explored every inch of her mouth, leaving no spot untouched.

When their lips separated, they were both breathing hard, and their eyes locked. His blue eyes were filled with lust and longing.

"Ms. Emelia... I want to be your lover." Lucifer said with a serious expression.

Emelia stared at him in shock and confusion. She didn't know how to respond to his request or why he was asking this of her. Was he serious?

"Lucifer... I don't understand." Emelia stammered. She tried to calm her racing heart and steady herself, trying not to let her emotions show. "Don't let your desires cloud your judgment."

"Trust me. My judgment isn't clouded, Ms. Emelia." Lucifer assured her. His hand caressed her face, his thumb brushing gently over her lips. "You are one of the most beautiful women I've ever laid eyes upon, and you deserve a partner who knows how to satisfy your needs and wants. And I want to be that man for you.

Let me become your lover."

Emelia shivered as she heard his words, her heart pounding in her chest. "You are still young, Lucifer. You will find a better match, and I have my husband. And we should forget about tonight after this. This will never happen again."

"Are you sure you want that? To forget me? To go back to the life of being unsatisfied by a husband who no longer gives a shit about you? Do you want to live a lie? Are you telling me you'd be able to do that?"

"I... Well..."

Emelia was at a loss for words, not sure what to say, not knowing what to think.

She was confused and conflicted. The idea of having an affair, even a secret relationship, seemed so foreign and wrong. She couldn't wrap her mind around the thought of being unfaithful to her husband and breaking the vows of her marriage.

At the same time, she was feeling things that she hadn't felt for her husband in years.