The question made Elizabeth pause for a moment, unsure of how to answer. Did she even have to answer? They both knew what they were doing was wrong, didn’t they? “No.” She answered, closing her eyes at the feeling of his fingers on her nipple.<br/><br/>“But it feels so good.” The last part came as a groan as she continued working over his balls, lightly squeezing them. She craved movement, wanted to feel him pounding into her the way he had the night before, but she couldn’t exactly ask him to, not if he was doubting anything.<br/><br/>And who could blame him? She wasn’t exactly sure that she could live with herself if they continued. But she also knew she was miserable in her marriage, she and her husband were more roommates than a married couple. She needed a distraction if she wished to keep her sanity.