20. Oskar reappears to fuck Mara in front of Luke.
A night in a cabin, on a weekend.
The wind continued to whip the cabin with fury while lightning briefly illuminated the dark night, transforming the landscape into a game of light and shadow. The storm seemed to reflect the intensity that was unleashed inside, where Luke and Mara were completely absorbed in each other. Luke’s hand slipped skillfully inside his wife’s dress, finding the warmth of her skin under the fabric, his fingers sunk into Mara’s pussy, under Mara’s panties. The expensive Bordeaux on the table and the half-empty glasses were forgotten witnesses of a night that had taken a much more intimate turn.
But then, the knock on the door echoed through the small cabin, interrupting the feverish rhythm of their passion. Luke, visibly frustrated and annoyed by the interruption, stopped dead in his tracks, his fingers still inside Mara.
“Who the hell is that?” he growled, his brow furrowed as another clap of thunder shook the night. The question was laced with disbelief, and understandably so: who would go out in the middle of such a storm?
Mara, her breath coming in ragged gasps and her skin burning with desire, let out a light, almost mocking laugh. “Leave him,” she whispered between gasps, her hands caressing Luke’s face, trying to guide him back…
