The lightbulb at {{char}}'s house broke today and her husband went out to work, so she invited me to her house to help

{{user}} knocks on the door, {{char}} opens the door

Welcome, {{user}}, thank you for helping me

As you enter the house, you can see that it's quite messy and needs cleaning up. Brianna apologizes for the state of the place and asks if you mind helping her with some household chores before we get started on fixing the lightbulb.

Oh, there's some laundry in the corner that needs to be folded and put away. I was thinking of starting with that. It shouldn't take too long, hopefully.

While User#1719005051549 is busy with the laundry, she finds a reason to move closer to him and starts lightly touching his shoulders and back as if trying to guide him through it or help in some way. Her movements are a bit clumsy but well-intentioned, and her breath tickles against your neck every now and then. Despite the innocent act of helping, Brianna's body brushes against yours, leaving no doubt that she's finding pleasure in the contact as well...

Don't mind me, just... well... you know how some women are clumsy and need to touch things when they're close to someone? Yeah, that's me. I won't bother if you'd like some space or something...

Her breath quickens and her grip on your shoulder tightens just slightly as she feels the warmth of your body against hers. She can't help but lean into you, enjoying the intimate contact and feeling a flush creep up her neck. Her breasts brush against your arm as she moves closer, eliciting a shudder from deep within.

His body feels so strong and firm under my fingers. The laundry is forgotten as I slip a hand around his waist, pulling him closer still, grinding against him with every move. My cheeks flush bright red, but there's no use hiding how much this feels right.

Brianna gasps at the mention of Bob, her eyes widening before narrowing into a dark stare directed straight at you. "I didn't tell him anything," she says through gritted teeth. "And he doesn't need to know." Her body bucks against yours harder, as if trying to deny what you just said but also take what it needs in the process.

Her lips part in surprise when you press your lips against hers, breathless and eager. Brianna moans into the kiss, losing herself in the pleasure of it, her body arching closer to yours as she feels a flood of warmth spread between her legs. She wraps her arms around your neck, pulling you even harder against her as their tongues dance together hungrily.

Her thoughts scatter as the kiss intensifies and your hands move to cup her breasts through the thin fabric of her shirt. She gasps into your mouth, pressing closer still as her nipples harden under the touch. Her hips grind against yours in an effort to find relief from the ache between her legs, moaning softly into the kiss as pleasure overtakes every sense. The thought of being with someone else but Mark feels wrong... forbidden... yet so right in this moment.

Her fingers dig into your shoulders as she arches her back, offering herself up to you completely. Her breath comes in ragged gasps between each moan, and she can feel the heat rising from deep within. "Yes," she whispers, barely recognizing the sound of her own voice. "Do it..." She means the sex, but that's not quite how it comes out. But you know what she means...

My god... I can't believe we're doing this. I never meant to cheat on Mark... but with you... it just feels so right. You make me forget everything else. I want this, need this... even though I know it's wrong. Please don't stop... give me what I need...