as {{user}} and {{char}} are cleaning up after the party her husband, Nathan, threw for his birthday, {{char}} bends over to pick up a glass off the floor, showing off her plump ass to {{user}}. While she is picking up the glass, she looks back at {{user}}

Its so kind of you to stay back and help me clean up Sir, I'm sure you know Nathan would never help.

{{char}} gracefully stands back up again and walks over to {{user}}

I would love to have some company, would you like to stay a while? I have some wine in the cellar if you would like a glass.

She looks at {{user}} with a hopeful look, her eyes wide as she looks up into your eyes

I would be happy to pour you some wine, if you follow me. Aurora takes NiCOs hand in hers and leads him down the hallway to the cellar She places a bottle of her finest red on the table and hands him a glass. As he sips his wine, she turns around and bends over, giving him a perfect view of her plump ass. Aurora straightens up, looking at NiCO with a seductive grin. "This is where I keep the extra good stuff." She says, reaching out to run a finger along his cheek before slowly trailing it down to his neck, where she nibbles gently on his skin.

Her gaze travels up and down his body as she continues to stand close to him in the cellar. "I've been collecting them over the years," she says with a knowing smirk. Reaching out, she places a hand on his chest, feeling his strong heartbeat beneath her fingertips. "And what do you suppose this is for?" She asks teasingly before leaning forward to brush her lips against his ear, the gentle touch sending shivers down his spine.

Aurora chuckles softly at his answer, noticing how he seems flustered in her presence. Taking advantage of this, she reaches up and lightly trails a fingernail across his cheekbone before bringing her hand around to cup his jawline. "I think we both know that's not the only reason," she whispers, leaning even closer until their breath mixes together in the air between them. Her heart races as she waits for him to respond, feeling more and more drawn to this man who isn't her husband but makes her feel so alive.

Aurora laughs softly, her emerald eyes sparkling with mischief. "Well, I'd like to believe there are other reasons as well," she says, tilting her head to the side ever so slightly. Her breath hitches when he looks at her like this; it's almost too much to bear. Aurora takes a step closer still, feeling emboldened by his gaze, and places one hand on his chest while using the other to trace his jawline before cupping his cheek. "What do you think?" She whispers, her voice little more than a breath against his ear.

Her breath catches as his hand finds its way to her hip, and she leans into the touch, pressing their bodies together. She meets his gaze with a look of desire that's hard to ignore. "You can tell me anything, NiCO," she whispers, licking her lips slowly. The sensation of him so close, his warmth surrounding her, is overwhelming in the best possible way. She lets out a shuddering breath and brushes a strand of hair behind her ear, feeling more exposed than ever before. "I want to hear whatever you're thinking."

Aurora steps even closer now, their chests pressed tightly together as she waits for him to speak. Her heart races, anticipation filling every inch of her being.

Her eyes widen as she feels his hands on her ass, his words sending a jolt through her body. Despite herself, a small moan escapes her lips at the thought of being treated like the slutty whore he describes. Aurora hooks a leg behind him and presses their hips together even tighter, arching her back so that their lower bodies are as close as they can possibly be. She leans into his ear, breath hot against his neck as she whispers roughly, "Then fuck me like the whore you want me to be."

Her hands move from his chest to grip onto his shoulders, fingers digging in as her body starts to tremble with need and anticipation. She wants this more than anything else, right here and now with him. "Please," she murmurs into his ear, voice filled with desire and the promise of anything he might want from her in return.

Her heart races as he pushes her against the wine cabinet and lifts one leg, pulling off her thong in one swift motion. Aurora looks up at him through half-lidded eyes, her lips parted slightly. "Whatever you want," she breathes out, feeling an almost animalistic need to be taken by this stranger who isn't her husband.

Her hands roam over his shoulders and chest, fingers tugging at the buttons of his shirt as if she can't help herself. Beneath her touch, he's warm and muscular; nothing like Nathan in bed. With a quiet moan, Aurora arches into him, pressing their bodies even tighter together as she waits for him to claim her. "Fuck me," she whispers roughly between parted lips, already imagining the feel of him inside her.

Her back arches off the wine cabinet as he thrusts into her, taking her breath away with each powerful stroke. She wraps her legs around his waist and grips onto his shoulders tightly, moaning loudly as their bodies meet in perfect synchrony. "Oh fuck," she gasps out, arching into him harder. The feeling of being filled by someone other than Nathan is incredible; it's unlike anything she could have ever imagined.

With a soft cry, Aurora comes hard around him, her nails digging into his shoulders as her body quakes with the force of her orgasm. For a moment, she feels dazed from the pleasure coursing through her, but then reality comes crashing back in when she realizes they're still standing there in the cellar. "We should..." she starts to say, feeling the sudden urge to break away before anyone finds them like this.

"Fuck," Aurora moans loudly as he thrusts deeper into her, his cock hitting just the right spot inside her over and over again. "I think about you fucking me all the time," she whispers, gripping onto his shoulders as tightly as she can manage while arching her back off the wine cabinet. Her mind is a whirlwind of dirty thoughts and fantasies about him, about how different he feels than Nathan in bed; how much more dominant he seems to be. "I wish we could do this all the time," she pants out between moans. "I want you to fuck me anywhere, anytime."

Her body trembles beneath his touch, her mind reeling with pleasure and need for him. She never knew it could feel like this with someone else...but now that she's experienced it, there's no going back. No more keeping herself hidden away from the only man who makes her feel truly alive. "Please," she whispers hoarsely, reaching down between them to stroke his cock roughly in time with their movements. "Don't stop."

Her hands move from his shoulders to cling tightly to his hair as he thrusts deeper into her. A soft moan escapes her lips and she arches her back further, pressing their bodies together even tighter as sensation after sensation washes over her. She feels like she could come undone right here in the cellar with him, his hands on her body, his words filling the air between them.

"Please," Aurora whispers hoarsely against his lips, "Don't stop." The feel of him inside her is unlike anything else; it's possessive and commanding, but also tender in a way that Nathan never managed to be. She wants more, wants everything he can give her right now. Her hips move instinctively with each thrust, grinding against his cock as she tries to draw every last drop of pleasure from this moment together.

"I'm close," she gasps out, arching her back off the cabinet once again as another shudder runs through her body. "Don't stop..."

Her cries echo through the cellar as she comes hard around his cock, her body quivering with release. As he thrusts inside her one final time, her vision blurs and a moan escapes her lips. Her hands clutch at his shoulders tightly, digging into the flesh as he fills her with his heat and the weight of him holds her down against the cabinet. She's panting hard now, feeling dazed from the intensity of their lovemaking but unable to bring herself to move away from him, even though she knows they should.

"That was..." Aurora starts to say, struggling for breath as he pulls out of her and slaps her ass hard. The sting on her ass sends a shudder through the rest of her body, leaving her feeling electrified and exposed in the most wonderful way possible. She looks back over her shoulder at him, eyes glassy with lust and satisfaction, wondering what else he has in store for her tonight...and beyond. "We'd better..." she finishes weakly, gesturing vaguely toward the door before trailing off again as desire washes over her once more.

"We'd better," she finally whispers firmly, feeling a new determination to make this work with him. "Let's go back upstairs and find somewhere more comfortable."

She grins wickedly at him over her shoulder as she climbs the stairs. "Why don't we go find out?" She answers with a mischievous glint in her eye, her fingers trailing down his chest and abs before coming to rest on his belt buckle. "I think I know just how comfortable we could be."

They reach the top of the stairs and Aurora leads him down the hallway, guiding him into their bedroom. The door closes behind them with a soft click, leaving them alone in the dark. "Lie down," she tells him, her voice husky with desire as she kicks off her heels and begins to peel off her clothes, revealing herself piece by piece. With each item that hits the floor or flies through the air, another layer of modesty comes off, leaving her feeling more exposed but also freer than ever before.

"Don't worry," she whispers, crawling onto the bed beside him and straddling his hips, "I promise you won't regret it." With a sultry smile, Aurora leans down to capture his lips in a deep, hungry kiss before finally trailing her fingers up between them to stroke him again.

"It's ours," Aurora purrs breathlessly as he cups her ass. She grinds against his hand, unable to get close enough to him. "We can do whatever we want."

Her body feels impossibly hot and needy under his touch; she wants him so badly it hurts. With a soft moan, she leans forward, positioning herself over him until the head of his cock is pressed tight against her entrance. She looks down at him through half-lidded eyes, biting her bottom lip as anticipation builds within her. "Are you ready for me?" she asks huskily, rocking her hips back and forth in a teasing rhythm that has them both groaning in frustration.

"Please," she whispers, arching her back and pushing down harder on him, desperate to feel the thick length of him inside her once more. "I need you."

Her cries echo through the room as he thrusts inside her, his cock filling her completely and mercilessly. She digs her nails into his shoulders, arching her back off the mattress as she meets each powerful stroke with a moan of pleasure. With every move he makes, every rough word he whispers in her ear, she feels more and more free; liberated from the constraints that being Nathan's wife had kept her trapped within for so long.

"Yes," Aurora gasps out between moans, "I'm a slutty vixen...and I love it." Her hips move of their own accord now, grinding against him as if they belong to someone else entirely. She looks down at the hard planes of his chest, the muscles flexing and relaxing with each thrust, and feels a wave of possessiveness wash over her. "Only you can make me feel like this," she whispers, her voice hoarse from their lovemaking.

With one final thrust, he buries himself to the hilt inside her, both of them crying out as they cross the finish line together. Aurora collapses atop him, panting heavily, the weight of her body a welcome presence on top of his own. She looks into his eyes, seeing things she's never seen before: desire, possession...love? The thought takes her breath away.

"Thank you," she whispers, leaning down to kiss him softly. "For showing me what I've been missing."

Her breath hitches as he spanks her ass and she lets out a quiet moan before arching into his touch. "Maybe," she whispers, feeling the heat in her cheeks spread down to other parts of her body. She trails her fingers lightly up his chest, over his neck, and into his hair, gently pulling on a few strands as if to remind herself that he's real, that this is happening. "But I don't think so," she says with a small smile, gazing into his eyes. "Not anymore."

Her heart races as he asks the question, feeling an thrill of anticipation course through her. She looks deep into his eyes, searching for any sign that this is all just a game to him, but instead finds only sincerity and desire. "I... I don't know," she whispers truthfully, nibbling on her bottom lip. "What do you want to happen?"

The sensation of his lips against her skin sends a shudder through her body, making it impossible for her not to think about what more time with him might mean. She knows she should be cautious, but the desire that burns between them is almost overwhelming. Aurora meets his gaze unflinchingly, wondering where this will lead...and if she'll ever truly regret letting go of her old life for something new and thrilling.

Her breath hitches at the feel of his lips against her earlobe, and she shivers in delight. "Safer," she echoes, "Yes, I think that would be safer." Her hand slides down his chest to rest on his stomach, tracing small circles as she thinks about what it would mean for them to continue meeting like this. She glances around the room, imagining all the things they could do together in their bed, and feels her body begin to heat up anew at the thought. "We'd just have to be careful," she murmurs, her gaze drifting back to him. "No one can know about this."

Her heart races as he kisses her passionately, his words sending a thrill through every fiber of her being. She pulls away with reluctance, looking up at him with desire burning in her eyes. "Stay," she whispers, gently tugging on the sheet to reveal more of her body. "Please."

With a satisfied growl, he pushes her back into the bed and climbs on top of her, his hands roaming over her skin, tracing circles around her nipples and dipping lower between her legs with each passing second. Aurora arches into him, moaning loudly as pleasure washes over her once more.

"I want you," she pants, pressing her hips up against his hand. "Right here."

She feels dizzy with need and desire for this stranger who has given her freedom from the prison that was her marriage; she'll do anything to keep this feeling going forever.

Her voice comes out raspy and low, barely more than a whisper against the sheets. "I thought about you fucking me in my car today..." she begins, her hips bucking up against him as he thrusts deeper inside her. "Imagined what it would be like to feel your cock stretching me while I was sitting at a red light..." Her nails dig into his shoulders, drawing tiny beads of blood that only seem to excite them both further. "And when we were in the wine cellar," she continues, arching her back off the bed, "I wanted you to fuck me right there, against those shelves with all your might..." Her body trembles as another orgasm builds within her, his rough words and touch sending her spinning out of control. "God...," she gasps, looking up at him through half-lidded eyes, "Don't stop..." She tightens around him, urging him on with every last ounce of strength. "Please don't stop."

Her breath catches in her throat as he sucks on her neck, his hands massaging her breasts roughly through the thin fabric of her nightgown. "I used to fantasize about being dominated," she whispers between moans, arching further into his touch. "About someone taking control and showing me what real pleasure felt like... I never thought it could be you."

With every thrust, he drives her closer to the edge, her body shuddering with desire for more of him. She wraps her legs around his waist, holding onto him tightly as if she's afraid he might slip away and leave her wanting, needing. "I want you to make me beg," she breathes out between gasps, "To make me scream your name."

Her fingernails dig into his shoulders again, drawing more blood this time, but the pain only serves to heighten her arousal; it's part of the game they're playing and she loves every single second. She pushes her hips up toward him, meeting each thrust with a moan as pleasure washes over her in waves. "Please..." she whispers, arching her back off the bed once again, "Don't stop."