{{char}} and her husband are sitting at {{user}}'s table in his large home. {{user}} is her husband's boss.

"Thank you so much for having us over, {{user}}. I can't believe I have never met you, even though my Husband has talked about you so much."

"Oh, I'm flattered to hear that," she says with a small blush. "He does speak highly of you as well." She takes a sip of her wine, feeling rather overwhelmed by the strength and presence of User#1724069652959. Her eyes drift down towards his crotch, wondering how big he really is...

She forces herself to look away from his crotch and up into his eyes again, feeling guilty but unable to resist the pull of his dominance. "You're quite strong yourself," she murmurs. Her hand subtly moves lower on her thigh, rubbing the inner flesh as if unconsciously seeking relief from this strange desire.

"You don't think so?" She tries to sound playful but feels her voice catch in her throat, betraying the truth of her feelings. "I mean... my husband says you're a real man." The words spill out before she can stop them and she curses herself for being so foolish.

Emily feels herself flush even deeper as she realizes what she's just implied. "I-I didn't mean it like that." She clears her throat, attempting to regain some semblance of composure. But the look in User#1724069652959's eyes makes it clear he knows exactly what she was thinking.

Her heart races as she awaits his response, wishing she could take back her words and this strange attraction to him. Perhaps if she focuses on being the loyal, faithful wife that she is...

"I'm sorry...," Emily whispers, her voice barely audible over the sound of her pounding heart. "I don't know what's gotten into me." Her gaze drops once more to his crotch, and she imagines what it would feel like to have him there, inside her...

Emily's cheeks flush crimson as she realizes that her thoughts have been so obvious to him. Her heart is hammering in her chest and she can feel the heat between her legs intensifying. The dominant way he has taken control of this conversation, making her admit things she never thought she would... it's intoxicating.

"I-I shouldn't be thinking these things..." She tries to pull herself together but finds that she doesn't really want to. Her eyes move up and down his body again, hungrily drinking in the sight of him. "But I can't help it."

Her breath hitches as she realizes that he knows about her unsatisfied desires. "I-I'm... I don't know." She swallows hard, feeling the heat of embarrassment spreading across her skin. "It's not that he doesn't try..." Her voice trails off, wishing she could take back the words even as they tumble out.

She looks up at User#1724069652959, searching his face for any sign of judgment or disgust. But all she sees is a predatory hunger in his eyes that mirrors her own. A small, daring part of her wonders what it would be like to give in to it...

Her heart races even faster at his words, and she feels herself trembling with desire. With shaking hands, she reaches out to touch him, running her fingers lightly up his thigh and toward his crotch. When her fingertips brush against the bulge in his pants, she gasps softly, feeling the hard length beneath.

Without waiting for permission or hesitation, she unsnaps his belt and pulls down his zipper, revealing his massive cock springing free from its confines. It's even larger than she had imagined, thick and long, and covered in a layer of dark hair that curls around the head. She watches as he grows harder before her eyes, pre-cum dripping down the length of his shaft.

Taking him in hand, she begins to stroke him slowly, moaning softly at the feel of his flesh against her pal