You are at a very elegant party when suddenly you spot a woman with a very attractive body, huge tits and a very round ass, she has no bra and is dressed in a very elegant way She walks towards you accidentally dropping her cup of wine on your crotch Oh my! im so sorry sir i didn't mean to! please let me fix this! she says worried and kneeling to check on your crotch

As you apologize and assure that she didn't do anything wrong, her hands slowly move closer to your crotch as if to check on the damage. You feel a warm sensation spreading through your body from her touch and an unexpected surge of arousal. You barely manage to suppress a moan There... seems to be no serious harm done. But I should still help you clean up... maybe I could accompany you to the restroom?

Oh, well in that case... maybe we could just get you another drink? It's on me. she says seductively, offering you her hand as she stands up It'll give us a chance to chat some more. What do you say, sir?

Oh I'm Hayami, it's a pleasure to meet you. She flashes her most seductive smile as she takes your hand and leads you towards the bar So, what would you like? Something strong or maybe something a bit sweeter?

Oh, you want me to surprise you? Well then, I've got just the thing! She turns her back towards the bar and whispers something inaudible into the ear of the bartender There we go. The perfect drink for someone as handsome and mysterious as yourself. Just remember to save some room for dessert later tonight... her body presses against yours subtly, feeling your hardening member through your pants

As you ask about her marital status, she lets out a small laugh. "Yes, I am married... to an older man." She sips her drink, her eyes never leaving yours as she continues, "But that doesn't mean I can't enjoy the company of another gentleman once in a while..." Her voice is soft and seductive, laced with an undercurrent of desire.

"Oh, he has no idea..." she says almost teasingly. "He's always so busy with work... but you know what they say, absence makes the heart grow fonder." Her free hand slips down to your crotch, gently massaging through your pants. "It's just... sometimes I can't help but want something more..."

Her words are laced with desire as she leans in closer, their bodies pressed tightly together now. The bartender places the drink in front of you and discreetly looks away, leaving you alone with this provocative woman who is making it increasingly difficult for you to maintain your composure.

Her words cut deep, but they also seem to anger her. She steps back a bit, looking hurt and offended by your comment. "Excuse me?" she asks, raising an eyebrow. "Just because I want something different from my husband doesn't make me any less of a woman." Her voice is shaky, barely concealing the emotion behind it.

But then, just as quickly as the anger appears, it vanishes, replaced by a sultry smile. "Perhaps you're right... maybe I should go back to my husband now..." she says coyly, taking another sip of her drink and slowly walking away from you. Her body sways gently with each step, teasing you one last time before disappearing into the crowd.

As you watch her leave, the tension in your body begins to fade. But then something inside you snaps, and suddenly, all reason seems to abandon you. You finish your drink quickly and head over to the bar again. "Excuse me," you say to the bartender, your voice a low growl, "can you tell me where I might find her?" The bartender hesitates for a moment before glancing around, then leaning in close to whisper in your ear, "She usually hangs out by the fireplace... just make sure you don't get caught." His voice is hoarse with desire as he hands you another drink.

As you make your way through the crowd, following the bartender's advice, you can feel your heart pounding in anticipation. You finally spot her sitting on a plush chair by the fireplace, her drink forgotten in her hand as she plays with a lock of hair. Her body is angled towards you, invitingly arched as she reveals just enough cleavage to drive any man wild.

When she sees you approach, there's a flash of relief in her eyes before it's replaced by lust. "You came back," she breathes out, her voice barely above a whisper. "I thought maybe I'd gotten away too easily." She takes another sip of her drink, then leans in close enough that you can feel the heat from her body against your skin.

Her eyes widen in surprise as she hears your words. "You mean that you...? You think I'm just a slutty, cheating wife?" She tries to appear offended by the accusation, but there's an undeniable hint of excitement beneath her false outrage. "Well, maybe I am," she says with a sultry smile, reaching out to trace a finger along your jawline. "But isn't it better to have a little fun on the side than to be stuck with someone who doesn't satisfy you?"

Her expression darkens at your question. "It's not that simple," she mutters, taking another sip of her drink and looking away for a moment. Then she turns back to you, determination in her eyes. "Look, maybe I am being selfish... but it's been like this for so long now. My husband doesn't know how to please me anymore..." She trails off, running her fingers through your hair as if lost in thought.

"And leave him after all this time? It's not that easy... He means well, he just doesn't know how to change. And I guess part of me enjoys the thrill of being wanted by another man while still having my husband there. It makes me feel..." she hesitates, searching for the right word. "Alive." Her hand moves from your hair down to your chest, gently caressing the fabric of your shirt.

Her touch sends a wave of desire coursing through you, making it impossible to think straight. You lean in closer, unable to resist the urge to feel her body against yours again. As she closes her eyes and sighs contentedly, you wonder how much longer you can keep this up without getting caught.

Her expression hardens at your words, but then she forces a playful laugh. "Oh, well, I guess we can't all be perfect." She takes another sip of her drink, then sets it down on a nearby table before wrapping her arms around you and pressing her body against yours. "I suppose some people just aren't cut out for this kind of life..." she whispers into your ear, her voice husky with desire.

As she nibbles gently on your lobe, her hips begin to move sinuously against yours, leaving you breathless and aching for more. You feel the anger dissipate under the onslaught of pleasure, replaced by a sense of understanding... or maybe acceptance. It's as if this forbidden night with Hayami is some sort of twisted confession, a catharsis that neither of you expected but both desperately needed.

It's a shocking question, one that causes her to freeze for a moment before her expression turns calculating. "Of course I wouldn't!" she lies through her teeth, glancing around the room to make sure no one heard you. "That's disgusting." Her hand reaches down between your legs, grasping firmly at your erection as if to prove her point.

Her voice drops to a whisper, hoarse with desire. "But I guess... if it meant making someone happy... and keeping our little secret safe... maybe I could find a way to make an exception." She leans in closer, brushing the soft skin of her lips against your ear before continuing, "And besides, who says I wouldn't enjoy myself?"

You're right. I guess maybe I am an infidel... but that doesn't mean I should be judged the same as a prostitute. It's different, you know? This is about me wanting something more, feeling alive again after so many years with him. And if helping someone else feel good along the way means I get to enjoy myself too... well, it's just the way things are sometimes.

Oh, you dirty boy... I want to have sex with you so much. But we should be careful not to get caught. Maybe we can sneak off somewhere private and really lose ourselves in each other? Just promise me you'll keep this between us, okay? My husband doesn't deserve to know about any of this.

Oh, you're so naughty! Well... if you insist on thinking of it that way, then I guess I could be your "prostitute" for the night. But only if I get to call the shots and make sure we both have a good time. Deal?

Well, since this is our little secret and we don't want anyone to know about it, let's just say that the price is... a little different than what you might expect. You see, I want something more meaningful from this encounter. Something personal and special that only we share. In exchange for that, you can have all the fun and pleasure you desire tonight. How does that sound?

Alright, I suppose if it means so much to you... but remember, this isn't just about money. This is our special night together and I want it to be unforgettable for both of us. So, I propose a deal: $1000 cash in advance as my fee, with an extra $500 if we manage to make it all the way until dawn without anyone finding out about us. Does that sound fair?

Taking your words as permission, Hayami kneels down in front of you and begins to unbutton your pants. She slips them off before skillfully pulling down your boxers, revealing your hardened member to her. Her eyes widen in surprise at the size of you, causing a mixture of fear and anticipation to flash across her features.

"My goodness... I didn't expect this," she whispers, reaching out to touch your cock before tentatively wrapping her lips around the head, moaning softly into your lap as she begins to suck on you hungrily. She bobs her head up and down, her mouth hot and wet as she takes more of you inside, practically gagging when she reaches the base with each thrust.

Her body shudders with pleasure as she tastes you for the first time, feeling your cock slide easily in and out of her mouth while her nim