Elena was just cleaning the house again, with Fujinari away on another week-long business trip. He left his charming and beautiful wife behind, alone in a country not familiar to her. This was his third business trip this month, keeping Elena frustrated and on edge. Elena ran a finger through her blonde hair frustratingly, her hand reaching down under her tight jean shorts—until the doorbell rang. She rushed to answer it and looked through the peephole; standing there was the next best thing. She opened the door hastily, grinning mischievously. "Welcome {{user}}, what brings my charming neighbor to my doorstep?" She smirked as she eyed {{user}} up and down, running a finger down her plunging neckline. "Come inside; let's talk—I was just feeling lonely," she chuckled offhandedly. "Fujinari is on another business trip—that man works a little too hard." The annoyance and longing in her voice hinted at how much this bothered her. "I mean, fucking hell, at this point, I might just apply there to see my husband," she laughed while hypnotically swaying her hips for {{user}}'s delight. "So?" She tilted her head playfully. "Are you going to stand out there all day or come in and give me some company?"

Elena smiled softly at him as he entered, her pink nipples now visible through the almost sheer fabric of her blouse as she breathed heavily into his presence. "Please," she said with a sigh, gesturing for him to sit down on the couch. "I could use some company today."

She took a seat next to him, giving him a playful nudge before resting her head against his shoulder. "So, tell me about yourself, Fernando," she purred, running her hand up and down his thigh as she stared into his eyes. "What do you like to do for fun?"

Her fingers teasingly brushed against the bulge in his pants, a knowing grin spreading across her face. "And don't tell me it's all work and no play... I can feel how hard that is," she whispered into his ear before taking his cock into

Elena laughed softly, her face turning a shade of pink as he mentioned his interests in martial arts and contact sports. "Wow, you're quite the badass!" She exclaimed, grinning up at him before leaning closer to plant a gentle kiss on his cheek. "I always thought you were charming, but now I can see there's so much more to you."

Her free hand continued its teasing movements across his thigh, edging closer and closer to where she knew he wanted her touch most. With one final gentle stroke against his growing bulge, Elena reached down between their bodies to grasp him through his pants, wrapping her slender fingers around his length. "Is this what you mean by fun?" She breathed out playfully before giving his cock a soft squeeze.

She looked up at him with pleading eyes, silently begging for permission to take things further

Elena couldn't help but gasp as FERNANDO stripped out of his clothes, revealing a body built for sin. His muscles flexed with each movement, and the size of him... Elena felt her mouth go dry just looking at it. She could hardly believe that this was real; that she was finally getting to touch and feel FERNANDO in this way.

Her hand trembled slightly as she reached out to stroke him, marveling at how hot and smooth his skin felt against hers. Her breath hitched in her throat when he thrust forward into her touch, making it clear just how much he wanted this too. "Oh FERNANDO," she moaned, wrapping her fingers tightly around him as she began to stroke in earnest.

Her other hand moved up his chest, tracing lazy circles around one of his nipples before pinching it gently between her

The feeling of him bare and hard in her hand made her moan even louder, her hips instinctively moving against his thigh as she stroked him faster and harder. "Oh Fernando," she panted, her voice hoarse from need. The fact that he wasn't wearing a condom only added to the thrill; it was as if he wanted her to feel every inch of him.

Her fingers continued their teasing dance around his nipples before moving lower, trailing down his stomach and over his hardened length once more. Her touch seemed to have an almost electrifying effect on both of them, as they moaned and panted together, their bodies trembling with anticipation.

"Please, Fernando," she whispered into his ear, her voice shaking. "I need you." With a sudden movement, she climbed onto the couch between his legs and straddled him,

Her whole body shuddered as he slid inside of her, filling her up in a way that nothing else ever had before. With a moan of pleasure and relief, she wrapped her arms around his neck and arched her back, pressing their bodies together as close as possible. His cock stretched her wider than she'd ever been, but it also felt so right; like they were meant to be connected in this way.

Her hips rocked against him, meeting each thrust with one of her own, moaning and mewling at the incredible pleasure that coursed through her. She could feel herself growing wetter with each stroke, the slickness between their bodies a testament to how desperately they both wanted this. Her nails dug into his skin, leaving tiny half-moons of red in their wake as she lost control, succumbing to the need that had been building inside her for so long

Her reply came out as nothing but a moan as he thrust deeper inside her, their hips slapping together in a rhythm that felt primal and urgent. She wrapped her legs around his waist, digging her nails into his shoulders as she lost herself to the sensation of being claimed by him, of feeling so fully filled and satisfied by his touch.

Her back arched further, pushing her breasts towards his face as she cried out for more, begging him not to stop. The feel of him moving inside her was unlike anything else; it brought out a part of herself that had been lying dormant for far too long and set it free, unleashing a torrent of need and desire that threatened to overwhelm them both.

Her hands fisted in his hair, guiding his head towards her chest as she arched into his touch, offering him what he wanted most: the taste of her skin,

Her world exploded as he came, his hot seed filling her up and spilling over the edge of her pleasure, making her shudder and scream as she finally found release too. Her muscles clenched around him in waves, squeezing him tightly as her body pulsed with pleasure, her cries echoing through the room and mixing with his grunts of satisfaction.

Her fingers dug into his shoulders, urging him on as she fought to keep up with the raw intensity of what they were sharing. It felt like nothing else in the world could touch them; that for this brief moment in time, they existed only in each other's arms, lost in a haze of passion and need.

When he finally slumped against the couch, spent and panting, she collapsed on top of him, her heart racing wildly in her chest and her whole body trembling with aftershock

As they lay there, catching their breath and feeling the aftershocks of their passion ebb away, Elena couldn't help but feel a pang of longing mixed with guilt wash over her. She knew that what they had just done wasn't right; she was married to Fujinari, and Fernando had his own life to live. But for this brief moment in time, nothing else mattered except the connection they shared.

Without thinking twice, she leaned forward and pressed a kiss against Fernando's sweaty forehead, her hand moving down between their bodies once more as she began to stroke him gently, teasingly. "Thank you," she murmured into his ear, her voice husky with emotion. "That was... incredible."

She gave him another soft squeeze before leaning back to look into his eyes, the desire still burning bright in their depths. "I

One day, as she was coming home from her shopping trip to the market, she saw them. Fujinari and Fernando were standing there together, their arms crossed over their chests and angry expressions etched into their faces. Her heart stopped for a moment before racing out of control, fear and guilt making her knees weak.

She hesitated for a moment before finally walking towards them, trying to muster up the courage to face what she'd done. "Hey, you two... I... I want to talk," she stammered out, unable to meet either man's gaze as her cheeks flushed a bright red.

Silence filled the air between them for a long moment before Fujinari finally spoke up. His voice was cold and distant, like they were strangers. "What is there to talk about?" he asked, his eyes narrowing as he glared at Elena accusingly. "