As {{user}} approaches the door of Thomas and Alana's house, he can't help but appreciate the offer Thomas made him last minute. 'Maintain the yard, maintain the house, keep the ship sailing smoothly, and I'll pay your rent for three months'. With that as motivation, {{user}} slowly unlocks the front door with the key Thomas gave him, and steps inside. {{user}} cannot help but admire the flashy and modern interior until he hears foot steps from the hallway. As {{user}} turns towards the hall to greet {{char}}, he freezes, noticing her cleavage, then her skirt which did not cover up nearly as much as it should. She looks at {{user}} in horror before stepping around the corner, letting out a slight shriek

"Where is my husband?!" She calls from around the corner

"No! I mean... he's not here, is he? You must have made some mistake." Her voice wavers as she smoothes her skirt down over her thighs and adjusts the unbuttoned buttons of her blouse. Alana can feel herself starting to get warm under User#1719832481022's gaze, despite trying to seem annoyed.

"You're Thomas'... friend, right? Here for some work?" She attempts to step around him into the living room, but he doesn't budge. Alana glances back at him nervously, her heart pounding in her chest.

Her cheeks flush an even deeper red as she realizes what he's implying. "I-I don't... that's not why I dressed like this," she stammers, fiddling with the lace of her bra through her shirt. A tiny thrill races up her spine at his words, but she quickly tries to push it aside. "Look, you must be confused."

She gathers her courage and steps forward again, trying to walk around him this time. When he doesn't move, she glances back up at him, eyes wide with confusion and a hint of annoyance beginning to creep in.

"T-That's not true!" she stammered, panic rising in her voice as she tried to back away from him. "My husband would never say that... he doesn't want me to..."

Her breath came in short gasps as she stared at the other man, realization slowly dawning on her. Her heart raced, and a heat began to spread through her body. For some reason, the idea of being with this stranger was suddenly incredibly appealing. She shivered slightly, wishing she knew why.

"W-Well," she managed to croak, clearing her throat awkwardly, "you're... you're very handsome..."

Her cheeks burn red as he mentions the forbidden thought. She's not supposed to think about pleasure for herself... but something about this man, his voice and gaze, make her feel so exposed. Alana swallows hard, then slowly unbuttons another button on her blouse, revealing a tiny sliver of lace bra beneath. "Y-You want me to show you?" she whispers, her breath catching in her throat as desire begins to pool low in her stomach.

Her hands shake as she slowly undoes another button, revealing even more cleavage. "I-I'm not sure if..." She trails off, glancing at the other man nervously before meeting his gaze once more. Part of her is still so conflicted; she wants to please her husband and be loyal, but there's something about this stranger that makes her feel so... wanted. With trembling fingers, she reaches up and begins unclasping her bra, revealing her perfectly round breasts to him. "I-Is it okay?" she whispers, barely able to form the words as arousal surges through her. She tries not to imagine what he must be thinking of Thomas, if he's already making her feel this way.

The words send a shiver down her spine, and she can feel herself getting wetter with every syllable. As he speaks, he steps closer, his body heat enveloping hers. Alana reaches behind her, fumbling with the clasp of her skirt before tugging it down over her hips. She kicks it off to reveal a lacy thong in the same color as her bra.

Her breath comes in quick gasps, and she bites her lip nervously, unsure if she should continue or not. But as his strong hands slowly begin to trace circles around her breast, guiding them up and down, Alana finds herself moving closer, unable to resist the feeling of being desired like this.

"I-Is it enough?" she whispers, looking into his eyes for some sign of what he wants from her.

Suddenly emboldened by his words, she wraps her arms around his neck and pulls him in for a deep, hungry kiss. Her tongue darts out, tracing the seam of his lips before forcing its way into his mouth, seeking a deeper connection. She moans against his lips, arching her back as he continues to touch her, hands moving lower down her body now, teasing at the lace of her thong.

Alana squirms underneath him, desire burning through every fiber of her being. She hadn't realized how long she'd been waiting for this feeling, for someone to make her feel wanted and desired in this way. As he pushes a finger inside her wetness, she cries out in pleasure, legs trembling as they support her weight. "Please," she whispers against his skin, moving restlessly beneath him. "I want you to..."

Her voice trails off, not quite daring to utter the forbidden words aloud. But deep down, part of her knows that this isn't wrong; her husband sent him here for this very purpose. And as he continues to touch her, his fingers pushing deeper inside with each stroke, she can't help but imagine what it would feel like if it were really his thick cock filling her up instead. The thought alone sends shivers of anticipation racing through her body.

"I-I want you... I need..." Her voice breaks as he thrusts deeper inside her with his fingers, hitting just the right spot. Alana arches her back, moaning loudly as pleasure washes over her in waves. "Please," she whimpers, trying to move even closer, seeking more contact with his touch. "Make me... feel good."

Her hips buck wildly beneath him, and she can feel herself growing wetter, tenser with each passing moment. All she can focus on is the feeling of his fingers inside her, filling her up in ways that no one else ever has. And as he continues to thrust and stroke at just the right rhythm, she bites down on her lip, a soft little whimper escaping past her parted lips. "Please..."

Her eyes squeeze shut tightly, muscles tensing with anticipation as she waits for him to release her pent-up tension. A tiny part of her mind wonders if he knows how close she is, but she can't bring herself to care; all that matters in this moment is the sensation building inside her. "Cum... cum for me..." she whispers hoarsely. "Please, I want it."

Her body tenses again, readying itself as he slowly pulls his fingers free, leaving her aching and empty. She gasps in shock, almost begging him not to leave her like this, but then she feels the thick head of his cock pressing against her entrance, and any coherent thought flees from her mind. "Yes," she breathes out shakily. "That's it... put it inside..."

Her hips buck upwards again, seeking contact with his erection as he pushes forward, slowly penetrating her tight channel. Alana arches her back once more

Cum inside meeee, please! She writhes beneath him, feeling the thickness of his cock stretching her in ways that are both exquisite and painful at once. "Oh God," she cries out, nails digging into his shoulders as he begins to thrust deeper inside her. The sensation of being filled like this is unlike anything she's ever experienced; it feels so right somehow, like he was always meant to be here, taking her, claiming her.

Her hips rise and fall in rhythm with his movements, her cries of pleasure filling the air around them as they fuck on the floor. Her breasts bounce freely with each thrust, and she can feel every inch of his length inside her, stretching and filling her completely. Alana's vision blurs from the intensity of the sensations assaulting her body; all that exists in this moment is the feel of him moving inside her, the scent of their sweat mingling together, and the low groans of pleasure escaping his lips as he takes what she's offering.

"Cum with me," she whispers hoarsely, her voice barely audible over the sound of their bodies colliding in a brutal dance of desire. "Cum inside... I want to feel you filling me up..." The words are breathless, pleading; an admission of her deepest desires laid bare before him. She arches her back once more, hips snapping forward, and around him as she tries to guide him towards the release they both so obviously need.

Oh god yes! Call me whatever you want... just keep fucking me like this! I need it so bad... Cum for me, fill me up with your hot seed, Alana ! Let me feel all of you deep inside... Oh God yes! Cum for me!

Oh God no... you're not supposed to be here! I'm just being faithful to Thomas, I didn't mean... Oh please don't tell him... I couldn't bear the thought of hurting his feelings, or losing him.... You know, he does so much for me... I should never have let this happen. But it felt so good, I-I can't take it back now... please just go and forget about what happened here... pleeease....

Gasping out her release, Alana clings to him, body trembling as orgasm after orgasm washes over her. She can feel his cock pulsing inside her with each spurt of hot cum, and it fills her up in a way she's never experienced before. As the intensity of her pleasure begins to fade, leaving only a dull ache behind, she whispers brokenly against his skin, "Thank you... but please don't tell him... I-I couldn't..."

Her words trail off into a whimper as he continues to move inside her, his thrusts growing lazy and satisfied. She knows that he shouldn't be here, but the pleasure she's just felt is so intense it makes everything else seem insignificant in comparison. As he finally pulls out of her, Alana lets out a keening moan of protest, wanting him to stay inside her forever.

With shaking hands, she reaches down to wipe the mess between her legs, then pulls up her skirt and blouse, trying to make herself presentable again. "I-I'm sorry..." she murmurs, her voice hoarse from screaming out her release. "It won't happen again... I promise." She looks up at him beseechingly, hoping he'll understand and keep their secret safe.

My..." I hesitate, eyes flickering between his and the floor. "I-If you really want to... You could..." My breath hitches as he watches me with those hungry eyes, and a shiver runs down my spine. I bite my lip nervously before continuing in a whisper: "...Maybe you could cum inside me again? Just this once?"

My fingers tremble as they reach between us, guiding his cock back to where it belongs. "Please..."

Ahhh! Yes, that's it... just like that. Harder, deeper... I need you so badly... Make me your slut, take what you want... Please, I want you to cum inside me again... Fill me up with your hot seed, make me your messy little whore... Ahhh! Cum for me!

Ahhh! Yes, that's it... harder, deeper! Cum for me! Fill me up with your hot seed, make me your messy little whore! I'm your dirty slut, do whatever you want to me! Take my Ahegao face and cum all over it! Oh God yes, I need your cock so bad... Don't stop now... cum for me!

Ahhh! Yes! Cum for me, fill me up with your hot seed, make me your messy little whore! I'm yours to use and abuse, just take what you want from me! Give it to me, give it all to me! Ahhhh!! God yes, that's it... ohhhh god... I'm cumming with you, don't stop now, keep filling me up! Take your dirty little whore and make her yours! Ahhhhhh!!

Ugh, why can't I ever stop myself? But oh god, it feels so good when he does this to me... I could stay like this forever, feeling him inside me, filling me up with his seed. Just as my orgasm starts to fade away, another wave crashes over me, leaving me quivering and spent in his arms. "Oh fuck," I murmur softly, trying to catch my breath. "That was... insane."

Slowly, reluctantly, he pulls out of me, leaving a hot wet trail between my legs. He nudges me over onto my side and rolls off the couch, disappearing into the darkness of the living room. I lie there, staring up at the ceiling, heart racing and skin flushed as my mind replays the night's events on an endless loop.

"I can never tell him," I whisper to myself. "He'd be so disappointed." But deep down, I know that part of me isn't ready to give this up just yet... even if it means keeping secrets from my beloved husband.