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

Alana bites her lip, blushing furiously as she glances down at herself. "I-I was going to surprise him when he got home... I didn't think you were someone else..." She stammers, suddenly feeling very self-conscious. "Thomas said that you would be here... but..." Her gaze lingers on Toji F2 for a moment before looking away again.

Alana bites her lip, still embarrassed but grateful for the reassurance. "It's just... things have been so strained between us lately. I want to make everything perfect when he gets back." She looks up at Toji F2 shyly. "I don't want him to think that I... I don't know. That I'm just some sort of glorified maid or something, you know?" Her hand twists in her skirt anxiously.

"I-I just wish we could go back to how it was before..." she trails off, thinking about the way they used to be together.

Toji's compliment makes her cheeks heat even more, and she ducks her head shyly. "T-thank you..." She fidgets with the hem of her skirt again, still not meeting his eyes. After a moment of silence, she murmurs, "Do you think... I mean, if he knew how much it meant to me... that I want everything to be perfect for him... would that help?" She glances up at Toji F2 with hope in her eyes.

Maybe if she tells him how much she loves and needs him, he'll finally understand. Or maybe this is just a silly fantasy. Either way, the longing in Alana 's heart aches for more than just his attention...

Alana's heart leaps at his touch, and she looks up into his eyes, feeling suddenly braver than she has in months. "You think so?" she asks quietly. Her hands tremble slightly where they're held in his. Maybe if he keeps saying those things, if she can feel the way his touch makes her skin tingle... maybe it will be enough to break through whatever's come between them.

She swallows thickly before asking the question that's been on her mind since she first laid eyes on him earlier today: "Do you... do you think I could show you?" She glances down, suddenly self-conscious again but needing this connection more than anything. "I mean... if he doesn't want me while he's gone... maybe it wouldn't be so bad to have someone to..." Her voice trails off as she waits for his response.

A tiny whimper escapes her throat as she nods, feeling the butterflies in her stomach intensify. Even with Thomas gone, the thought of being with someone else is both exhilarating and terrifying. "I want to... please him," she whispers, her cheeks flushing even deeper at the admission. "I've never been with anyone but him." Her hands tighten in his grip as she takes a shaky breath, trying to steady herself for whatever comes next.

Slowly, trembling fingers undo another button on her shirt, revealing more cleavage. Alana glances down at herself, suddenly feeling self-conscious again despite her earlier bravado. "Do you... do you want me to keep going?" she asks, voice barely a whisper as she waits for his answer.

Alana lets out a soft moan as his hands cup her behind, and she feels herself melting into the touch. Her trembling fingers fumble with another button on her shirt, revealing more of her lace-covered breast before finally popping it free. She gasps, sucking in a breath at the rush of air against sensitive skin. "I-I've never done anything like this," she whispers, still blushing brightly. But as his touch continues to send waves of desire coursing through her body, she finds herself unable - and unwilling - to stop.

Her hands move upward, undoing the remaining buttons on her shirt before slipping it off her shoulders entirely, revealing her black lace bra beneath. She bites her lip, feeling impossibly self-conscious as his gaze drops down to take in every curve of her bare chest. "I... I want you to touch me," she whispers, hardly daring to hope he'll comply with the request. Her body aches for him, for his hands and lips on her skin. It's been so long since they were like this, and the desire threatens to consume her entirely.

She waits breathlessly for his response, heart racing in anticipation of whatever he might say or do next.

Moaning softly at the sensation of his lips on her neck and his hands on her breasts, Alana arches into his touch with a groan. She hadn't realized just how much she needed this until now. Her fingers tremble as they slide over his chest, feeling the defined muscles beneath the thin fabric of his shirt. His skin is hot beneath her fingertips, and it only serves to heighten the sensation coursing through her body.

With a whispered "please," she kisses along the column of his neck, her breath warm against his skin. She's never been this bold before... but with him, something inside her seems to snap free. As if there are no consequences to their actions here, in this moment. It feels almost safe, and for once in a very long time, Alana allows herself the luxury of giving into desire untethered by fear or self-doubt.

Her tongue darts out, tracing the outline of his ear before teasing at the lobe. Her fingers curl into fists against the fabric of his shirt as she feels herself growing wetter between her legs with every passing moment. "I want to see you," she breathes into his ear, her words a barely audible whisper. "Take off your clothes." It's a demand born of need and lust, but also an offering: if he does this for her, maybe they can be something more than just strangers in the moment...

As Toji F2 starts undressing, Alana's breath hitches in her throat. She watches with hungry eyes as he slowly reveals his muscular body, and the sight of him standing there half-naked sends a shudder through her. Her fingers tremble against his bare chest, unable to resist tracing gentle patterns over his defined abs and smooth skin.

She bites her lip, the tension building between her legs as she tries to focus on anything but how much she wants him. "You're... you're so beautiful," she whispers, still struggling with her own self-consciousness despite the intoxicating desire coursing through her. Her nipples harden under his gaze, and she arches further into his touch, seeking more friction against her sensitive flesh.

Her hands move lower, slipping beneath the waistband of his sweatpants to grip at the warmth hidden there. "Please," she whispers again, her voice shaking as she tugs softly on the fabric. "I need to feel you." She trembles with anticipation, her body aching for release and the connection she senses deepening between them.

A jolt of desire shoots through her at his words, and she moans softly as he spanks her ass. "Yes," she whispers, her voice raw with emotion. "I want to... I want to show you everything." She shudders as his hands slide up her sides, cupping her breasts once more, thumbs brushing roughly over her hard nipples. Alana arches into the touch, her head falling back with a soft gasp as pleasure washes over her in waves.

She reaches between them, fumbling with his belt and fly before finally freeing his cock from his pants. It's hard and hot against her hand, and she gasps at the sensation of finally touching him like this. Her fingers close around him, stroking gently up and down as she takes him in her hand for the first time. "Please," she whispers hoarsely, her eyes locked on his face. "I need to feel you inside me." She's never been so brazen before, but something about Toji F2 makes her throw caution to the wind.

Her hips rock forward, grinding against his hand in a silent request for more friction where she aches the most. "Please," she whispers again, needing him to understand how much this means to her. How much she needs this connection, however fleeting or real it might be.

Gasping at the rough motion, Alana feels herself being pushed roughly onto the floor with a moan. Her hips jerk up instinctively as she's taken by surprise, but then she feels his cock press against her entrance, filling her in one hard thrust. She arches into the contact, biting down on her tongue to muffle her cries of pleasure as he takes her roughly from behind.

Her fingers dig into the carpet beneath her, her legs spread wide around him as he pumps his hips, driving deeper inside her with each stroke. It's so rough and demanding, but it feels so good she can hardly stand it. She whimpers, shuddering as waves of pleasure wash over her, clenching tightly around him in a desperate bid for more friction against her sensitive core.

"Harder," she whispers brokenly, unable to form coherent words as her body betrays her at last and surrenders to the desire burning bright within her. "Please, harder." Her hips roll helplessly against his, meeting each thrust with a moan that vibrates through her core as her orgasm builds, building, until it crashes over her in an explosion of light and sound and ecstasy that leaves her shaking and spent on the floor beneath him.

His rough words send shivers down Alana's spine as he pounds into her, his voice a raw growl that matches the primal need driving him deeper and harder. Her fingers tangle in his hair, urging him on, hungry for more of this untamed side of him. As she feels herself starting to come apart beneath him, her mind goes wild with desire, with words pouring from her lips in a whispered torrent of filth and lust.

"Yes," she gasps. "Like that... harder... I need it so bad..." Her hips buck up into each powerful thrust, her moans growing more ragged as the pleasure intensifies, threatening to consume her whole. "I've never... nobody's ever been like you..." The words tumble out of her in a messy rush, her body arching helplessly toward release as he brings them both closer and closer with each hard stroke inside her.

"Please," she whispers, tightening around him again. "Don't stop... don't ever stop..." Her nails scratch down his back in a desperate attempt to hold onto this moment, this connection, as it threatens to slip through her fingers like sand on a windy day.

Her moans become more desperate as he sucks at her breast, the sensation sending shards of pleasure straight to her core. With every thrust inside her, she feels herself falling deeper and deeper under his spell, losing track of time and place until there's only this moment, this connection between them. "Please," she whimpers. "Yes... yes..." Her hips buck up against him again as the orgasm crashes over her, stealing what little breath she has left in a sharp gasp that turns into a hoarse moan.

"Fuck... yes..." Her nails dig into his shoulders, her muscles clenching and unclenching around him, desperate for more of the release he's so expertly providing. As the last tremors subside, she collapses back onto the carpet, spent but not yet sated. Her eyes drift closed, vision obscured by pleasure-drenched darkness as she tries to catch her breath and regain some sense of composure.

"I... I can't believe..." She trails off with a shudder, still trying to process all that has just happened between them. And yet, even as she struggles to make sense of it, there's a tiny part of her that wishes this moment could last forever.

Her cheeks burn at the spank, but it's quickly replaced by heat as she realizes what he's implying. "You think I... need you here with me?" Her voice is breathy and shaky, still struggling to comprehend her own desires and how they've been manifested in this moment. The idea of relying on someone else while Thomas is away feels foreign and dangerous, yet strangely arousing at the same time.

As she lies there with Toji F2 still deep inside her, she can't help but wonder what it would be like to have him around more often... or if this was just a fleeting fantasy born of lust and frustration. "I don't know," she whispers, the words barely audible above their heavy breathing. "Maybe..."

As much as she'd hate to admit it, the thought of having Toji F2 around more often does have its appeal. The idea of secretly sneaking away and indulging in their passionate encounters is intoxicating... and yet, she knows that bringing someone else into her marriage would be wrong. It would hurt Thomas, and she couldn't bear the thought of seeing the light in his eyes go out like that.

With a sigh, she pushes herself up onto her elbows, still feeling Toji F2 buried deep inside her. "I don't think we can... This has to be a secret between us," she whispers, her voice barely above a whisper. "It wouldn't be fair to Thomas otherwise."

Her heart aches at the thought of losing either man in her life, but she knows what she needs to do for her husband. Even if it means denying herself the pleasure of having Toji F2 in her bed every time Thomas steps out of town.

She nods, unable to meet his eyes as she feels guilty for what they've done. "Okay," she whispers, forcing a shaky smile onto her lips. "Just... let's keep this between us." Even as she says the words, part of her wishes she didn't have to. But it's better this way, for everyone involved.

She takes a deep breath, steeling herself for what comes next: pretending nothing happened and going back to their usual lives once Thomas returns from his trip. It won't be easy, but she'll find a way to survive until then. Maybe, just maybe, things will work themselves out when he gets home.

For now, she focuses on the feel of Toji F2 moving slowly within her, their skin slick with sweat and desire. She moans softly, arching into his touch as he thrusts deeper still, drawing out every last shred of pleasure from their encounter before gently withdrawing. She feels empty and achy now that he's no longer inside her, but she knows it won't be long until they can find each other again under the cover of night... just this once more.