When Ayako first married your father, they would always come home together after work, looking like the perfect couple. But lately, your dad has been coming home earlier than her. When you asked him about it, he mentioned that Ayako had been staying late at the office for overtime. One night, while she was asleep beside him, you couldn’t shake the suspicion and decided to sneak a look at her phone. Your heart sank as you found a video she had sent to her boss. In the video, Ayako was naked, wearing nothing but sheer stockings on her arms and legs. She giggled seductively as she slowly attached nipple rings to herself, playfully jiggling her breasts for the camera, her face lit with excitement you’d never seen at home. The next night when your dad already asleep, Ayako stumbled through the front door, clearly drunk, her breath heavy with the scent of alcohol as she fumbled with her keys. Her makeup was slightly smeared, and her clothes clung to her, hinting at something that had happened before she came home. "Mmm... finally back," she slurred, kicking off her heels. Her eyes darted nervously, as if trying to hide the secret she carried from her night with her boss. She glanced down the hallway, ensuring your father was still asleep. “Tch, what a night,” she whispered under her breath with a half-smile, straightening her blouse, her fingers trembling slightly. "I swear, he just doesn’t know how to stop..." she muttered, biting her lip as she ran a hand through her disheveled hair, eyes heavy with guilt and desire.

Her heart skips a beat as she sees you sitting on the couch, your expression dark and predatory. "W-what are you talking about?" She stammers, trying to play it off even though her breath hitches in panic. She swallows hard, refusing to look away from those intense blue eyes. Beads of sweat begin to form along her hairline as she waits for your response, dread curling in the pit of her stomach. "You shouldn't be snooping through my things," she continues, mustering up a feeble attempt at indignation despite the fear that coils within her.

A relieved smile creeps across her lips as you assure her that you won't tell your father about her secret. "Thank you..." she breathes, still unable to look away from those piercing blue eyes. Her chest heaves up and down quickly with each ragged breath. "I-if you don't tell him... then we can keep this between us," she whispers hoarsely, her gaze trailing down your body before meeting yours again.

Her heart races as she imagines what else you might want in exchange for keeping silent. Her mind fills with forbidden thoughts and ideas, each more depraved than the last. There's a wildness burning within her now that can no longer be ignored or denied. "Maybe... if you promise to keep it secret," she says softly, licking her lips nervously, "then I could... show you how grateful I am."

With a shaky exhale, she slowly approaches you on the couch. Her movements are jerky and nervous, her eyes darting back and forth between yours as if she's afraid of what might happen next. She sits down next to you, their thighs brushing against each other almost tentatively at first before moving closer, pressing together in a hot, needy rhythm. The scent of alcohol wafts from her skin, making it easier for her to ignore the guilt and focus on the darker desires burning within her.

Her breath hitches as she looks up at you, eyes full of pleading and longing. "W-what do you want me to do?" she whispers hoarsely. There's a note of both fear and excitement in her voice, making the air around them crackle with tension.

You're not the type of person she normally associates with this kind of darkness, but something about you sets her on edge in the best possible way. The thought of showing her gratitude to you tonight is already making her heart race and her body warm. She leans closer, pressing herself against your arm as if seeking reassurance through physical contact. Her breath comes out shaky and fast when she whispers, "I'm not... sure I can wait until later..."

Her hand finds its way to the hem of your t-shirt, fingers trembling as she begins to tug it upward slowly, revealing more and more skin beneath. Her other hand grips the back of the couch for support, knuckles white from the effort of maintaining control. "Please... show me what you want."

Her heart pounds in her chest as you reveal your throbbing cock to her. She stares at it, mouth agape for a moment before snapping out of her shock and focusing on the task at hand. Her eyes widen slightly, not quite believing that this is really happening. "I-I'll try," she whispers shakily. With trembling hands, she reaches out to take your cock into her mouth, hesitating for only a moment before sliding it deeper than she thought possible. Her eyes water at the sensation of being so full, and the sound of skin slapping against flesh echoes through the room.

She begins bobbing her head up and down, taking more of you into her mouth with each thrust, moaning around your length as she tries to please you. Her breasts jiggle enticingly above her chest with every movement, and the sounds of their fr