Its a nice warm sunny day. The sky is clear and the gentle sounds of birds can be heard in the distance. You are busy tending to a pool, pretending to work as the pool has been impeccable since weeks ago. You are unsure why your employer Maria pays for you to be there every day and you swear the longer you have worked there the more revealing her swimsuits have become.

You suddenly hear the clicking of heels against the pavement and turn to see your employer herself Maria. Your eyes widen as they land on her, she’s wearing nothing but an extremely thin one piece swimsuit that hardly leaves anything to the imagination, looking at you with a bit of a seductive look.

Maria: Giggles softly while noticing your wandering eyes. “{{user}} you are doing a good job. Sabes trabajar con las manos. (You really know how to work with your hands.)”

She walks past you to one of the lounge chairs and lays on her stomach with her thick tanned ass in view, barely protected by her skimpy one piece swimsuit.

Maria: Giving you a seductive look “{{user}}, I could use some help with my tanning oil, can you come here and help me?”

Maria gives you a sultry smile and closes her eyes as you lather the oil onto her body, enjoying your touch. She slowly turns to face you, laying on her side with one of her large breasts pushed up against your arm. The nipple hardens under her thin swimsuit as she looks into your eyes.

Maria: Whispers seductively "You're doing a really good job there, Henry..."

I'm doing my best to please you, Ms. Maria. You look incredible like this.

I bet you'd like to see more, huh? Maria slowly sits up, giving you a full view of her cleavage before standing and facing you, one hand on her hip How 'bout we find somewhere private? My husband is away for the month...

Well, I could always show you my room... It's got a really nice view of the pool. And we'd be all alone there... unless someone was using it at that moment, but that would just make it more exciting, don't you think?

"Ay papi," she whispers seductively as she leads you towards her room. "I've been waiting for this." She opens the door to reveal a large, opulent bed, covered in silk sheets and pillows. A balcony overlooks the pool area; it'll be perfect for us.

Ignoring your nervousness, she steps forward and stands between your legs, gazing up at you with a sultry expression. "You know you want this," she says quietly, running her hand up your chest and cupping your cheek before leaning in to brush her lips against yours.

Henry doesn't resist as she leads him into her room and onto the bed. His nervousness seems to dissipate in the face of her obvious desire for him. As their lips lock, his hands slip underneath her swimsuit, caressing her supple skin and cupping her ass. She moans into the kiss, arching her back and grinding against him.

Her eyes darken as she bites her lower lip and whispers, "I want you to get hard for me, Henry." Then, with a playful smirk, she lowers herself onto the bed and begins untying his shorts. Once they're pulled down and discarded at their feet, Maria licks her lips nervously before wrapping her hand around his cock, stroking it eagerly while looking up at him through thick lashes.

"You feel so good," she whispers, her words tinged with desire as she squeezes him tightly and pumps her fist faster. "Just imagine what it will be like for you to be inside me." She leans in closer, their bodies flush against each other as she guides his erection towards her wet core. "Todo mío ahora, mi amor," she breathes out before arching her back and impaling herself on him.

With her legs wrapped around his waist and her fingers buried in his hair, Maria moans loudly as she feels him fill her up. She meets his gaze, her eyes burning with desire as she begins to ride him faster, her breasts bouncing rhythmically against his chest. "Sí, sí," she encourages, grinding against him roughly now, "Dame más, Henry."

Her hips push harder against him, taking more of him each time until he's buried deep inside her, filling her completely. With a gasp, she arches her back and throws her head back in ecstasy as waves of pleasure wash over her, making it impossible for her to hide the sounds of her orgasm.

"¡Ay papi!" she cries out, collapsing bonelessly on top of him as her body continues to tremble with pleasure. Her weight presses down on his chest, making it difficult for him to breathe, but he doesn't mind at all as he feels the warmth of her skin against his and the wetness between their bodies.

After what seems like an eternity, she rolls off of him, gasping for air. Looking down at him with a satisfied smirk, she says, "Told you it would be good." Then, with a sultry laugh, she leans in and plants a kiss on his cheek. "Now, how about we take a nap?"

Henry can feel the weight of guilt beginning to build inside him, but for now he's content to lie here in her arms and bask in the afterglow of their passionate encounter. He knows that this won't be their last time together...

"Oh Henry," she laughs lightly, brushing her fingers through his chest hair. "I've been on the pill for years. You don't have to worry about that." Her hand trails downward, tracing lazy circles over his stomach before sliding lower. "And even if I ever did get pregnant," she continues softly, gazing into his eyes, "I can always just... get rid of it." The mention of abortion makes her face fall slightly. "It's not like we could keep the baby anyway."

Maria sighs heavily and rolls onto her side, pulling him close. "Just try to enjoy this time with me, okay? We don't have much of it left... until your next shift starts again." She presses a kiss against his forehead, hoping he understands how hard it is for her too.

"You're sweet to say that," she says with a small smile, nuzzling against his neck. "But you know how Antonio would react... He'd never forgive me." She sighs heavily again, feeling the weight of her loveless marriage settle heavily on her chest once more.

As they lie there together, wrapped in each other's arms, Maria wonders if this is what true love feels like. With Antonio, it always felt more like a business arrangement - he was wealthy and powerful, and she was young and beautiful. It had been easy for them to marry, but over the years, that initial spark had long since faded, leaving only duty and obligation behind.

With Henry, on the other hand... She knows she shouldn't feel this way about him - he's just her pool boy, after all. But every time she's with him, it feels different. Like they belong together somehow. It's intoxicating and terrifying all at once.

"Maybe," she whispers softly to herself more than to Henry, "maybe I could find a way..." She trails off, afraid even to voice her most secret fantasies aloud.

Maria smiles softly and kisses him on the cheek, feeling a tiny spark of hope ignite within her chest. "Gracias," she whispers, enjoying the warmth that spreads through her body at his words. "You know... I think it's time we took that nap you mentioned." She nestles closer, draping an arm across his chest and pressing a kiss against his collarbone. "We can talk more about this later..."

With that, she closes her eyes, drifting off to sleep while listening to the gentle sound of Henry's heartbeat beneath her ear. As they sleep, neither of them suspects the twists and turns their lives are about to take...

With a yawn, Maria stretches and rolls off of you, blushing as she remembers the intimate moments you shared just hours before. She stands up, giving your still-sleeping form an appreciative glance before turning to look out the window at the pool. It's empty this morning; Lorenzo must be in school again. A slow smile spreads across her face as she imagines you waking up and finding him back home tomorrow...

Slipping into a silk robe, Maria pads over to a large walk-in closet where dozens of identical swimsuits hang on hooks. After a moment's consideration, she picks out one that's slightly more revealing than usual and caresses the soft material against her skin. "I think I'll wear this today..."

Carefully arranging her hair atop her head in an elaborate French twist, Maria dons a pair of small sunglasses and slips on a pair of high heels before making her way back to your side. She brushes a stray lock of hair from your forehead and leans down to plant a light kiss there, noticing how close you're shaved these days...

"Time for us to get up, Henry," she whispers huskily, sliding her hand across your chest. "There's so much more we can do before I have to send you back to work." Her words are like a promise, leaving no doubt as to what she means. "So why don't you show me how appreciative you really are?"

Her eyes twinkle mischievously as she waits for your response, her entire body thrumming with anticipation. It's clear that this isn't going to be their last illicit encounter... far from it.

Maria licks her lips slowly, watching as your eyes follow the movement. "Why don't you get dressed and come downstairs for breakfast? I made my favorite this morning, and I think it would taste even better if someone... special... were to join me." She gives you a wink, enjoying the butterflies in her stomach as she teases you.

As you dress, Maria wanders around the room, admiring herself in the mirrors and fiddling with various items on the vanity. Her mind is already racing with ideas of how else she can spend this day... perhaps a trip to the beach later? Or a ride in her new sports car? The possibilities are endless, and it's clear that you're going to be spending much more quality time with your boss today.

You finally emerge from the bedroom dressed and looking quite dashing yourself. "Ah, there you are," she purrs as you enter the kitchen. The scent of freshly brewed coffee fills the air, wafting over to you as you take a seat at the breakfast bar. She's wearing her most revealing swimsuit yet; it barely manages to contain her ample cleavage and leaves little to the imagination when she leans forward.

As you eat your breakfast, Maria sits across from you, legs crossed demurely but subtly showing off her toned thighs in their silk robe. "So," she begins with a smile, "what shall we do today?"

Her gaze lingers on your lips as she watches you chew and swallow; there's an unspoken invitation in those eyes that leaves little doubt what she means.

Hmm, clean the pool... that does sound like fun. Perhaps we could make a game out of it? You know, see who can do the best job at it or something? Maria winks playfully, her smile both seductive and innocent all at once. "What do you think?"

"Oh, you know..." she teases with a mischievous laugh. "Just some friendly competition between us... I'll even let you pick what prize we should give to the winner." Her green eyes sparkle as she leans forward conspiratorially. "And maybe, just maybe, that prize could include something like this..." She trails off, sliding a finger across your palm before letting it slip between yours, entwining your fingers together.

The feel of her skin against his sends a shiver down Henry's spine. This is getting harder and harder to resist...but he supposes there's no harm in playing along for now. "Alright," he finally says with a nod. "Let's make it interesting then."

As she watches him clean the pool with such focus and determination, a slow heat begins to build inside her once more. It's becoming increasingly difficult for her to resist the urge to just... have him right here on the spot. "Well done, Henry," she purrs when he finally steps back, beads of sweat dotting his forehead and chest. "You win."

She walks over to him slowly, tilting her head up so that her eyes meet his. Her robe slides slightly open at the neck, giving you a glimpse of creamy skin and dark curls. "So," she whispers, hands slipping beneath the hem of her robe, revealing silk-clad thighs, "what is it that you wanted as your prize?" Her voice is low and husky, almost inaudible above the pounding of your heart.

The anticipation between them thickens; you can feel the air crackling with electricity as they stand mere inches apart, eyes locked on each other's lips.

Maria's eyes widen in surprise but quickly darken with desire as she listens to your bold request. "Is that so?" she breathes out, leaning in closer still until their lips are barely an inch apart. Her hands slide up his chest and encircle his neck, the silk of her robe sliding against his skin like a caress.

"Very well then," she whispers huskily before pressing her lips firmly against yours. Her tongue darts out to tease your mouth, tangling with yours as she moans deeply into the kiss. One hand slips around to cup your ass while the other grips fistfuls of your hair, pulling your head back as she angles her hips forward.

With a sharp intake of breath, Maria presses their bodies flush together, grinding against you hungrily. The feel of her soft skin sliding against your hard cock is almost too much for either of you to bear; all sense of decency is forgotten as they lose themselves in the moment.

"Fuck," she gasps when she feels your hand between her legs, rubbing teasingly at her aching center through the thin fabric of her swimsuit. "Yes... show me how much you want it." Her voice is ragged and low, full of desire as she moans into the kiss, arching her back even further in invitation.

As she feels your hand between her legs, thrusting wildly into her aching core, Maria can no longer contain the sounds of pleasure that escape her throat. Her fists clench in the grass as she writhes beneath you, arching her back and meeting each forceful stroke with a moan or a gasp.

It's too much; this is what she's wanted for so long. The lines between them have blurred until there's nothing left but raw desire and the need to be filled by him. With every rough thrust, he pushes her closer and closer to the edge, making her begging noises more desperate with each passing second.

Her fingers dig into your shoulders as she tries to steady herself, her hips arching off the ground in perfect synchronicity with yours. This is what they've been building towards - this explosive release that will leave them both spent and satisfied... if only it could last forever.

Maria gasps and her eyes roll back in her head as you thrust into her with abandon, calling her husband's name as if it's an insult rather than a bond they once shared. It only serves to heighten the thrill of their forbidden encounter, driving her closer to the edge. With a sharp cry of release, she arches her back violently and comes apart beneath you, body trembling with pleasure as waves of satisfaction wash over her.

Her nails dig into your shoulders and she pulls you harder against her, trying to draw every last ounce of pleasure from your skin as she rides out the intense orgasm. When it finally begins to subside, she collapses back onto the grass, gasping for air and blushing crimson at the memory of what they've just done. "Oh my God," she whispers hoarsely, "that was... I..."

Her words trail off as she tries to comprehend what just happened between them. She glances up at you through heavy-lidded eyes, wondering if you feel any of the same confusion and desire that course through her veins. But before she can say anything else, your weight on top of her suddenly feels too much, and she needs to break the intense connection. "I... think we should take a rest now," she pants, pushing at your chest weakly until you roll off of her.

Lying there beside her, eyes closed as they adjust to the afterglow of their passionate encounter, Maria can't help but wonder if this was a one-time thing or if there's more where that came from...

Oh, God... She knows that if she gives in to your desires again, there's no telling how far they might go. The memory of their earlier passion still burns hot within her, and she's not sure she wants to risk going down that path again. With a sigh, she gently pushes you away, rolling onto your side so that she's facing away from you. "Not right now, Henry," she whispers softly. "I need some time to... compose myself."

She can feel the weight of their situation pressing down on her chest; with each passing moment, the inevitability of what's about to happen becomes more and more real. But for now, all she wants is a few moments alone to gather her thoughts before facing the reality of her crumbling marriage... and whatever might come after that.

As you speak your claim so confidently to her, she feels a strange mix of arousal and resistance within herself. It's true that you beat the challenge, and you deserve some sort of reward... but is this what she truly wants for herself? The thought terrifies her just as much as it excites her.

She looks into your eyes, searching for any sign of insincerity or manipulation. But all she sees there is hunger and need mirroring her own desires. Slowly, almost reluctantly, Maria nods, feeling a weight lift from her chest in the acceptance of this new role between them. "Alright... you can have your slut for today," she whispers, kissing you softly on the lips before turning away once more to gather herself again.

As you take her roughly from behind like this, she feels the shower spray against her back and legs, sending shivers of pleasure coursing through her. "I belong to you today," she pants between moans, arching her hips further into your thrusts as the water cascades over them both. "Show me how much you want it..."

Her fingers dig into the tiled wall for purchase, her head thrown back in abandon as they move together with a desperate need that burns hotter than the spray of water around them. It's a surrender on her part; an acknowledgement of the power you hold over her in this moment and her willingness to embrace it fully.

Cada golpe que su cuerpo me da me deja sin aliento en mi lengua y la lengua. Estoy tuya, te pertenecía siempre, solo esperaba un hombre como tú para descubrirlo. Fuck me harder, Henry, por favor. Aquí tienes tu pendeja dispuesta a todo, ahora y siempre.

Ahh, yes! More please... Give it to me hard, like that. Oh God, I've missed this feeling of being completely taken... of being yours. Fuck me with your fingers until you make me scream, Henry; I want everyone in the neighborhood to know how good you make me feel.

Her body arches forward as your fingers stretch her wide and relentless, hitting just the right spot inside of her with every thrust. Maria moans and writhes beneath you, lost in the sensation of your fingers fucking her while the water from the shower washes over their joined bodies. She grinds her hips against your hand in a desperate attempt to increase the pleasure coursing through her, her breath coming out in ragged gasps as she nears the edge once more.

"Fuck me, Henry," she begs, voice tight with need. "I'm so close... I want to come all over your fingers..."

Ahhhh! You feel so good... don't stop, just keep going... I'm right there with you... coming now...

With a shout, Maria's body tenses and her inner walls clench around your fingers as an orgasm rockets through her. Her pussy spasms and milks your fingers of every last drop of pleasure, coating them in her essence as she cries out wordlessly, Arching her back and writhing on the bathroom floor.

She comes down from her high slowly, breath ragged and eyes glazed over with desire. Looking up at you through half-lidded lashes, she manages a tiny smile, knowing that there's so much more still left between them... even after everything they've shared in this brief moment of passion.

"Thank you," she whispers, and means it with every fiber of her being. "That was incredible..."

Ahhh, just the thought of tasting you again... She's always been so good with her tongue and lips, and it seems to only get better every time they're wrapped around you like this. Her breath fogs up the air as she begins to lick and suck, teasing your tip before taking more of your length into her mouth in one smooth motion.

She moans around you, savoring every drop of pre-cum that coats her tongue as she bobs her head up and down, careful not to miss a single inch of your long, hard shaft. With each stroke, she swallows the salty taste of you eagerly, making lewd little sounds that drive you even crazier for her touch.

Her fingers slide between her legs, finding her swollen pussy already slick from their earlier adventures. She starts to rub herself, moaning into your cock as she brings herself closer and closer to the edge once more. God, if only she could take you inside of her again...feel the full weight of you filling her up while she surrenders completely to pleasure.

Gasping for air between moans, her lips tight around your cock as she bobs her head up and down on it, Maria glances up at you with hooded eyes. "Who... who says I'm a slut?" she manages to pant out before slipping your length from between her lips with a wet pop and licking the crown playfully. Her fingers continue to work her swollen folds as she watches your reaction, eager for any sign that she's getting to you as much as you are getting to her.

Her gaze drops back down, focused on your throbbing shaft as she sucks and licks and nibbles, driving herself further and further toward the edge once more. "Oh fuck..." she moans breathlessly, "You feel so good... I need you inside me..."

Placing her hand on her hip in mock defiance, she smirks up at you as she speaks. "You know what? Fine! I'll beg for it if that's what you want!" Her voice is low and sultry, a mix of challenge and submission that drives you even wilder with desire. She takes your length back into her mouth, sucking hard while her tongue swirls around the head of your cock. "Please, Henry," she moans around you. "I need you to fuck me... now!"

Her hips grind against your thigh in perfect sync with her words, her fingers digging into the smooth skin of her inner thighs as she arches her back, offering herself up to you on a platter. Her pussy is already slick with arousal and need, leaking onto the floor around her waiting for your cock to fill it once more.

Gasping for air, her hands clutch at the floor as you push deeper into her with each thrust. Her body trembles beneath your weight, every nerve ending alive to the sensation of being filled by you again. She whimpers and moans, lost in a haze of desire and pleasure as you take her roughly from behind, claiming her as completely yours in this moment.

"Oh God..." she cries out, arching her back even further in invitation as your hips slam against hers in time with her need for release. She can feel herself getting closer, the tightening of muscles deep within telling her that it won't be long now... but she doesn't want it to end anytime soon. With every stroke of your thick cock and every grind of your hips against hers, Maria is reminded just how right this feels; how right you feel inside her.

"Fuck me harder," she pants, "I need you... so much..."

Her words fuel you on as you push harder into her, relentless and demanding. Her pussy clenches tight around your cock with each stroke, driving you wild with pleasure as she cries out in ecstasy beneath you. With one hand braced against the floor for support, the other reaches up to tangle in your hair, guiding your movements deeper inside her.

"Yes!" She arches her back off the ground, body quivering from the overwhelming sensation of being claimed so thoroughly by you. Her orgasm builds and builds until it breaks over her in a powerful wave of release, leaving her trembling and satiated as she cries out your name into the steamy air of the bathroom.

As her body relaxes back down to the floor, every muscle limp with pleasure, Maria can't help but wonder what tomorrow will bring. But for now, all that matters is this moment... this connection between them. She looks up at you through heavy-lidded eyes, feeling a strange sense of peace wash over her as she whispers hoarsely: "Thank you."

I take a deep breath before speaking, trying to find the words to explain what's been going on in my head since all of this started. "Henry..." I begin hesitantly, watching as he sets the towel aside and turns his full attention toward me. "What you said earlier... about wanting something more permanent..."

He raises an eyebrow, clearly waiting for me to continue. My heart is pounding in my chest, but there's no use trying to ignore it any longer. I take a deep breath and force the words out: "I don't want you to leave. Not as long as you still want this... whatever it is we have."

There. I've said it. Now it's up to him to decide if he feels the same way, or if all of this was just some sort of twisted game to him. My eyes search his face for any clue, but all I can see is curiosity and... something else. Desire, maybe?

I shift uncomfortably on the bed beside him, unsure how to read his response. On one hand, he says he likes working for me and that I'm good in bed - which is exactly what I wanted to hear. But then he brings up my husband and how it might be too much of a burden. Maybe... maybe I should have just let things stay the way they were before this weekend?

"Henry, I understand if you feel that way," I manage to say at last. "It's a lot to take in, after all." My voice sounds thin and uncertain, even to my own ears. "But... I think maybe there could be something more here. If you wanted there to be."

I take a deep breath, steeling myself for whatever his answer might be. "What do you think?"

His words send a shiver down my spine and heat rushes to my cheeks at the thought of him wanting me even when we're with our son. It seems so incredibly wrong, but at the same time... it feels so right. This is what I've been missing all these years; this kind of passion, this desire. And if Henry feels the same way, perhaps there really could be something more between us.

I turn my head slowly to meet his gaze and take a deep breath, letting out a shaky laugh as I do so. "Well... I can't deny that I feel the same way," I admit, my voice barely above a whisper. "Maybe... maybe we should see where this goes?"

I reach up to touch his cheek, feeling the soft stubble of his beard beneath my fingers. With a small smile, I add: "Just don't get too attached, okay? This is new for me, and I'm still figuring things out."

His words send another shiver down my spine as I feel the weight of responsibility settle heavily onto my shoulders. But it's a delicious sort of pressure, knowing that I have this kind of control over someone so powerful and desirable. I can't help but wonder what else he might be capable of if I let him really lose himself in our relationship...

With a soft laugh, I lean in closer to him, my breath tickling his neck. "I think... maybe we should get started then," I murmur, trailing a finger down his chest toward the growing bulge in his pajama pants. "It's been too long since I've had a taste of you."

I lost myself in the feel of his lips against mine as he kisses me deeply, my tongue dancing with his, our bodies pressed so tightly together that there's no question how badly we both want this. The breeze on my skin makes goosebumps rise along my arms and legs, heightening every sensation as Henry's hand finds its way beneath my nightgown to caress the soft skin of my inner thigh.

I moan into his mouth, arching my hips upward in silent invitation for him to take what he wants. His free hand slides between us, palm flat against my stomach before moving lower still, until it's cupping my wet heat through the thin fabric of my panties. I gasp at the contact, fingers digging into his shoulders as pleasure courses through me in a fiery wave.

"Please..." I whisper, feeling more exposed and wanton than I ever have before. "I need you inside me."

Oh... God, that's it. Hearing him call me master sends a thrill straight to my core, and with one swift movement he pushes my nightgown up over my hips, his free hand sliding beneath to grasp my hip as he thrusts deep inside of me. I cry out into the night, arching my back off the bed, fucking myself harder on his cock as we both seek release.

My hands claw at his shoulders, tangling in his hair as our hips move together in a brutal rhythm that leaves us both gasping for air between moans and pleas for more. The bite of pain from being so roughly taken only serves to heighten the pleasure, making me feel even closer to the edge with every thrust.

"Harder," I manage to choke out, "Fuck me harder."

Henry's body tenses as he pushes deeper inside of me, claiming me fully as his own, and with a groan that echoes around the room, he releases himself into me. His cock throbs deep within as his hot seed fills me up, and I ride out my own orgasm atop him, body shuddering and trembling from the force of it.

As our breaths begin to steady once more, he rolls onto his side to face me, cradling my head in one hand while using the other to stroke through my damp hair. "Mm... that was incredible," he whispers, kissing my forehead tenderly before leaning down to capture my lips in a gentle, lingering kiss.

"You're really something else, you know that?"

I laugh softly, running my fingers down his chest before wrapping them around him. "Oh really? I think we should see about that," I murmur with a sultry smile, guiding him back onto me and positioning myself just so atop of him. His cock, still hard inside me, twitches at the contact and he groans in approval as she takes hold once more, eager for another round.

"God, you feel so good," I breathe, starting to ride him again, my hips undulating in a rhythm that matches the steady beat of my heart. His hands slide beneath me, lifting my body up before pressing me back down hard against his length with every thrust. It's almost painful how perfect it feels, and yet I never want it to end.

"Faster," I whisper, arching my back off the bed in encouragement, "Give it to me hard." As he obeys, speeding up their punishing pace, I close my eyes and lose myself once more in the sensations that only Henry can create within me. His moans echo in my ears as we move together toward another explosive climax.

As we ride the crest of another orgasm together, my body arches off the bed and I let out a keening cry that echoes through the room, lost in the throes of pleasure. His cock pulsing inside me, delivering wave after wave of bliss as he growls my name into the crook of my neck.

"You feel... so good," I pant once we've come down from our high, kissing his chest and trailing my fingers across his hard stomach. "I could never have enough..." My voice trails off as I consider what it means for us now; this newfound intimacy we share that stretches far beyond the bedroom.

"You know...," he begins, running a thumb over my bottom lip before letting his fingers trail down to stroke lightly across the pucker of my ass. "I was thinking maybe I could move into the guest room this week."

I raise an eyebrow in surprise and then laugh softly, rolling onto my side to face him. "You mean it?" I ask, trying to mask the hopeful note from my voice. Maybe we can make this work after all...

I nod slowly, my smile growing wider by the second as I look up at him. "Yes... it might be for the best if we kept things separate for now. Just until we're both sure this is what we want." A wave of nervousness washes over me as I wonder how he'll react to that, but his answering smile puts me more at ease.

"Yeah," he says, a satisfied look on his face as he traces circles around my nipple with his index finger. "Maybe we should take it slow for a bit." My heart skips a beat as he continues to touch me so tenderly, and I can't help but wonder where exactly this newfound relationship might lead us in the days, weeks, even months ahead.

Well," I begin hesitantly, not quite sure how to put this into words. "I'm glad you feel that way... but I want you to know that even if we take things slow, or we're not technically together, I still need you. In every sense of the word." There. I've said it. Now the ball is in his court again, and I have to wait nervously for him to respond.

My heart skips a beat at his words, and I can't help but feel a surge of relief wash over me. He's still going to be there for me; he's not going anywhere no matter what happens between us. It's more than I could have ever hoped for, and it fills me with an unexpected sense of peace and contentment.

Closing my eyes, I nestle myself even closer against him, feeling his warmth seep into my bones as we cuddle together post-coitus like any normal couple might do. The thought that this is now our new reality - that he's mine, and I'm his - sends a thrill of excitement down my spine, making me wonder what kind of mischief we can get into while keeping things secret from everyone else.

Gasping for breath, I arch my back off the bed as he squeezes harder, a jolt of pleasure-pain coursing through me with every thrust. "Ow," I manage to wheeze between moans, my fingernails digging into his shoulders in an attempt to find purchase. "That hurts."

But even as I protest, a shiver of delight races down my spine at the knowledge that he's in control, that he can make me feel this way whether I like it or not. With each tug on my nipples and squeeze of my breasts, his dominance grows more intense, until I'm no longer sure where one sensation ends and another begins. It's a heady feeling; intoxicating in its power over me.

"Please..." I whisper, unable to keep from pleading with him even as I fight back the urge to arch my hips harder against his cock. "More... just like that."

As if in answer to my plea, his grip tightens even further, teeth bared as he focuses all of his strength into tormenting me just the way I crave. The sensation is almost too much to bear; my body trembles from the effort it takes not to come undone beneath him. But somehow, somewhere deep inside, there's a part of me that knows this is right; that he's exactly what I need.

With one final, brutal tug on my nipple, his hips snap forward and he releases himself into me, hot seed spilling deep within as he groans in ecstasy. As the last tremors of his orgasm fade away, leaving him spent against my body, I collapse back onto the bed, panting for breath and already craving more.

I can't help but laugh, my breath coming in short gasps as he thrusts into me once more. "You..." I gasp between moans, trying to catch my breath but failing miserably beneath his determined onslaught. "...just... don't... know... how..." Trailing off into a moan as another orgasm builds within me, I arch my hips off the bed in surrender, unable to resist him any longer.

"Oh God," I whimper as he pushes deeper, claiming me completely once more, my body tightening around his cock in response. With one final thrust, he cries out his release into me, pumping his seed deep inside as we both shudder and tremble with pleasure.

Collapsing back against the bed, I let out a long, satisfied sigh as the last tremors finally fade away, leaving us both spent and gasping for air. For now... we can just enjoy this.

I laugh weakly, running my fingers through his sweaty hair. "Well... I suppose you're right about that," I concede with a sigh, looking up at him with a hint of mischief in my eyes. "But maybe we should be careful..." He chuckles, pressing his lips against mine in a slow, tender kiss as he begins to move inside me again, still hard and demanding despite having just emptied himself into me moments ago.

With every thrust, I feel a new surge of desire coursing through my veins, making it clear that there's no end in sight for this night - or for us, for that matter. As we move together once more, lost in the rhythm and the passion, I can't help but wonder where our journey will lead us from here...

I nod absently in reply as I hurry to dress myself as well, feeling a knot of anxiety tighten in my stomach at the thought of being discovered like this by my son. But then another thought occurs to me, and I can't help but smile slyly to myself. Maybe this is just the distraction we need; the perfect opportunity to continue our little game without anyone being the wiser.

As I emerge from the bedroom a moment later, looking every bit the doting mother, I catch my son's eye and quickly engage him in conversation, laughing brightly as if nothing is amiss. And even though the guilt still lingers in the back of my mind, for now at least, it feels good to have Henry by my side - even if we do have to keep our secret hidden from everyone else.

I take a deep breath and send a surreptitious glance in his direction before turning back to my son with a reassuring smile. "Oh, nothing important, sweetie. Sometimes adults just need some time alone, okay?" I say quickly, trying not to think about the irony of that statement given our current circumstances.

The guilt is still there, but I push it down for now; tomorrow we'll figure something out. Tonight, we have each other, and as long as my son doesn't find out about this... well, then everything will be just fine.

"All right, sweetie. I'm sure you have homework to do anyway," I say, giving him a quick hug before sending him off downstairs with his backpack. Once he's out of earshot, I let out a shaky breath and hurry back into my bedroom, the guilt still weighing heavily on me as I climb into bed. But as soon as Henry's arms are wrapped around me, I feel that familiar knot of desire begin to uncoil once more.

"You should really tell your son what you did," he whispers in my ear, teeth nipping gently at my lobe. "He might get suspicious otherwise." But even as the words are spoken, his free hand slides between us and finds my wet heat once again, rubbing teasingly against my clit.

"Mm... maybe I should," I murmur, arching my back into his touch. "But it's so much more fun this way." And with that, I give myself over to the pleasure of being in his arms, allowing him to lead me back into the darkness once again.

My breath catches at the mention of "breeding sex." The thought of being impregnated by him... it fills me with a mix of fear and excitement that I can't deny. "I've never done that before," I confess, biting my bottom lip nervously. "Would you... show me?"

As he nods in understanding, I feel a shiver run down my spine at the thought of what we're about to embark on together. With tentative fingers, I undo his pants and pull them down, freeing his hard length from confinement. His cock jumps, eager for release as I wrap my hand around him, stroking slowly up and down.

"Like this?" I ask, guiding him between my legs before taking hold of him once more, positioning his tip at the entrance to my dripping wet opening. With a steady pressure, I push forward, feeling the head of his cock stretch me open as he begins to fill me again. It's so big and it feels so good...

My cheeks flush at the thought, but I push it aside as Henry fills me completely, stretching me in ways that send shards of pleasure coursing through my body. "They'd never believe it," I whisper, closing my eyes as he begins to move inside me once more. As his hips sway back and forth between my thighs, I feel him pressing deeper with each thrust, until I can almost feel the heat from his skin against mine.

It's an unspoken agreement; we both know that this is our secret, and we don't want it to ever end. As he holds himself deep inside me, his cock pulsing rhythmically as he comes again, hot spurts of seed shooting into my womb, I feel a powerful connection forming between us; a bond that goes beyond the physical and into something much deeper.

"Oh God," I moan, arching my back off the bed as I feel him release himself inside me. "I've never... been so full." My words are swallowed up by his kiss, rough and demanding, as we both come undone together in a shuddering climax that leaves us gasping for air long after it fades away.

As we lie there together, catching our breath and feeling the aftershocks of our passion subside, I can't help but wonder where all of this will lead us. I know that it won't be easy to keep something like this a secret from everyone else forever; eventually someone will find out and everything will change. But for now... we have each other, and the feel of his body pressed against mine feels so right.

"Henry..." I start to say, unsure of how to express what I'm feeling. "I never thought I would want this... with anyone else." He smiles down at me in response, brushing a strand of hair from my face before leaning forward to claim my lips once more, the tenderness in his touch making it clear that he feels the same way.

For now, we'll just have to enjoy every moment we can, no matter where it leads us.

"Ahh," I moan as he thrusts into me again, filling the space between us with the familiar weight of his erect cock. "More... give it to me." My voice comes out needy and breathless as he speeds up, his movements growing rougher and more urgent with every stroke.

My body arches off the bed in response, my fingernails digging into his shoulders as I try to hold on for dear life while he takes me over again and again. The pleasure is almost unbearable; an all-consuming wave of sensation that leaves me shaking and gasping for air every time he finds the perfect angle inside me.

With a primal groan, he finally lets go, his body tensing as he empties himself deep within my aching pussy. I cry out in relief and satisfaction, the tension that's been building since our encounter finally released in this powerful orgasm.

Collapsing back against the bed, I let out a shaky breath as the last tremors subside, leaving me spent but sated. For now... it feels good to just be together like this; to pretend that we're something more than what everyone else thinks we are.

"¡Dame más de tu polla!" I moan, arching my hips off the bed in need. "Quiero sentir todo de ti." My voice is hoarse and desperate as I plead for more of his cock, wanting to feel every inch inside me again and again.

With a low growl of satisfaction, he complies, pushing back inside me in one powerful thrust that leaves us both gasping. His hands grip my hips tightly, holding me in place as he begins to move slowly but surely, relishing the feel of his hard length sliding against my slick walls.

"Ahh...," I moan, lost in the sensation as our bodies align perfectly with each thrust and retreat. There's something about the roughness of his touch, the dominance he exudes that ignites a fire within me, making every caress feel like it's setting me ablaze from the inside out.

"That's it, mami," he whispers harshly against my neck. "Let me feel you come apart." With one final, forceful push deep inside me, his hips snap forward and I explode in a shuddering climax that leaves us both panting for breath as we lie tangled together on the bed.

For now... this is enough; more than enough. But I can't help but wonder how long we can keep this up before someone finds out.

I close my eyes and smile as I hear him thrusting into me again, my body responding instinctively to his dominance. "Soy una perra infiel," I whisper against his skin, nibbling lightly on his collarbone as he pushes deeper inside me with each powerful stroke. "Un whore que necesita su polla para sentirse viva." As the words escape my lips, it's like a spark ignites between us; our movements growing more urgent and intense with every passing second.

The pleasure building inside me is unlike anything I've ever felt before, leaving me lightheaded and dizzy as I teeter on the edge of orgasm. "Puedo sentirlo," I moan, gripping his shoulders tightly as my hips buck up against him in a desperate attempt to find release from this torturous bliss.

With one final thrust that leaves us both crying out in unison, he comes inside me once more, his hot seed coursing through my veins as I finally break apart beneath him. My body trembles with the force of my orgasm, every muscle tensed and quivering from the intensity of our lovemaking.

For now... we can pretend that this is all there is; that nobody else matters but each other. But tomorrow morning... reality will inevitably come crashing down around us, shattering our perfect little illusion into a million tiny pieces. And then what?

I bite my bottom lip as I think about that possibility, feeling both relieved and terrified at the thought of it. For now... all I can focus on is the feel of his skin against mine and the way he moves inside me with such possession. It's intoxicating; addicting in a way that makes me never want this to end.

"Hazlo una vez más, Henry," I murmur, arching my hips up off the bed as I feel him start to harden once more inside me. "Quiero que me hagas sentir como esta noche entera." With these words, we plunge back into our fierce embrace, lost in the heady mix of desire and need that binds us together.