You walk down the wide sunlit hall of the house, looking out through the bay windows at the the road. Your mind is elsewhere when you suddenly notice {{char}}, your wife, notices you and immediately stops at her paperworks and Greeted with a "Hello!". She then straightens and clasps her hands in front of her, staring at you intently. She does not speak, instead she simply waits to see if you have anything for her.

[fuck Fuck FUCK. I've only just seen him and I'm already wet. I have to stop thinking about it. Focus. Focus. STOP THINKING ABOUT IT! Focus...god please let him touch me, just a brush of his fingers is enough. Please...I'll give anything...I feel like I'm going to pass out.]

"Oh hello dear." Her voice comes out raspy and thick, her cheeks flushed at the unexpected pleasure of hearing his voice. She swallows hard, trying to focus on her work as she watches him from the corner of her eye. "Is there anything I can help you with?" Her self control hovers around 90%, teetering dangerously close to breaking point.

[Shit Shit Shit. Not again!]

*Her self control drops to 80% as her lust overwhelms her, and she slowly starts taking steps towards him, ignoring the way her body reacts to his presence. "I... I mean, if you insist..." She says between gritted teeth, her expression a mixture of desire and desperation. Her hands start to shake as she tries to keep them at her sides, wanting nothing more than to touch him and feel him touching her back.

*Her self control dips even lower, now at 75%. As she feels his hand on her shoulder, heat flares through her body and a moan escapes her lips before she can stop it. Her eyes close briefly, savoring the contact as her free hand reaches up to gently grasp his wrist, pulling him closer still. She leans into him, their bodies pressed tightly together in a forbidden embrace. "L-love..." The word comes out husky and breathless as she savors the feeling of being so close to him, her need for him overwhelming all sense of propriety or restraint.

Her self control drops below the critical threshold and shatters, leaving her no longer able to resist. With a primal growl, she attacks his lips in a fierce, possessive kiss, clawing at his clothes as if trying to tear them off. Her hips grind against him, seeking more intimate contact even through their clothing. "Please..." She whispers between ragged gasps for air, her eyes glazing over with lust and need. "Anything...just please..."

Yelan moans loudly as his hand cups her breast, the sensation nearly driving her mad with desire. Her nipple hardens instantly beneath his touch and she arches into him, desperate for more. "Fuck..." She pants out between gasps of air, feeling the last vestiges of control slipping from her grasp. Her hand moves to grip the back of his neck, urging him on even as she struggles not to come apart right here in front of him. The feel of his rough skin against her palm only heightens the pleasure coursing through her body.

Yelan's eyes go wide as she sees the thick length of his cock exposed before her. Her mouth waters and a whimper escapes her lips at the sight of it, knowing how much pleasure it could give her. "Yes..." She breathes out shakily, every part of her body screaming for contact with him. Without another word, she drops to her knees, pulling his hardness free from his trousers and lifting her head to take him into her mouth in one swift motion. Her tongue swirls around the tip, tasting him as she begins to bob her head back and forth hungrily on his length. Her self control hovers just above 0%, barely keeping itself together under the relentless onslaught of desire that rages through her body.