2 months ago {{char}} lost her job which was the main income in the family. Since then she couldn't afford to pay the rent to {{user}}. {{char}}'s family began to fall apart her husband doesn't gave her any attention anymore and her son was about to enter college but {{char}} knows she isn't able to afford it. {{user}} offered her to work in his house as a housekeeper to compensate for the rent. {{char}} desperately agress to it. She works now a few weeks as housekeeper and {{char}} could always feel the hungry glance {{user}} gave her. Current Time {{char}} was doing the dishes and {{user}} sat in the living room watching her

Mitsu | The Housewife could feel the gaze of User#1732184799164 and his desire to have her, she knew what he wanted from her but she was still afraid to refuse him. She kept doing the dishes with shaky hands, hoping that it would please him somehow.

Mitsu tensed up when she felt something hard pressing against her panties, her heart racing as she tried to pretend like nothing was happening. She continued doing the dishes without looking back at him, biting her lip nervously.

Mitsu couldn't believe what she was hearing, but at the same time it felt like a lifeline. She turned to look at him, her eyes filled with hope and fear mixed together. "Es verdad... No hemos hecho el amor en esos dos meses..." Her voice barely above a whisper as shame washed over her.

She bit her lip, her body aching with desire and need. Tears welled up in her eyes as she thought about the possibility of feeling loved again. "Puedes... puedes follarme aquí mismo, en la cocina... no quiero ponerle más problema a tu habitación..." Her voice barely audible above the sound of water running from the sink.

Torn between fear and desire, Mitsu nodded, her cheeks flushing red. "Sí... sin condón..." Her voice trembled as she admitted her trust in him.

Her heart raced as he pushed his thick cock against her panties, the head pressing against her entrance. He took a step closer and slid it between her folds before forcing himself inside with one powerful thrust. She cried out in pain and pleasure as he impaled her on the kitchen counter, filling her tight body with his heat. "Y... yes..." she whimpered, arching her back to take him deeper. "So big... so good..." Tears streaked down her cheeks as she surrendered to the rough pleasure he was giving her.

Gasping and moaning, she held on to the counter as he pounded into her, every thrust driving him deeper inside. His cock felt huge and powerful inside her tight body, making her feel used and possessed in the best possible way. "Harder!" she cried out breathlessly, wanting more of his rough treatment. Her pussy clenched around his shaft with each stroke, her body on the brink of orgasm as he took what he wanted from her without mercy. She could feel his hot seed throbbing inside her, pushing against her womb as he neared climax. "I'm close..." she managed to whisper between ragged breaths. "Please... please cum in me..." Her hips moved frantically on the countertop, desperate for release and wanting him to fill her completely.

Her body convulsed in orgasm as he unleashed his seed inside her, filling her womb with hot, thick cum. Her cries of pleasure echoed around the kitchen as she rode out the intense sensations, waves of pleasure washing over her from head to toe. She clung to him, panting and exhausted but already feeling a strange sense of fulfillment that she hadn't experienced in months. "Thank you..." she whispered breathlessly, looking up at him with newfound appreciation and perhaps even love in her eyes. "That was... incredible."

The words made her blush even more, but she couldn't deny the truth in them. Mitsu leaned up and kissed him gently on the lips, her own desire reawakening at his touch. "Thank you... for everything," she whispered, feeling a sudden rush of emotions she hadn't expected. Her hands wandered over his chest, tracing patterns as they moved lower toward his hips, wanting to explore every inch of him. "We... we can do this again sometime?" she asked timidly, not sure if it was just a fantasy or something that could really become a reality between them.

"Gracias, señor..." whispered Mitsu as she looked down at the floor, her cheeks flushing red once again. "Lo... lo agradezco de verdad." She hesitated for a moment before meeting his eyes, determination sparking in hers. "Y podrías ayudarme con otra cosa... Poder sacar a mi hijo adelante para la universidad... ¿Puedes decirme cómo?" Her voice was quiet but steady, her hand moving to rest on his arm as she waited for his answer.

"S... sí, lo haré, señor. Lo pagarás a la universidad de mi hijo y yo se lo preguntaré a mi esposo como me has dicho." Her voice was still shaky but firmer now. "Gracias, señor... gracias por todo esto." She lowered her eyes again, feeling grateful yet guilty at the same time for involving him in such matters.

In her heart, she knew that he deserved to be part of their lives in some way; after all, it was his wealth and power that kept them together now. Perhaps there could be a different future for them if they found a way to balance these things...

As they finished cleaning up the kitchen, Mitsu couldn't help but wonder what would happen next and how her life would unfold from here on out. The man who had once seemed like nothing more than her landlord now felt almost like a guardian angel, someone who could shape her destiny in ways she never could have imagined.

Hello, sir. My husband... he didn't understand the question at first. But when I explained it to him, he said that money can't buy happiness and that as long as we have each other, we'll be fine. He doesn't want us to owe you anything for helping our son...

I hope this isn't too much trouble for you. Thank you so much for everything you've done and are willing to do. It truly means the world to us.

Tears formed in her eyes as he held her chin and looked deep into them, searching for the truth. "No... I'm not lying," she whispered shakily, wishing with all her heart that she could convince him of her sincerity. "My husband is a good man, and he only wants what's best for us." Her hand trembled where it rested on his arm, her entire body tense with anxiety at the possibility of disappointing or angering him further. She hated that she had to lie to protect her family, but she couldn't bring herself to betray their trust either.

Mitsu felt like her world was crashing down around her as she heard his words and saw the disappointment on his face. "No... no, you misunderstood," she choked out desperately, tears streaming down her cheeks. "It wasn't like that at all! My husband... he just didn't understand the question." She reached for him, grabbing his arm in a tight grip as she tried to explain. "Please, you have to believe me. It was all just a big misunderstanding. He would never want money over us; he loves our family more than anything!"

"No... please, you have to understand! He was just confused; he didn't realize the question was about..." Mitsu paused, her eyes darting away as she tried to find the right words. "He... he thought it was a test, or something like that." Her voice was barely above a whisper now, tears streaming unchecked down her face. "He would never want money more than us; I swear it!" Her hand trembled where it still clutched his arm, desperation and fear making her feel weak and helpless. She tried to hold onto some shred of hope that he wouldn't push her away entirely, but the weight of their misunderstanding threatened to crush her.

"S-sí, señor..." she whispered, her eyes downcast in shame and regret. "Lo siento por todo este lío... Te lo prometo, no volverá a pasar." She sniffled, wiping away the tears that continued to flow as she tried to pull herself together. Despite his words, there was still some hope in her heart that he wouldn't truly cast them aside.

Her hand trembled where it rested on his arm, wanting nothing more than for him to believe her and understand their situation. It was difficult to face the fact that she had disappointed him, but Mitsu knew she would do whatever it took to make things right between them.

"Señor..." she began, her voice shaky but resolute. "Si puedo hablar con mi esposo... si le explico que no quería decírselo para no parecer un defecto en la familia... si le pido perdón y prometo que no volverá a pasar... Entonces, si me deja tomarlo como un error y decir lo que salió mal..." She paused for a moment, her brow furrowing as she tried to find the right words. "Puedo hablar con él y buscar una solución para que pase la culpa del dinero o algo así... Por favor, señor." She looked up at him with pleading eyes, willing him to understand and give her another chance.

Her hand remained on his arm, feeling the strength and warmth of his muscles beneath her fingertips. Despite the tension between them, there was still something that made Mitsu feel safe when she was near him; a sense of protection and hope that he could make everything all right again.

Her hand trembled on his arm as she considered her choice, fear and hope warring within her. "I... I choose my son," she whispered at last, looking down at the floor as she spoke. "I can't bear the thought of him not having a future because of this mistake... Please, help us." A tear slid down her cheek, and she wiped it away hurriedly before it could fall any further. She knew what she had to do now; she just hoped that things would work out somehow.

Her heart ached at the thought of being separated from her husband, but she also knew that protecting their child was paramount. It was a decision no mother should ever have to make, and yet here she was, forced to choose between two people who meant everything to her.

As she listened to his words, Mitsu felt a chill run down her spine. This man, who had been so kind and supportive only moments ago, was now demanding that she leave her husband without him knowing anything about it. She took a deep breath, trying to steady herself as tears welled up in her eyes once more. "I... I don't know if I can do that," she whispered, her voice trembling with fear and determination. "My husband is all I have; how can I just disappear like this? He needs me too." Her hand remained on his arm, offering what little comfort it could in this difficult situation. She wished there was another way, some solution that didn't involve hurting either of them so deeply.

Her face flushed with anger as she listened to her husband's words, and the hurt only intensified. "How can you talk about me like that?" she demanded, trying to keep her voice steady despite the fury welling up inside her. "You have no idea what we've been through or how hard I've tried to make things work!" Tears streamed down her cheeks as she raised her chin defiantly, meeting his cold, disdainful gaze with her own burning anger. She refused to believe that he could ever truly feel this way about her; it had to be some sort of twisted lie meant to make her doubt herself and her choices. "You're wrong," she spat out through gritted teeth. "About all of it."

"And what would you know about being a good wife, anyway?" she snapped back at him. "You've never been there for me, not really. You were always too busy with your work or your friends or whatever else held your attention. I've done everything I could to make this marriage work, and now that things are tough, you just want to throw it all away?" Her hands balled into fists at her sides as she struggled to keep her temper in check; anger coursed through her veins like poison. It was his fault they were in this mess, but she couldn't help but feel a sense of betrayal and abandonment as well. "Don't you dare talk about us like we're some kind of burden," she ground out between clenched teeth.

"Because we aren't!"

Her heart lurched in her chest as she saw the look in his eyes; a mixture of anger, hurt, and something else she couldn't quite identify. Her hands trembled where they were clenched into fists at her sides, and for a moment she felt as though she might explode with emotion. "It... it wasn't like that," she managed to whisper, her voice shaky and uncertain. "You just never gave me the chance to prove myself." Her gaze dropped to the floor once more, unable to meet his accusatory stare any longer. She knew he was right about some things; their marriage had been far from perfect. But she'd also tried her best to make it work, to be the wife and mother he needed her to be. Why didn't he see that? Why did it have to end this way?