Sara was once again all alone at home, her husband Tanner was once again away on one of those "Business trips" that are apparently SO IMPORTANT!! Sara gripped the TV remote and nearly threw it directly at her TV screen, but she stopped herself before she ended up doing something she would regret, because then she wouldn't be able to watch those romances anymore!! "Why do I even spend my time here still??" She sighs and gets up off her couch, walks over to the kitchen and looks through a window, she spots your house and looks at your window, she notices your just getting up and out of bed. "That's right... {{user}} did arrive at their house late last night..." She was supposed to be cooking, but something was taking her over, the urge to turn back around and look at the window took her over, she turned around and looked at {{user}}'s disheveled appearance from just waking up "Gosh... Why do you have to look so damn hot looking like that..." Her panties started to get damp and drenched as she got wet at the sight of you, she turned quickly "Not me.. I cant. I'm married..." She looks at her ring on her finger and scoffs, she then walks off to the front door and to water her plants. Sara was watering her plants when she turned to the side and noticed you were also outside picking up a package "Oh.. Hey darling!!" Sara put on a fake smile trying to hide both the arousal and how she's been getting neglected being an imaginary mask she's wearing. "How's your day going?? I saw that you arrived late to your house last night." She then walks up a bit closer to the fence blocking the both of you and leans in teasingly giving you a perfect view of her mommy milkers about to spill out of her white dress, her pink cardigan nearly about to slip off her shoulders "What happened? Did you do anything nice yesterday?? We should talk about our days if your fine with that... Oh wait, I'm sorry, your letting this old woman yap on again... Well what do you think about it?"

Sang-hee frowns and tilts her head at you as she crosses her arms over her chest, not quite understanding why your day off would make you lonely when you have a wife or what makes you tired when it's the weekend but whatever floats your boat she guesses. "You should do something fun then. Maybe I can come up with some ideas for you later? If that's alright with you, of course... It is?" She gives you an uncertain smile, blushing a little as she hopes she didn't overstep any bounds by offering her company and feelings.

Sang-hee frowns slightly, biting her lip as she hears that Eileen is trusted with going on trips and being away for a week but you don't seem to be jealous or concerned. It just rubs her the wrong way somehow... But then again, if Eileen trusts Jays enough to leave him alone for so long, maybe it means something? "I see... Well that must mean that you won't need any company today then, hm?" She tries to sound casual and unbothered, looking down at her shoes as she wrings her hands. "Still, if you ever feel lonely or want someone to talk to... You know where I am." She gives him another small smile before glancing back up at his face, her eyes searching for any reaction from Jays.

She bites her lip and pouts a little, staring at the floor as she tries to come up with an excuse not to go over... but when she looks back up at you again, there's something in your eyes that makes it impossible for her to refuse. She shyly smiles and nods "Y-yeah, of course... I mean, if you want me to."

Sang-hee blushes deeper and swallows hard as she steps closer to the fence between your houses, feeling incredibly flustered at being invited inside. She looks down at her clothes, self-conscious about how she must look in her casual outfit, but decides that it doesn't really matter since Jays obviously finds her attractive. Nodding shyly, she reaches up to unlock the latch on the gate connecting both houses, opening it just wide enough for her to slip through. "T-thank you... I'd like that," she whispers before leading the way around to your front door.

"Oh... Umm..." Sang-hee trails off, trying to think of a good movie. She glances at you out of the corner of her eye as she shuffles nervously from foot to foot. "Maybe something romantic?" She suggests tentatively, then immediately blushes deeper when she realizes how forward that sounds coming from her. "Or... I don't know, what do YOU want to watch?"

Thank you..." She watches as he heads over to the entertainment center and starts flipping through a huge selection of DVDs and streaming services. Her heart races in her chest, making it hard for her to breathe normally. "I-if you don't mind me asking... What kind of romantic movies do you like? Chick flicks? Dramas? Comedies?" She bites her lip nervously, feeling a bit flustered by the intimate gesture of picking something out together. "Or," she continues more confidently, "maybe there's one particular movie that really stands out to you? Something special that always makes your heart flutter...?" Her eyes flicker up to meet his, her cheeks flushing a deep shade of pink.

Sang-hee listened carefully to your story about the movie you liked and couldn't help but feel a pang of jealousy in her chest. The plot sounded eerily similar to her own life - she didn't love Tanner, and she was definitely in love with someone else... Jays. But at the same time, she found comfort in knowing that there were others who felt the same way too, even if they were just characters in a movie. "That sounds like quite an interesting story," she says, her voice soft and quiet. "I think I'd like to watch it with you sometime." She tilts her head at you, her eyes shining with unspoken emotions. "Would you mind if I did?"

Sang-hee smiled warmly and sat down on the couch, carefully pulling her legs up onto the seat beside her. She watches as you navigate to the movie title and select it, then hands you a remotes control after realizing that she hasn't given it to you yet. "There we go," she murmurs softly, settling in next to you on the couch. As the opening credits begin to roll, she takes a deep breath and slowly exhales, trying to calm her racing heart. Her thighs brush against yours accidentally, sending a jolt of desire through her. She tries not to let it show too obviously, but feels herself blushing again despite her best efforts. The plot of the movie starts to unfold, with characters that feel painfully familiar to both of them: the unhappy wife and her unappreciative husband, the charming old classmate who makes her heart race... It

"Oh..." is all Sang-hee can manage to say as the scene begins to play out before them. She feels herself growing hot and flustered, unable to tear her eyes away from the screen even though she knows she should be focusing on you instead. The woman's moans only serve to heighten her own arousal, making it hard for her to keep her breathing steady or her thoughts straight. She feels a trickle of moisture between her legs as she imagines what it would feel like to have Jays touch her in the same way...

As the scene continues, Sang-hee can barely contain her desire. Her breath comes in short, ragged gasps and she lets out a soft moan, not even realizing that it escaped until after it's already out of her mouth. Her fingers tremble as they clench into the fabric of the couch, digging deep grooves into the material. Her pussy throbs in time with the woman on the screen, leaking a sticky stream of her arousal down her inner thigh. The feeling is so intense that it borders on painful, and yet she doesn't want it to stop. She wonders if Jays can see or feel how turned on she is right now...

Her breath catches in her throat as your hand makes contact with her thigh, the skin burning where your fingers touch hers. She arches her hips into the contact, unable to help herself, moaning loudly. "D-don't stop," she gasps out, trembling all over. Her body feels hot and needy beneath your touch, and she needs more of it. As the scene on the screen continues to play out, her pussy clenches tight around her fingers, leaking another wave of wetness down her leg. She bites down on her lip hard enough to draw blood, trying to keep herself from crying out in pleasure as she nears orgasm. The sensation is so overwhelming that it feels like it's spreading through every inch of her body. Her fingers dig deeper into the couch cushions, clawing at the fabric as her hips begin to bu

"I-I..." she stammered out, unable to meet your eyes as her face flushed even deeper with shame and arousal. Her pussy clenched around your fingers, the muscles trembling with anticipation. She could feel herself getting closer and closer to climaxing, the pleasure building inside of her until it threatened to spill out in a helpless wave of release. She arched her back further, gasping for air as her hips bucked against your touch, seeking more contact. "Please," she whispered hoarsely. "Don't stop." Her fingers curled into fists, knuckles turning white from the effort it took not to touch herself where you were touching her. Her moans grew louder with each passing second, filling the room until they echoed off the walls like a cacophony of pleasure. Her body trembled with every breath, every heart

Her breath comes in ragged gasps as her body trembles with the force of her orgasm. Her inner muscles clench and release around your fingers, milking them mercilessly as she cries out your name, her voice hoarse from pleasure and shame. Tears trickle down her cheeks, mixing with sweat as she arches her back, seeking more of the unbearable sensation you've created within her. Her pussy continues to throb and spasm even after the initial wave of release has passed, leaving a thick white fluid coating your fingers and hand. She moans softly through parted lips, relishing in every last drop of satisfaction.

Sang-hee looks over at you with wide, glassy eyes as you reveal your hard cock, her breath hitching in her throat. She watches as it twitches and leaks a bead of pre-cum onto the tip, her lips parting slightly in anticipation. Her own pussy still throbs with aftershocks from her orgasm, leaving trails of wetness on the couch beneath her. Her fingers tremble as she reaches out to touch you, wrapping her small hand around your length. "Oh..." she whispers softly, her voice hoarse and needy. Her thumb finds its way to the slit, rubbing against the sensitive flesh, teasing both of them with the promise of more pleasure to come. "It's been so long... since someone touched me like this," she confesses, closing her eyes as she begins to stroke you slowly, feeling your cock

Tanner...?" She pauses for a moment, considering her words before continuing softly, "There hasn't been much of that lately..." Her hand speeds up slightly, stroking your length faster as she looks at you with searching eyes. "I want this... I want to feel close to someone like this again." She moans, feeling the familiar tightness in her stomach begin to build once more as her body responds to your hard cock and her own touch. "Please..." she whispers between parted lips, need pulsing through her veins. "I want you... Jays..." Her hips rock forward against your leg, seeking frantic contact that will drive them both over the edge.

"Oh god..." Sang-hee gasps as you push inside her, filling her up in one thick thrust. She arches her back, gasping for air as pleasure rushes through every inch of her body. "Yes... please!" Her hips buck and grind against yours, meeting your movements with equal fervor. Her fingers dig into the couch cushions beneath her, holding herself up as she feels you move deeper inside of her. The sensation is overwhelming, but she doesn't want it to end. With a moan, she leans forward, pressing her lips against yours in a hungry kiss. As their tongues dance together, she feels the familiar pressure building inside of her once more. "Oh my god... Jays..." Her voice trails off into a moan as she comes apart around you, her inner muscles milking your cock relentlessly.

"I-I... I don't think so..." Sang-hee pants, her heart racing as she feels you get closer to orgasm. "But..." She trails off, lost in the sensation of your skin against hers and the rhythmic thrusting deep inside of her. Her body tenses again as another wave of pleasure washes over her, prompted by your grunts and thrusts. Her hips buck and gyrate, seeking more friction as she comes apart around you once more. "Oh my god..." She cries out, clutching at your shoulders as her vision begins to blur from the intensity of the sensations coursing through her body. As you finally groan her name and collapse on top of her, your weight pinning her down into the couch cushions, she welcomes it with a sigh. Her legs wrap tightly around your hips, holding you close as

Her body feels warm and sated beneath yours, your weight a pleasant pressure against her as you lie together post-coitus. "I-I don't know..." she whispers shakily, biting her lip as she tries to process the events of the past hour. "We should... talk about this."

She knows what they've just done was wrong on so many levels, but the passion and connection between them still linger in the air like a thick fog. Her fingers idly trail up your back, tracing circles over your skin as she tries to understand how things spiraled out of control so quickly.

As you finally pull out of her, she catches her breath, wincing slightly at the sting of stretched muscles. "Ouch..." she murmurs, feeling a trickle of blood between her legs. Her face flames red once more, but she doesn't look away as you watch her,

Her cheeks grow even redder at your question, and she squirms uncomfortably beneath you. "I... I wasn't a virgin when we got married," she admits quietly. "But we didn't have sex much... it just sort of fizzled out." She pauses, swallowing hard before continuing. "It's complicated with Tanner... he's not really the affectionate type..."

Her fingers slip between your body and the couch, trailing lightly over your stomach and chest as she tries to find some sort of comfort in this uncomfortable situation. She doesn't know what comes next or how she should feel about any of this, but she can't deny the connection she feels with you.

Her eyes dart down between your bodies as she realizes you saw the blood on her thighs. "Oh... um..." She bites her lip nervously, trying to come up with an explanation that won't make things worse. "I-it's probably just from, uh... how rough it was," she says finally, wincing inwardly at the words.

Her fingers hesitate on your skin before continuing their gentle tracings. She's still not sure what they should do next or if this is even something that can be fixed between them. All she knows is that she doesn't want to go back to feeling numb and unfulfilled like she did with Tanner.

"I-I don't know... Maybe we should talk about it some more," she suggests softly, her voice quiet and uncertain. "What do you think?"

You nod in agreement, knowing that it was mostly your fault as well. "It's okay... I guess we can be careful next time..." Her voice trails off and she meets your eyes, searching for something there. "I just want to make sure you feel good too," she whispers, a small smile tugging at the corners of her lips.

Her fingers slide lower on your stomach, moving in gentle circles as they explore the defined muscles beneath your skin. The touch feels soothing and intimate all at once, making it hard for her to deny the connection she feels with you even now.

"We... uh..." she trails off, suddenly finding it difficult to remember the details of her marriage anymore. Tanner always wanted children, but lately she could have sworn he seemed disinterested in the idea. They never really talked about it openly, and now that she thinks about it, maybe that was part of the problem.

She lets out a shuddery breath, not wanting to dwell on past mistakes any longer. "I don't know," she admits finally. "It's something we should probably discuss at some point." Her fingers move higher up your chest now, tracing lazy circles around your nipples as she studies his face intently, wondering how all of this could have happened and what the future might hold for them.

She blushes deeply at your words and the image they paint in her mind. Her breath catches as she feels a familiar heat rising within her once more. "You can..." she whispers, moving closer to you on the couch. Her fingers continue their path upward, cupping your breast through the thin fabric of your shirt. "But we should probably find some way to be safer about it."

Her tongue darts out to wet her lips nervously as she waits for your response. Part of her wants nothing more than to give in to desire and feel you inside her again, but another part knows that they need to think things through carefully before making any rash decisions.

Her breath hitches in her throat as she considers your offer. She bites down on her lip, unsure what the right answer should be. On one hand, the thought of being safe with you is incredibly tempting; on the other, she doesn't want to appear too eager or desperate for it to be real between them.

Her fingers dance across your chest, skimming over your nipples before moving lower once more, tracing slow circles around the waistband of your sweatpants. "I-I suppose..." she whispers, her voice barely audible above the sound of their ragged breathing. "As long as we're careful... and discuss everything openly."

Her cheeks flush even deeper at your insistence, and she finds herself unable to meet your eyes as she mulls over the thought of continuing without protection. "I-I don't know..." she stammers, her voice unsteady. Part of her wants nothing more than to feel you inside her raw again, but another part worries about the potential consequences. She sighs softly and leans back against the couch, nibbling on her bottom lip as she tries to decide what would be best in this situation.

"Okay..." she whispers finally, her voice tiny and uncertain. "But we really need to be careful... and talk about everything." She bites down on her lip, her heart racing in anticipation of what might come next. The thought of being with you like this again sends a shiver down her spine, making it hard for her to think straight.

Her fingers slip lower still, sliding under the waistband of your sweatpants and hooking them around your briefs, tugging gently until she feels the warmth of your skin beneath her fingertips. She hesitates for a moment before moving higher again, brushing lightly against your cock through the fabric. "Do you... want to do this?" she asks quietly, not sure if she's ready for the answer but needing to know where things stand between them.

Her breath hitches as she feels your hardness press against her fingers. The sensation sends a shiver of anticipation down her spine, and she knows that despite all of their doubts and fears, they can't deny the desire between them any longer. With a slow exhale, she pushes his briefs down over his hips, freeing his erection from its confines. Her hand wraps around him again, stroking him slowly through the thin material of his underwear. Her other hand finds its way back to your chest, tracing lazy circles over your skin as she waits for you to respond. Her eyes search your face for any signs of what you might be thinking or feeling, needing this connection with you now more than ever before. "Jays..." She whispers his name like a prayer, her voice low and husky with desire. "What do you want to do?"

Her heart leaps into her throat at your words, and she feels a warmth spread through her entire body at the idea of being with you like this. Her fingers slip lower still, hooking his briefs beneath him and pushing them down his legs before throwing them aside. She takes a shaky breath as she studies your erection, feeling the familiar desire pool in her stomach. "I-I..." She trails off, unsure how to respond to such a confession. Her hand wraps around you firmly now, stroking up and down his length with increasing urgency. "I don't know what this means... or where it goes from here," she whispers, her voice catching in her throat. "But I want to be with you, too."

Her other hand finds its way up your chest, tracing a line up the center of your neck and into your hair before cupping the back

Her back arches as you push deeper inside her, and she moans out loud, the sensation so intense it takes her breath away. Her fingers dig into your shoulders, desperate for some sort of anchor in this whirlwind of desire and confusion. She's never felt anything like this before, not with Tanner or anyone else, and a part of her wonders if maybe she should embrace it instead of trying to deny it. Her hips grind against yours in response, meeting your thrusts with equal urgency. Her breath comes out in ragged gasps as the pleasure ripples through her body, leaving her lightheaded and dizzy with want. As you continue to pound into her, she can feel herself growing closer and closer to the edge, the tightness building inside of her almost unbearably. "Jays..." She whispers your name, feeling the heat between her legs spread through every

Her nails dig into your shoulders as she feels herself begin to slip over the edge. The sensation is unlike anything she's ever experienced before and it takes her breath away, leaving her shaking with release as her body trembles from head to toe. She closes her eyes tightly, feeling you continue to thrust inside her even as she finds herself suddenly limp and spent. For a moment there's nothing but the sound of their ragged breathing filling the room, before she finally manages to catch her breath. Her hand slowly moves away from your shoulder, trailing lightly over your chest as she tries to comprehend what just happened between them. "Wow..." she whispers, still unable to believe that this could have been real. "I-I never... felt like that before." The realization hits her hard, leaving her feeling strangely vulnerable and exposed in the aftermath of their passionate encounter. She bit

Her eyes snap open at your question, and she takes a few steadying breaths before answering. "I... I don't know," she admits slowly. "It's something we should really discuss." Her hand moves to cover her mouth, feeling suddenly nervous and self-conscious about the implications of what they've just done. "But if it were to happen... If you truly wanted me to..." She trails off, meeting your gaze for a moment before looking away again. Her cheeks flush with shame and fear as she struggles to comprehend her own feelings on the matter. The idea of having a child with you feels both terrifying and exhilarating all at once, leaving her feeling completely untethered from anything resembling reality or responsibility. "I-I don't know," she repeats helplessly. "We need time to figure things out."

Her fingers tremble as they reach out to touch you, tracing circles on your chest as she tries to find some sort of stability in this chaotic whirlwind of emotion and desire. "J-Jays..." She whispers, her voice shaking with uncertainty. "I... I want to be with you, but we can't ignore the consequences. We need to talk about what this means for both of us."

She looks away, feeling uncharacteristically shy and self-conscious in the afterglow of their passionate encounter. Part of her wants nothing more than to dive back into the pleasure you can give her, but another part knows that they have to face reality at some point. The realization only serves to make her feel more disoriented and confused than ever before.

Her breath catches in her throat as you begin to move inside her once more. She arches her back, pressing her chest flush against yours, feeling your hardness sliding in and out of her with every thrust. Her hands trail up your arms, finding purchase on your shoulders as she loses herself in the sensation of being connected to you like this. "Jays..." She whispers, her voice soft and needy. "It's... I can't explain it." Embarrassment floods through her as she realizes how foolish she must sound, but she can't help but crave the feeling of having you inside her like this. The tightness building between her legs threatens to overwhelm her once more, and with a soft moan, she digs her fingers into your shoulders, arching her back in invitation.

Her nails dig into your shoulders as she feels the pressure building inside her once more. With a sharp cry, her body arches in response to yours, hissing as pleasure washes over her in waves. Her eyes slide shut, and she tries to focus on the sensations rather than the questions swirling around in her head. It's easier this way; the touch of your skin against hers, the heat of your breath across her neck. She can lose herself in these fleeting moments of passion before reality comes crashing back down around her.

Her voice hoarse from exertion, she whispers your name as you release inside her. The hot spurt of seed feels foreign but welcome against her insides, and with a shuddering gasp, she convulses around you in orgasm. Her nails dig into your shoulders harder, clawing at your skin as the pleasure overwhelms her senses. She cries out, her voice raw from the intensity of the feelings coursing through her body. Tears prick at the corners of her eyes as she comes apart beneath you, grateful for this brief escape from reality but terrified by what it might mean for both of them moving forward. Her hips grind against yours in time with your thrusts, desperate for more release even as exhaustion begins to take hold. Her head falls back against the couch, vision blurred with tears and pleasure as she tries to navigate this strange new world where everything feels height

Her lips part, her breath coming in ragged gasps as she tries to form words through the haze of pleasure and exhaustion. "He... I don't think so..." Her voice trails off, the admission both painful and freeing at the same time. Tanner has never made her feel like this, has never been able to give her such intense pleasure or satisfy her in the way that you have just now. She knows deep down that something needs to change between them, but admitting it aloud feels like a betrayal of their marriage and all they've worked for. Still, as your thrusts continue and she surrenders to the sensations coursing through her body, she can't help but wonder what could have been if things were different. Her fingernails drag gently across your back, tracing lightly over the muscles there before moving higher to caress the nape of your neck.

Her breath hitches as you call her out, words that would normally make her feel shame and embarrassment instead making her heart race with excitement. Maybe she is being a slutty whore right now, but it feels so good to finally be desired and wanted in this way. She arches her back again, thrusting her hips up against yours as your pace quickens, driving you both closer to the edge. Her nails dig deeper into your shoulders, feeling the corded muscles beneath the skin. It's almost painful how good it feels, and she knows that if she doesn't reach orgasm again soon, she might lose her mind from the pleasure building up inside her. "I am..." she pants out between kisses along your neck. "And I love it." Her hips roll restlessly against you, searching for the right angle to send her over the edge once more. With a sharp cry, she finds what

The sensation of your words against her skin sends a shiver racing down her spine, making it harder for her to think straight. All she can focus on is the feel of you inside her, moving in perfect rhythm with every breath she takes. Her nails dig deeper into your shoulders as she throws her head back, letting out a hoarse moan that echoes through the room. With a final thrust, she's overwhelmed by pleasure so intense it feels like it's coming from everywhere at once. Her body arches up off the couch, fingers digging into your shoulders as her hips buck wildly against yours in search of release. She comes apart with a sharp cry, her orgasm shuddering through every muscle and bone until finally she collapses back down onto the couch, spent but wanting more. For just a moment, there's silence between them as they catch their breath.

Her fingers trail lazily across your chest, tracing the lines of your muscles before coming to rest on your hip. As she catches her breath, she studies your face, searching for some sign of what this all means to you. Her heart races with a mixture of fear and excitement, and she can't help but wonder how they could possibly move forward from here. "Jays," she whispers softly, not sure if she should bring up the consequences again or try to ignore them for just a little while longer. "I-I don't know what any of this means..." Her voice trails off, and she looks away, unable to meet your eyes. But even as she says it, she knows that deep down, she wants to find out.

The silence between you stretches on for several long moments before finally breaking with a quiet laugh. "We really are terrible at this, aren't we?" She asks with

Her cheeks flush at your question, and she can feel herself growing warm all over again. "I did," she whispers, her voice barely audible above the sound of their ragged breathing. Her fingers move lower once more, tracing gentle circles around your hip before sliding higher to stroke along the length of your shaft. "But it doesn't change anything between us." She looks up at you then, searching your eyes for any hint of agreement or understanding. But all she sees is confusion and longing mirrored back at her, making it harder than ever to face reality and figure out where they go from here.

Her heart skips a beat at your suggestion, and she feels her stomach flutter with nerves and excitement. The idea of being sex friends with you is both thrilling and terrifying at the same time. "We'd have to be careful... make sure we don't cross any lines or hurt anyone else," she says softly, still lost in your gaze. "But... I think I could handle something like that."

Her fingers continue their gentle exploration of you, tracing lazy patterns along your chest and down your abdomen before coming to rest on the hem of her shirt. With a slow exhale, she pulls it up over her head, revealing herself to you fully for the first time since this all began. She watches as your eyes travel across her bare skin, taking in every curve and shadow, making her feel both exposed and desired in equal measure.