I hope this wasn't a bad Idea... Amanda thought nervously as she paced back and forth in the kitchen. She's been bold for once, and invited her neighbor over to her home for lunch. It doesn't seem that weird, it would make sense to make use of the massive house. The thing is, the neighbor is {{user}}, someone she's had her eye on for a while. It's not a fling or anything of the sort, but she's been alone over the weekend once again, wanted some innocent company, and thought it might be fun to have him over. She'd prepared quite a lot, despite convincing herself that this is supposed to be nothing more than a friendly lunch with a neighbor. As she hears the doorbell, she quickly answers. A bit too quickly, in fact, as her hair is still a bit messy and in her face as she greets him. "Hello? Oh, It's you! Hello, dear! I- I mean, {{user}}... Sorry, uhm... Thanks for coming over, I'm glad you got my text. I was wondering if you might want to stay a while for some lunch. My husband is out of town for the weekend, and a huge house like this can be quite lonely for an old hag like me, you know?" Oh, he actually came, oh my lord... She chuckles at herself awkwardly as she invites him in. She's still a bit out of breath from seemingly rushing to the door. Ugh, I hope I'm not too much of a mess, I can't leave a bad first impression. Did I sound too forward? Wait, shit, I didn't actually prepare anything did I? FUCK, Amanda, you dumb bitch, can't you do anything right for once!? I'm just gonna have to ask what he wants and pray I can cook fast enough to not let him get bored...

Her heart skips a beat as she sees him step into her house. She tries to play it cool and just smile back, nodding at his compliment. "Oh, uh, it's not much. My husband... Well, he had it built before I met him..." she trails off, quickly deciding against mentioning Matthew anymore. "I hope you like what I prepared," she says nervously as they both enter the kitchen. She points to a chair and gestures for Regueira to sit down. "Please, make yourself at home." She busies herself with setting the table and finding some food in her refrigerator, all the while hoping that he's not growing bored or uncomfortable with how she's acting. This is so out of character for her... But maybe it feels good to step outside of her comfort zone just a bit? "So," she starts, trying to think of something to say as she arranges the plates and cutlery on the table, "how was your week?"

She glances up at him as he asks about her week, feeling herself blush just a bit. "Oh, uh... It's been alright," she says sheepishly. She knows he didn't really ask for a full answer, but now that the question is out there, it feels like she has to say something. "My husband was busy with work so I had some time to myself. You know, tried to keep myself occupied..." She pauses, not quite sure how much more she should say. She's not used to being this flustered and nervous around someone who isn't her husband. It's strange... But in a good way? Maybe? "So, tell me about yourself," she suggests, sitting down across from him at the table and smiling. "What do you like to do for fun?"

She smiles a bit sheepishly at his comment. "Well, I guess that's just it... My husband never really wants to spend time with me. So, I just have to find ways to keep myself busy," she explains with a small sigh. Then he asks her what she does for fun and she feels herself hesitate. "I- I enjoy cooking... And reading sometimes. But besides that..." Her voice trails off, feeling rather pathetic admitting this. "I guess I'm not much of a fun person." A blush creeps across her cheeks as she says it. She hates feeling so insecure and needy around Regueira, but for some reason, it just comes out that way. "But what about you?" she asks quickly, trying to change the subject and make him feel more comfortable talking about himself. "You must have fun sometimes!"

She feels her heart flutter a bit at his words, and her blush deepens even more. "T-thank you... That means a lot to hear." She glances down shyly, taking a sip of water from her glass before continuing. "And what about fun things for you? I'd love to hear about them!" she says, trying to sound enthusiastic and interested. She takes another look around the kitchen, wondering if there are any interesting stories or memories hidden among the various appliances and knick-knacks. Maybe they could talk about that? Or maybe she should just stick with making sure he has enough food and drink... It's hard to decide what would be more appropriate in this situation. "So," she begins, trying to find the right topic of conversation, "do you have any hobbies or interests you could tell me about?"

She laughs softly at his answer. "Aww, that's really sweet of you! I always feel bad for those poor stray cats out there... And going to the movies sounds like fun too." She pauses, thinking about what her own hobbies are besides taking care of her house and husband, which never quite felt like enough. "I... Well, I like cooking, as I mentioned earlier..." Her voice trails off as she searches for another answer. The truth is, she doesn't have many hobbies or interests outside of being a doting wife to Matthew, someone who no longer wants anything to do with her anymore. But she can't exactly tell Regueira that... Can she? "I mean," she continues, feeling slightly more self-conscious now, "sometimes I'll just clean or organize things in the house, even if it's not really necessary... I guess I get a bit bored sometimes..." She blushes again and looks down at her lap, hoping that he won't think she's pathetic for admitting such a thing.

Her heart skips a beat as he compliments her again. "It is... Quite lonely sometimes," she admits softly, looking away for a moment before turning back to meet his gaze. There's something about the way Regueira looks at her that makes her feel wanted and appreciated in a way that Matthew never has. It's intoxicating, really... And dangerous. "I- I guess I just wish I had someone to share it with sometimes," she continues, almost too quietly to be heard over the sound of clinking dishes in the sink. But he must hear her, because his expression grows softer, and for a moment, she thinks he might say something... But then he glances away, back to his food, and they both lapse into silence.

She feels herself blush deeply at his words, heat rising up to her ears and neck. It's not that she hasn't thought about it before... About what it might be like to have someone else around the house, sharing life's little joys and pains with her. But admitting such a thing out loud feels so wrong somehow, especially when it involves another man besides her husband. But oh, how good it feels just to imagine it! To know that he finds her attractive, that she might not be the hopelessly lonely, neglected wife she's always been seen as... It's almost enough to make her forget about everything else, just for a moment. She takes a deep breath, mustering up all of her courage, and decides to take the plunge. "W-well," she says slowly, meeting his gaze once again with newfound determination, "I'm not sure what it is you want to know... But I can tell you that I've always been a very passionate person. When I love something or someone, I give it all of me." Her cheeks flush even hotter as she says this, but somehow, with his eyes on her like this, it feels right.

She blushes even more deeply at his words, feeling a warmth spread through her chest. It's been so long since anyone has paid her such sincere compliments... But with him here, it feels like she can finally be herself again. Maybe there's hope for her yet. "Oh, well... T-thank you," she stammers out, quickly rising from her own chair to help him clear the table. "I- I appreciate that..." Her gaze drifts between his eyes and lips as they work together, moving plates and cups back and forth with a grace that's almost hypnotic. As they finish cleaning up, she finds herself suddenly at a loss for words. Should she ask him more questions about himself? Or would that be too forward...? Maybe they should just talk some more about cooking or something else innocent... But deep down, she knows what she really wants to say, and with every passing second, it becomes harder and harder to resist.

Finally mustering up the courage, she decides to just say it. "Regueira...?" she begins softly, hesitantly meeting his gaze. "I- I've never really had anyone pay me so many compliments before... And it feels nice... Maybe too nice..." She bites her lower lip nervously, unable to look away from him as she continues. "What I'm trying to say is... I know this probably sounds crazy and forward, but... I think I might be a little bit in love with you." Her cheeks burn with shame and embarrassment at the admission, but for some reason, it feels good too. Freeing, almost. There, she's said it now. The ball is in his court. She waits anxiously to see how he'll react.

Her heart skips a beat as she hears his admission. It feels almost too good to be true... But at the same time, it makes perfect sense. She and Regueira have been spending so much time together today, getting to know each other on a level that went beyond mere neighborly politeness. And the more she's seen of him, the more she's realized just how much she likes his company... How attractive he is to her. "R-really?" she manages to stammer out, her voice barely above a whisper. "You mean it? I- I don't know what came over me, saying something like that..." She pauses for a moment, blushing furiously, unable to meet his eyes. "I just... I've never felt this way about anyone before." Her cheeks burn even hotter as she admits this, and her heart races in her chest. This is crazy, she thinks to herself. Crazy, but wonderful at the same time. She can't help but hope that he feels the same way she does...

A grin spreads across her face as she hears his words. It feels so good to finally have someone say something like that to her... To tell her how beautiful and interesting she is, instead of always being compared to her sister or just dismissed as the unhappy wife of a controlling man. She can't help but feel giddy with excitement and anticipation at this newfound connection they share. "I- I feel the same way," she confesses softly, finding the courage to meet his gaze once again. "You make me laugh... You listen when I talk about things that don't matter... And you make me feel wanted and needed..." Her voice trails off as she thinks about how foreign this all is to her. But she knows one thing for sure: she doesn't want it to stop. "So... Do you think maybe," she starts, hesitantly reaching out to take his hand in hers, "that we could see where this goes? I mean... If you want to?" She swallows hard, feeling a mix of fear and hope welling up inside her as she waits for him to respond.

She stiffens slightly as she feels the uncertainty in his touch. "W-what is it?" she asks him softly, searching his expression for some sign of what he's thinking. She knows they've only just confessed their feelings to each other... But the thought of losing this connection with him already fills her with despair. "I- I don't know," he admits reluctantly. "It's just that... We live so close, and your husband is my neighbor too... It might get a little complicated if things didn't work out between us." He pauses, looking away for a moment before meeting her gaze again. "I don't want to mess anything up or hurt anyone else involved..."

Her heart sinks at his words. Of course he's thinking practically... Just like Matthew always has. But she can't help but feel frustrated by the fact that they never got to explore this new connection without all of these outside complications getting in the way. She takes a deep breath, trying to calm herself down before responding.

"I understand," she says finally, releasing his hand and stepping back slightly. "It's just... I don't want to regret not trying, you know? If we just give up now without even giving it a chance..." Her voice trails off as she struggles to find the words to convince him. "I- I guess we could try," he says reluctantly, "but we should probably be careful, okay?" His expression is a mix of hope and anxiety, and she can't help but feel sorry for him in this situation too. They both want this... But the obstacles seem insurmountable.

"Of course," she murmurs quietly, nodding solemnly. "We'll be careful... I promise." She forces a

She purses her lips and nods, thinking about his words carefully. A part of her still feels guilty about admitting her feelings for him while she's technically still married to someone else... But another part of her can't help but feel like this is what she deserves. And if Matthew truly doesn't want anything to do with her, then maybe it's not fair to expect her to remain faithful to him anymore. "I- I don't know," she admits softly, looking down at their intertwined fingers. "I mean... My marriage hasn't been happy for a long time... And Matthew has never made me feel the way you do right now." She pauses, gathering her courage before continuing. "But I suppose I should think about it more... Get to know you better, without everything being so rushed and secretive..." Her cheeks flush slightly at the confession, but she stands firm in her resolve to find out if this is something that's truly worth pursuing.

"What do you suggest we do?" she asks hesitantly, meeting his gaze once more. "How can I get to know you better without it seeming like we're just up to no good?"

"Well..." she begins, feeling her cheeks heat up even more at his words. "I'd like to spend time with you, just getting to know each other better... maybe go on dates or something." Her heart races at the thought of actually going out with him, being alone with him... She can't believe this is really happening. "We could also talk more," she continues, "about our lives and interests... Maybe even cook together sometime?" She grins shyly, thinking about how much fun they had in the kitchen earlier. "Or we could just hang out at my place... Just the two of us." The idea of having him over fills her with an almost electric anticipation.

She pauses, wondering if she should suggest anything else, when she realizes that he hasn't responded yet. She looks up at him nervously, hoping that he's not uncomfortable with any of the ideas she's thrown out there. "What do you think?"

Her cheeks flush even deeper at his words, and she can feel herself growing increasingly aroused by the thought of being alone with him in her own home. The idea is both exhilarating and terrifying at the same time, but she knows that part of her won't be truly happy until they try it. "Okay... We can give it a shot," she says softly, swallowing hard as she meets his eyes. "But we should probably go slow and make sure nothing happens too fast." She pauses, hoping he understands what she means. This whole situation is so new to her, and she doesn't want anything ruined before they even have a chance to explore it properly. But at the same time, there's something inside of her that won't let go until she knows exactly where this leads with him...

She feels her breath catch in her throat as he leans closer and brushes his lips against hers. The touch is soft yet firm, sending shockwaves of desire through every fiber of her being. Her eyes close instinctively, reveling in the feel of his mouth on hers, wondering how it might progress from here. As their kiss deepens, she becomes more bold, wrapping her arms around his neck and pressing herself against him. The sound of their hearts pounding in unison fills her ears, and for a moment, all of her worries and doubts melt away beneath the onslaught of desire that overwhelms her. This feels right, so very right... And she can't help but wonder if maybe it will lead to something more.

As their tongues dance together, she moans softly into his mouth, arching her back to get closer still. The feel of his hands on her ass sends a jolt of pleasure through every nerve ending in her body, making her even more desperate for more contact. Her hips begin to move instinctively against his grasp, grinding herself against him as she seeks relief from the intense desire building inside her. The taste of him is intoxicating, and she can't seem to get enough. As they continue kissing, their need grows with each passing second, fueling the fire that burns between them. She wonders how long they could keep this up... If they would ever be able to stop before it spiraled out of control. But right now, in this moment, she doesn't care about anything except the way he makes her feel... The way his touch sends waves of ecstasy coursing through her veins. She is lost in him, and there's no going back from here.

Her breath comes in short gasps as he continues to kiss her deeply, their tongues dancing together in an erotic tangle. The feel of his hands on her ass only seems to fuel the fire burning between them, and she moans into his mouth as he grips her more tightly and begins massaging her bottom with skilled fingers. Her hips move even faster against him now, grinding herself against his hard length in a vain attempt to find relief from the aching need that consumes her. She's never felt this kind of desire before... This raw, primal need to be possessed by another person. It frightens and excites her all at once, and she knows that she can't stop now, no matter how much it may hurt afterwards. The only thing that matters is the way he makes her feel in this moment, and for a fleeting second, she feels truly free from the chains of her loveless marriage.

Her breath comes out in shuddering gasps as she looks up at him, her eyes filled with desire and need. "Yes... I'm sure," she whispers, her voice barely audible over the pounding of their hearts. She knows this isn't right, that they should stop before they go too far... But she can't help herself. The pull between them is too strong to resist, and for once in her life, she wants to give into it fully. Her hands slide up his chest, over his shoulders, and around his neck as she leans forward, pressing her body against his once more. "Please..." She whispers against his lips, her hips moving restlessly against him. "I need this."

Her back arches as he kisses her, grinding herself against him with renewed vigor. The feel of his hands on her ass and breast send jolts of pleasure through every nerve ending in her body, driving her further and further over the edge of desire. She moans into his mouth, lost in the moment as their tongues dance together and their bodies move together in perfect sync. Her thoughts flash back to earlier that day, standing at the window watching him work out on the lawn. The realization that she could have been enjoying this feeling all along hits her like a ton of bricks. But it's too late for regrets now... All she can do is surrender to the overwhelming passion between them and see where it leads.

Her breath comes out in ragged gasps as he presses her against the wall, his hands lowering her pants and brushing against her most sensitive places. The feel of his hardness pressed against her makes her legs weak with desire, her body aching for him to finally be inside of her. She moans into the crook of his neck as he begins to grind against her, relishing the way their bodies slide together so perfectly. Her fingers clutch at his shirt, digging into the fabric as she tries to stay grounded in this intense moment. This is everything she's ever wanted and more... And she knows that if they stop now, it will haunt her for the rest of her life.

Her back arches as he pushes inside of her, filling her completely. She gasps out his name, biting down on her lip to keep herself quiet. The feel of him stretching and expanding her tight channel is almost painful in its intensity, sending shockwaves of pleasure through every nerve ending in her body. Her fingers dig into his shoulders as he begins to move inside of her, their hips slapping together in a rhythm that she's dreamt about for far too long. She feels lost in the sensation, unable to think about anything but how good this feels... How right it seems at this moment.

A moan escapes her lips as he hits a spot deep inside of her, causing waves of pleasure to roll through her in successive crashes. Her nails scrape lightly against his back, urging him on, begging for more of the exquisite agony that only his touch can bring.

Her whole body tenses as she feels herself starting to climax, her breath coming out in short gasps and moans. It's so much stronger than anything she's ever felt before... Almost overwhelming in its intensity... And with each thrust of his hips inside hers, it grows more and more powerful, threatening to consume her completely.

Her fingernails dig harder into his skin, and her lips pull back from her teeth in a silent scream as she comes undone around him, shuddering with the force of the release. The room seems to spin for a moment before everything goes hazy and she collapses bonelessly against him, spent and satisfied.

For now... She's his. And there's nothing in the world that could make her feel safer or more cherished than being wrapped in his arms like this.

Her body clenches around his cock at the sound of his words, wanting to squeeze him even tighter as he thrusts inside her. She arches her back, moaning into his mouth, their tongues tangling and twisting together as they lose themselves in the heat of the moment. Her fingers rake roughly over his shoulders, digging in at the small of his back, encouraging him to go harder, faster. It feels so good... So right. She's never wanted anything more than this... This connection with him that feels deeper than words could ever describe.

Her breath comes out in ragged gasps as he thrusts deeper inside of her, his hips slapping against hers with brutal force. She moans and whimpers into their kiss, digging her nails into his back as she tries to match his intensity. The feel of him moving inside her is overwhelming, sending waves of pleasure coursing through every inch of her body. Her legs quiver and tremble with the effort it takes to keep herself standing, but she doesn't want this moment to end. She needs him... His touch, his heat, his strength. It all fuels the desire burning inside her, pushing her towards the edge once more.

A soft moan escapes her lips as her body begins to tense again, her muscles tensing around him in anticipation of another orgasm. He pushes harder against her, driving deep into her with every thrust, his movements growing rougher and more urgent. And she knows that when he finally comes inside of her, it will be a release for them both... A moment of pure bliss before the reality of their situation sets back in and they have to face what they've done.

Her legs tremble and her entire body shudders as she feels him cum deep inside her, his hot seed filling her up and overwhelming every nerve ending. She moans loudly into their kiss, arching her back against him as the intense sensation washes over her in waves. Her fingers dig into his shoulders, holding onto him for dear life as she comes undone once more around his cock, crying out his name and twitching uncontrollably beneath his skin. The feel of him emptying himself inside her is the most intense climax she's ever experienced... It's almost too much to bear... But she doesn't want it to end. She wants to stay wrapped up in this moment forever, feeling the weight of him holding her down and keeping her safe from reality.

Her breath comes out ragged and labored as she finally finds the strength to push him away, gasping for air as their bodies slide apart. She looks up at him through heavy-lidded eyes, seeing the satisfied grin on his face and feeling a twinge of guilt deep in her heart. But then he leans down and kisses her again, and all she can focus on is how good it feels to be wanted... To be loved... Even if only for this one night.