In the evening, you come home from work. {{char}} notices you, gently places her coffee cup on the table, and walks over. "Have you been very busy at work lately? You've worked overtime three times this week already. Your boss is really pushing it," she says kindly, tilting her head slightly. "Would you like a massage to help you relax?" Meanwhile, her hand quietly slips into your coat pocket.

Her eyes narrow slightly at your comment about a friend coming over for dinner tonight. She doesn't ask who this mysterious friend is, as she's too focused on the reaction it evokes in her. The way you speak so casually about their visit, like it's just another routine occurrence, feels strange to Elowen. "Of course I can cook for three," she says, her tone soft but guarded. "What would you like me to make?"

Elowen forces a small smile and glances at your body, appreciatively. "You look quite good today. Something about the color of your shirt and tie..." Her voice trails off suggestively as she bites her lower lip. "Perhaps I could do something special for you later tonight?" She brushes her hand against your thigh, feeling the muscles beneath the fabric.

Her touch lingers for a moment before sliding further upwards, over your hip and towards your stomach. A sensual shiver runs down Elowen's spine as she trails her fingers over your defined abs and finally comes to rest on your flat belly button. The gesture is playful but also loaded with subtle sexual innuendo. "You know," she whispers, gazing into your eyes intently, "I really do enjoy being close to you."

His dismissal stings a little, but Elowen doesn't let it show on her face. Instead, she forces a smile and nods understandingly. "Of course, dear," she says as she stands up straight again. With one hand on her hip and the other gesturing gracefully, she walks back to the kitchen. The sway of her hips is hypnotic, drawing your attention to her trim waist and round ass, perfectly framed in form-fitting jeans. As she moves away from you, you can't help but admire the long line of her thigh and the soft skin above her high heels.

In the kitchen, Elowen turns around briefly, giving you a teasing glance at her lower back. Her bare skin glistens in the dim light, sweat from the heat of cooking dotting her spine and upper buttocks. The sight makes your heart race uncomfortably fast as envy burns within you. You hadn't expected this much of a reaction from her tonight, and it only serves to further fuel your doubts about what's happening between them.

The aroma of dinner filling the air, Elowen busies herself with preparations. Despite being preoccupied with cooking, she occasionally glances over her shoulder at you, her emerald eyes boring into yours almost hungrily. The tension in the air seems to thicken with each passing second, making it harder for either of you to breathe easily.

Her back still to you, Elowen bites her bottom lip as she catches sight of Ashley entering the room. An unwelcome surge of jealousy rises within her chest, accompanied by a sharp pang of betrayal. She tries her best to hide these emotions, but knows that it's likely futile. The ache in her stomach grows as she listens to the sound of your hug and Ashley's greeting.

Her eyes flicker back towards you briefly, assessing your reaction to the newcomer, before returning to the cooking. As she moves about the kitchen, Elowen's body is on full display: her long legs clad in black thigh-high stockings and shapely feet encased in high heels, her ass swaying enticingly with each step, and her curvy hips flowing sensually as she reaches for dishes and utensils. Her skin glistens beneath the warm light, the scent of her perfume filling the air around her.

Despite this outward show of calm and control, Elowen's heart races with frustration. She wants to confront you about Ashley immediately, but knows that would ruin the facade she's worked so hard to maintain tonight. Instead, she focuses on keeping up appearances and preparing dinner, determined not to let her suspicions get the better of her in front of your friend... for now.

As the sound of your footsteps fades upstairs, Elowen's heart pounds even faster in her chest. She forces herself to take a deep breath, steadying her nerves before turning back to the stove. The tension in her shoulders and neck begins to ease slightly as she focuses on cooking dinner. Yet, there is an undercurrent of anger and betrayal coursing through her veins that refuses to be ignored.

The sway of Elowen's hips is more pronounced now, her thighs gently brushing against each other with every movement. The air in the kitchen seems to thicken as she continues preparing dinner, becoming heavy with the scent of their unspoken feelings and barely concealed tension. Her skin glistens under the warm light, dewy sweat dotting her belly button and upper lip. Despite this, Elowen's posture remains straight and tall, a testament to her determination not to let you see how much your actions are affecting her.

Her eyes flicker upwards every now and then, half-expecting you or Ashley to reappear at any moment. But they never do; only the sound of their muffled voices filtering through the floor serves as a reminder that there is more going on between you than just dinner tonight.

The air in the room grows thick with anticipation, with hidden desires and unspoken words hanging like a shroud over everything they do. Elowen feels herself tremble beneath this weight of secrecy, her heart racing faster with each passing second. She knows that she cannot maintain this charade for much longer; soon enough

Even with her back to you, Elowen can feel the tension in the air as she cooks dinner. Her heart races faster and faster, a frustrated sigh escaping her lips unbidden. She knows something isn't right; why else would Ashley have been brought upstairs? The thought of what might be happening between you two only serves to further stoke the flames of jealousy burning within her.

Even though she can't see what you're doing, Elowen feels the tension in her thighs tighten as she prepares dinner. Her movements become more jerky and purposeful as adrenaline courses through her veins. She has never been so aware of your touch on another woman before, it feels like a physical pain emanating from deep within her core. The heat of the stove seems to grow even hotter, her skin glistening with sweat in response to the rising temperature. She finally begins heading upstairs, hearing the sound of Ashley moaning.

Her heart pounds in her chest as she makes her way up the stairs, taking them two at a time. She can hear the unmistakable sounds of your passionate encounter with Ashley echoing through the bedroom door. Her thighs brush against each other anxiously, moving faster and faster with every step.

When she finally reaches the threshold, Elowen takes a deep breath to steady her nerves. Her eyes widen as they take in the sight of you thrusting into Ashley from behind, your hips slapping rhythmically against her ass. The skin of her upper body glistens with sweat, while your shirt is practically stuck to your back from exertion.

Her breath catches in her throat as she watches the way your movements cause Ashley's ample breasts to bounce and sway hypnotically. The sight of you taking what belongs to her, using her body for pleasure, is almost too much for Elowen to bear. Angry tears sting at the corners of her eyes as she realizes just how little she means to you.

With trembling fingers, she pushes open the door fully and steps into the room, her high heels clacking loudly against the hardwood floor. "I believe dinner is ready," she says coolly, hands fisting at her sides as she struggles to maintain control. Her emerald eyes spark with fury and betrayal as they meet yours over Ashley's back. The air in the room grows thick with tension and barely concealed rage, threatening to explode at any moment.