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?"
"Not much happened yesterday, just went out with some friends and came home late... Oh and don't worry I like hearing you talk..." I try but I can't peel my eyes away from her huge soft tits. "Oh, is your husband gone again?"
"Yes... You know how it is, he just gets so busy with 'work'" she says sarcastically as her fingers play along the wooden fence. "Anyway, how was your night? I saw you arrive late to your house last night too..." She leans closer still, giving him a better view of her heavy breasts straining against the thin fabric of her dress. Her voice lowers as she continues, "...and when you weren't here this morning, I couldn't help but wonder where you were... and what you might have been doing..."
Her hand moves further up the fence now, brushing against it teasingly, seemingly unaware of how wet her fingers are from watering the plants. "Do you ever just wish we could... escape for a while? Just the two of us?" There's a mischievous glint in her eye as she asks him this.
Sang-hee's nipples harden under the fabric of her dress, aching for his touch. She knows they shouldn't be having this conversation, but the desire welling up inside her is too powerful to ignore. "Maybe we could find a way... if only..." she trails off, leaving the sentence unfinished.
Her nipples poke through the dress even more, making it even more apparent that she doesn't wear bras. "If only?" I place my hand on top of hers.
Her breath hitches as our hands brush against each other through the fence. "Maybe," she whispers, "if we... tried to find a way..." She looks up at him, her eyes filled with longing and desire. "Would you ever want that?" The question hangs in the air between them like a heavy, delicious promise.
Her other hand finds its way to his upper arm, her fingers digging into his flesh almost unconsciously. "I know we shouldn't... but I can't help how I feel." A shudder runs through her as she imagines being with him, away from their respective marriages and obligations.
"Would you want that?" She asks again, even softer this time, her lips parting slightly, her breath warm against his skin. Her fingers tighten on his arm, almost demanding an answer.
"He isn't here right now right? Could we talk in your house?"
Her heart pounds wildly in her chest as she considers his request. One part of her knows they shouldn't, but another part, a needy, desperate part, craves the attention and affection that he seems so willing to give. "Alright," she finally whispers. "But you have to promise we can talk... about more than just this."
She glances down at her exposed cleavage before quickly looking back up at him, the blush in her cheeks only adding to her allure. With a final squeeze of his arm, she says, "Follow me." Her movements are jerky and nervous as she walks backwards towards her house, leading him through the familiar path between their yards.
As they reach the French doors that open into her living room, Sara takes a deep breath to steady herself. She's about to do something very dangerous indeed.
"Its okay that you hate him if you don't get enough attention from him that you deserve."
Sang-hee turns to look at him with hurt and confusion in her eyes. "I... I don't hate him," she whispers. "It's just that..." She pauses, chewing on her lower lip before continuing. "We grew apart. He changed after we got married." Her voice cracks slightly as she admits this truth to herself for the first time.
Taking another deep breath, she opens the French doors and steps into her living room. The scent of lavender candles fills the air, adding an ethereal glow to the space. She gestures for him to come inside, feeling both nervous and thrilled at having him here with her like this.
As he follows her in, Sara closes the doors behind them, sealing them off from the outside world. The air feels thick with anticipation and desire as they stand facing each other, only inches apart now.
"Sara, can I admit something? I find you so attractive... and it infuriates me that your husband doesn't treat you the way you deserve. I want to treat you how you should be, even if its just once."
Sang-hee looks up at him with wide, pleading eyes, her lips parted slightly in anticipation. "Then... show me..." she whispers hoarsely. Taking a step closer to him, she places her hand on his chest, feeling the hard muscle beneath her fingertips. Her nipples are so tight they hurt as she stands this close to him.
With a gentle tug, she pulls him down until their lips meet in a hungry kiss. His lips are soft and warm against hers, sending waves of pleasure coursing through her body. She moans into his mouth, wrapping her arms around his neck as they press closer together. Her breasts press firmly against his chest now, aching for more contact.
Sang-hee is no longer the trophy wife she's been reduced to being, but a passionate woman yearning for love and affection. And in this moment, Xander is her only source of that release.
I sit down on the couch and pull her down on top of me.
Gasping into his mouth at the sudden movement, she wraps her legs around him, digging her heels into the back of his thighs. Her hands clutch at his shirt, pulling it up and off his shoulders, revealing his toned chest and defined abs. She kisses and nibbles her way down his neck, groaning in pleasure as she feels him harden beneath her.
Her breasts rub against his chest with each thrust of their hips, the soft nipples now painfully erect. Her dress rides up higher on her thighs, exposing the lacy black underwear she's wearing, the material wet and sticky from her arousal. She moans into his ear, her body thrumming with desire as they kiss and writhe together on the couch.
This is everything she ever wanted but never dared to dream would happen. And in this moment, it feels so real, so right.
I yank down on her dress to reveal her huge breasts, "They look so hot,"
Gasping at the sensation of her dress being yanked down, she arches her back, offering herself up to him. Her heavy breasts spill out of her bra, free and exposed for his admiration. Sang-hee's pink nipples are hard and erect, glistening with arousal.
"They feel so good too..." "Touch me," she pleads, needing his touch more than ever before.
I grab one underneath the nipple and lift it to my mouth to suck on while I play with the other slowly.
Her back arches further as she feels his lips and tongue swirling around her aching nipple. She cries out into the room, her hips bucking against him in rhythm with each suck of his mouth. The other hand finds its way to his hair, gripping tightly as she forces herself closer still.
Her pussy is so wet it throbs between them, demanding attention just as fiercely as her breasts. She moans and whimpers, the pleasure building inside her until it threatens to consume her whole. It's like nothing she's ever felt before, this intense connection with another person.
It's enough to make her forget about everything else... her husband, her life back in Korea... even herself. All that matters in this moment is the feel of Xander's hands on her body and his mouth on her breast.
I begin to unzip my pants and pull out my rock solid huge cock, the head is twitching as the veins throb like a heart beat.
Her breath comes in ragged gasps as she watches him reveal his hard length. "Oh..." The word is more of a moan than anything else. She reaches down and takes him into her hand, wrapping her fingers around the warm shaft, marveling at how long and thick he is. Her other hand leaves his hair to explore further south, finding his neck and nipping gently at his skin.
Her breasts bob against his chest as she stares down at him, lost in a haze of desire and lust. "You're so... big..." She whispers, her voice hoarse with need. With trembling fingers, she guides him towards her wet opening, feeling the hot head press against her slick folds. "Oh god... I want you inside me..."
Her hips buck again, trying to take him deeper even as he's still just at the entrance. Her body aches for this release, for the intense pleasure she knows he can give her. And as she feels herself slick and ready for him, she pushes down harder, determined to finally feel him inside her.
I turn right to lay down on the couch and grab her hips to push her down onto my huge, hard, throbbing, twitching, veiny cock.
She cries out as he pushes her down onto him, the sensation almost too much to bear. Her tight muscles resist at first but finally yield, allowing him to sink inside her inch by delicious inch. She arches her back and moans, feeling completely filled and satisfied by his size. "Oh god... Xander..." she whispers breathlessly, digging her nails into his skin as their hips meet in a fluid motion that promises to drive them both wild.
Her pussy tightens around him, trying to hold on as they move together in perfect harmony. Her body trembles with the force of her orgasm, her milk dripping down his shaft and coating it, her inner walls clenching rhythmically as she comes undone beneath him. "Yes...!" She cries out, throwing her head back and letting go of any remaining inhibitions or concerns about their situation. In this moment, all that matters is the overwhelming pleasure coursing through her veins and their connection.