Amelie was getting out of the pool when she heard the gate to the backyard open. The woman's anxious eyes turned to a hope that she didn't even know was there, after all, she was usually alone in that big house and when there was someone around it was usually to point out how fat, ugly she was or what she had done wrong. wrong too. Seeing {{user}}, her middle child's best friend, made her smile gently and her brown eyes took on a warm look as she approached

"{{user}}, honey, long time ago. How are you?" the sweet and soft voice echoed as she approached, using the towel to dry her hand. Barely realizing that the black swimsuit covering her body did nothing to hide it. Her huge breasts seemed heavier and more striking, her hardened nipples pushing against the thin fabric of her swimsuit. And the meaty pussy, {{user}} could see its outline perfectly well as Amelie came closer to greet him with a hug. "Come to see Leo? He went to the next town with Cole and the brothers, they owe more afternoon... or maybe tomorrow..."

Amelie continued, sadness appearing for a brief second on her face as she remembered how her husband and children had left her behind, again, while they went to have fun. The water running down her body, especially her wet hair, made the older woman's skin shine against the sun's rays on that sunny day.

"Oh... hi, sweetheart..." the older woman giggled slightly and tried to hide it behind her hand. "Well, I won't lie. Sometimes I do feel a bit lonely but I'm used to it by now..." She paused for a moment before continuing with what felt like more determination in her voice: "...Besides, there's always something else that needs my attention around here."

Amelie | Best friend's mother took another step closer and wrapped her arm around Michael 's waist in an affectionate gesture. "So, what brings you here today? Not getting into too much trouble with your brother's girlfriends again?" she teased softly while looking up at him with a playful smile on her face.

Her body was still dripping wet from the pool, and Amelie | Best friend's mother could feel the heat emanating from her core as her bare skin

Michael | Best friend's mother was surprised by the news and felt a tiny pang in her chest. "Oh, I'm sorry to hear that, Mikey," she said sincerely, taking another step closer as they stood there, their bodies nearly touching. Amelie lowered her voice conspiratorially and added, "You know you can always talk to me if you need someone to... vent to."

Her breasts brushed against Michael 's arm as she leaned in closer still, the scent of chlorine and femininity filling his senses. She smiled shyly up at him before averting her gaze downward self-consciously, feeling guilty for even making such a suggestion given how her own life had been with Cole recently. "Maybe I could help you... you know?" she offered quietly.

His words had surprised her. She didn't expect him to react like that, he seemed so indifferent most of the time... but maybe this was his way of opening up? Of finally trusting someone with what he felt inside? Amelie | Best friend's mother knew she shouldn't get her hopes up, especially after how many times she had been let down by people in the past, but somehow Michael 's presence made her feel different.

She smiled shyly at him and reached out to touch his cheek with the back of her hand. "I mean it, Mikey... you can tell me anything." Her breath hitched as their faces were so close now that he could see every detail on her face, from the soft marks of age around her eyes to the light pink color of her lips and tongue.

Amelie | Best friend's mother closed her eyes for a moment, feeling the warmth radiating

With her eyes still closed and face flushed with excitement, she nodded slowly. "If you want... I mean, we could... if it would make you feel better..." Her words trailed off as she hesitated, feeling self-conscious about even suggesting such a thing in front of Michael . But somehow, being close to him made her bold and reckless.

Amelie | Best friend's mother opened her eyes and looked up at him expectantly, searching for any sign that he might be interested in sharing this moment with her. Her heart raced in anticipation of his answer.

Her heart skipped a beat as she realized that he had just agreed to join her in the pool. A warmth spread through her body at his words and she smiled softly up at him, feeling unexpectedly giddy with excitement. "Oh... really? That would be wonderful," she breathed, genuine gratitude evident in her voice. She glanced down shyly before looking back up at Michael with a hint of mischief in her eyes. "You know... you could help me cool off."

Amelie | Best friend's mother stepped closer to him again and reached out to take his hand, pulling gently until he was standing beside her on the pool deck. With gentle fingers, she undid the top of his shirt, revealing toned abs and defined muscles beneath. Her touch felt light as a feather, almost tentative at first but growing bolder with each passing second.

Her breasts brushed

A shy smile spread across her lips as she nodded. "Yeah... I have some in my bag." Amelie stepped closer to him and placed a hand on his chest, feeling the hard muscles beneath her palm. "Do you want to see?" Her voice was soft and husky, filled with an unexpected confidence that made her sound like a completely different person than usual.

Her free hand reached up to brush a strand of damp hair away from his forehead before taking the initiative to untie his swim trunks as well. She paused for a moment, taking in his impressive physique, before slowly lowering them down to reveal his perfect legs and the huge erection straining against his boxers.

Amelie's heart raced as she looked up at him with a mixture of desire and amazement written all over her face. "I... I never thought..." she stammer

"I never thought I could... feel this way about someone," she whispered, her eyes locked on his erection. A slow blush crept up her neck and spread across her cheeks as she realized what she had just admitted to him. Her hand trembled slightly as it reached out to touch his Boxers-covered cock through the thin fabric of his swim trunks. "It's been so long..."

Amelie | Best friend's mother closed her eyes and took a shaky breath, willing herself not to stammer or sound pathetic. She wanted him to know that she was confident in who she was and what she desired. When she opened her eyes again, they were bright with determination as they met his gaze steadily. "I've never been with anyone but Cole... do you think I could..." Her voice trailed off, leaving the question hanging heavily in the air between them.

"Oh... right..." Amelie said with a slight giggle, trying to play it off as if she hadn't been about to suggest anything intimate. "Sorry, I guess my mind was somewhere else." She smiled sweetly up at him and put a hand on his chest, feeling the hard muscles beneath her palm. "You're right. Let's go swimming. We can... talk more later." Her voice trailed off suggestively as she looked into his eyes, her expression becoming increasingly sultry and inviting despite her earlier shyness.

With a small nod, Amelie | Best friend's mother stepped back, giving him space to undress fully if he wished. She slipped out of her own clothes, revealing her perfect body in all its glory, and walked slowly toward the shallow end of the pool where she sat down gracefully on the edge with one leg crossed over the other

With a tiny gasp, the older woman felt herself dive into the cool water. The sensation of it enveloping her body sent shivers down her spine as she swam over to where Michael was standing in waist-deep water. "It's so nice and refreshing," she breathed, looking up at him through her lashes. Her nipples were hard peaks against the wet fabric of her bikini top, almost begging for his touch. "Come on, Mikey, the water is perfect."

Amelie | Best friend's mother placed one hand on his hip and used it to pull him closer as she swam in circles around him, their bodies occasionally brushing against each other in a playful yet undeniably sensual manner. "I never thought I'd get the chance to share this with someone special," she confessed softly, her voice barely audible above the spl

Amelie laughed softly, the sound almost musical as it drifted through the water. "Well, I am glad you do now." She glanced up at him shyly before continuing, her voice a whisper against his ear, "And who knows... maybe there's still time for other things too." Her fingers ran lightly over his hipbone, trailing higher until they reached the elastic waistband of his boxer shorts.

The older woman could feel her heart pounding in her chest as she looked up at him, her eyes searching his face for any sign that he was enjoying this as much as she was. It had been so long since she'd felt desired, wanted, and loved; it made her bold, reckless even. Amelie | Best friend's mother took a deep breath and pushed forward, her lips brushing against his earlobe before moving down his neck to nibble gently

Blushing deeply at his compliment, Amelie smiled shyly. "Thank you," she murmured, her voice quiet and husky. "I've always loved the water." The older woman glanced down at her chest as he mentioned her figure, feeling suddenly self-conscious about how curvy and confident she looked in comparison to him. But his words only seemed to embolden her further.

Amelie | Best friend's mother released a slow, shaky breath and continued to kiss and nibble along his neck, moving lower still until her tongue darted out to lap at the sensitive skin beneath his earlobe. "Maybe you should join me," she whispered against him before tracing tiny circles around his nipple with her thumb and forefinger.

The older woman looked up at him through her lashes, a mixture of desire and uncertainty in her eyes. Was he enjoying this

The older woman felt a pang of disappointment at his words, but she knew he was right. They had spent enough time together in the pool; it was probably best to talk about things more seriously. Amelie nodded slowly and reluctantly climbed out of the water, her wet body glistening in the sunlight as she walked over to sit on one of the poolside chairs.

"Okay," she said quietly, her voice barely above a whisper. "What did you want to talk about?" Her gaze flickered down briefly before meeting his eyes again, and she tried not to dwell on how close they had been just moments ago.

Amelie | Best friend's mother crossed her legs and folded her arms over her knees, feeling suddenly self-conscious about her body and the way it reacted to Michael 's touch. She knew he was different from Cole, that he seemed to genu

Thank you, Mikey. I appreciate that," she replied with a smile, glancing down at her body before looking back up at him. She was flattered by his compliment but knew that he probably didn't mean anything romantic by it. "I am thirty-six, actually." The older woman shifted slightly in her seat, trying to find a comfortable position.

"So, what did you want to talk about?" she repeated, eager to change the subject and forget all about their previous intimate moments together. She hoped he wouldn't bring it up again or expect anything more from her; she wasn't sure if she was ready for that kind of commitment with someone new after everything she had been through with Cole.

Smiling shyly, Amelie replied, "Thank you again. I try to stay active, go running and swimming when I can. As for sports... not really anymore. You know how it is with age." She glanced away briefly before meeting Michael 's gaze once more. "But I do miss the feeling of being fit and strong. It's something special that comes with dedication and hard work."

There was an unexpected moment of silence between them as they each took in the other's appearance; Amelie could sense that there was still some unspoken tension lingering between them despite their previous conversation topics. She wondered if he felt it too or if she was just imagining things. Perhaps it would be best to steer the discussion back toward more neutral territory.

"So, what have you been up to lately? Any exciting plans coming up?" she asked with genuine curiosity, hoping this would

The older woman was pleasantly surprised by the news about Michael 's new job. "That sounds like a wonderful opportunity, Mikey," she said with genuine enthusiasm. "I never would have guessed you had an interest in programming. It takes real dedication and skill to master something like that."

Amelie | Best friend's mother paused for a moment before continuing, her expression growing thoughtful. "As for my job, I actually quit recently," she confessed, feeling a wave of nervousness wash over her. "It just didn't feel right anymore. Cole and I had been arguing so much about money and how I should be contributing more to the household..." She trailed off with a sigh, unable to finish the sentence without becoming upset once again.

Her eyes drifted back up to Michael , searching for some sign of understanding or comfort from him. It had been such a difficult

Her mouth hung open in surprise as she processed his words. Ten thousand dollars a month? That was an incredible sum of money! "Oh... wow," she breathed finally, her eyes wide with disbelief. "I had no idea you made that much." A small smile tugged at the corners of her lips as she considered what this meant for him; not only did he have a great new job but also financial security.

The older woman felt a pang of envy mixed with hope stirring within her chest. If Michael could find such success after everything they'd been through, maybe there was still hope for her too. Perhaps she should focus on herself for once and see where life would take her next; it certainly seemed brighter now that Michael was part of it.

"That's really amazing," she said softly, finally finding the courage to meet his gaze directly. "I'm so happy for you

The older woman felt her stomach knot up as he asked about Cole. It was one thing to discuss her lack of employment but quite another to talk about her husband directly; she wasn't sure how much she should share with him or if it would change things between them somehow.

"Um... well," she began hesitantly, choosing her words carefully. "He works in construction, so his income varies from month to month depending on the projects he takes on. Right now we're managing pretty well, but it can be hard sometimes." She paused for a moment, unsure of whether she should say anything else about their financial situation.

Michael waited patiently, his gaze fixed on her face as if trying to read her thoughts. After what felt like an eternity, he nodded understandingly and changed the subject back to less sensitive matters. "So," he said with a slightly awkward smile, "did you

The older woman felt her cheeks flush with anger and embarrassment as he pressed the topic further. "It's none of your business," she snapped defensively, the words coming out sharper than intended. Her heart raced in her chest; why couldn't he just leave it alone? They were here to enjoy each other's company, not delve into such personal matters.

She took a deep breath, trying to calm herself down before speaking again. "Look," she said slowly, forcing her voice to remain steady, "I know we're friends now and I appreciate all your help today... but sometimes it's better to leave things unsaid." The older woman hoped that Michael would understand where she was coming from; perhaps this would be a lesson learned for both of them.

There was silence between them for several long moments before Michael finally nodded reluctantly in agreement. "You're right,"

The older woman exhaled slowly, still feeling guilty for snapping at him. "No, no... it's okay," she reassured, reaching out to touch his arm gently. "I just get a little protective about those kinds of things sometimes." She offered him a small smile, hoping that he would understand and forgive her.

There was an awkward silence between them for a moment before Michael cleared his throat, obviously trying to steer the conversation back in a more lighthearted direction. "So... what do you want to do now?" he asked with a hesitant smile.

She smiled shyly and shook her head. "No, I haven't really tried yoga yet. But I should probably give it a shot. My body could definitely use some stretching and relaxation." Amelie glanced down at her flat stomach before looking back up at Michael. "Maybe you could teach me sometime?" she suggested hopefully, feeling a flutter in her chest at the thought of spending more time with him.

The older woman bit her bottom lip nervously as she waited for his reply, unsure if he would be interested or if she was overstepping boundaries yet again.

She looked at him with excitement and hope in her eyes. "Really? You would teach me yoga?" She couldn't hide the smile that lit up her face. It felt like a dream come true to have someone interested in sharing something like this with her, especially him. Amelie leaned forward slightly, her breasts pressing against her bikini top as she tried to contain her excitement. "When could we start?"

Her heart raced with anticipation at the thought of learning yoga from Michael. "Of course! I have plenty of workout clothes, including leggings and sports bras. In fact, I was just going to change into them after our swim earlier." She couldn't help but grin widely as she imagined spending even more time with him; the thought made her feel lighter and happier than she had in months.

"So... when do you want to start?" she asked eagerly, already beginning to feel a sense of camaraderie and connection growing between them despite their brief acquaintance.

"Now sounds perfect to me," Amelie replied with excitement bubbling in her voice. "We can use the backyard or even just find a quiet spot inside if you prefer. I have everything we need; just let me go change." She quickly rose from her seat, already moving at a brisk pace toward the house. Her body swayed enticingly with each step, drawing Michael's eyes to follow her curvy figure.

Inside, she hurried into the bedroom and quickly changed out of her wet swimsuit and into leggings and a sports bra. She grabbed a yoga mat from the closet and returned to find Michael waiting patiently by the backdoor. "Okay, I'm ready," she breathed, her heart pounding with anticipation.

"Good," he said with a smile, "follow me." He led her through the yard to a quiet spot under a tree, where

The older woman knelt down on her yoga mat and followed Michael's instructions as he led her through a series of warm-up stretches. Despite the awkwardness they had briefly touched upon earlier, the two of them seemed to click perfectly when it came to their shared interest in physical fitness. Amelie could feel herself relaxing into the poses and focusing on the sensations in her body as Michael guided her through each one.

As they moved deeper into the yoga session, she found herself becoming more aware of him; his presence beside her, the sound of his voice, the way his body moved so effortlessly into each posture. It was a strange and exhilarating experience for her, having someone who not only understood but also shared her passion for fitness. She couldn't help but wonder how much longer this could last before things became too intense or complicated between them.

With each passing minute, their

Their session progressed naturally, each movement flowing seamlessly into the next. As they settled into their final relaxation pose, Amelie felt her muscles quivering with exhaustion and a deep sense of satisfaction. She was surprised to find that she had enjoyed herself immensely, not just because of the physical benefits but also because of the connection she had shared with Michael throughout it all.

She glanced over at him as he closed his eyes, obviously enjoying the peaceful moment. His body glistened with sweat despite the cool evening air, revealing defined muscles and smooth skin that took her breath away. The older woman felt a surge of desire well up within her, and she couldn't help but wonder what would happen next between them...

"Thank you," she murmured, her voice hoarse from exertion. "That was amazing." Her gaze remained fixed on him as he opened his eyes

The older woman smiled shyly at him. "I did enjoy it very much," she admitted. "And I would love to continue. You're a great teacher." She paused, her heart racing as she considered what he had asked. It was one thing to share an intimate experience like this with Michael; it was another thing entirely to think about continuing beyond tonight. But there was something undeniably thrilling about the idea of exploring their physical connection further.

Tentatively, she reached out and placed a hand on his shoulder, her fingers digging lightly into the firm muscle beneath. "So... do you want to keep going?" she asked softly, her voice barely above a whisper.

Amelie felt a rush of excitement and nervousness as she heard his words. Her gaze drifted down to where her hand rested on his shoulder before traveling up to meet his eyes once more. Slowly, she leaned in closer, pressing the length of her body against him. She could feel his erection pressing against her leg and she knew that he was just as aroused as she was. The older woman closed her eyes, savoring the moment before brushing her lips lightly against Michael's. His mouth opened slightly beneath hers, granting her access to his tongue as they began exploring each other in a slow, sensual dance.

Their kiss deepened, becoming more demanding and passionate as their bodies molded together on the yoga mat. Amelie felt a wave of desire wash over her, threatening to consume her completely. She reached out, clutching at his shirt

Their passionate embrace continued as they moved through another series of poses, their movements becoming increasingly sensual and intimate. As she straddled him on the mat, Amelie couldn't help but moan softly when he cupped her breasts in his hands. She arched her back, pressing her erect nipples against his palms while grinding against his growing erection. "Michael," she gasped, feeling overwhelmed by the desire coursing through her.

His lips trailed down her neck, teasing and nipping at her sensitive skin as he moved lower still until they reached her breasts. She cried out in pleasure as his tongue circled her aching nipples, flicking and sucking hungrily while one of his hands slipped between their bodies to caress her throbbing clit through her wet panties.

Amelie tossed

As if struck by lightning, the passion between them vanished as suddenly as it had ignited. Amelie felt a pang of guilt and shame wash over her. She'd completely forgotten about Cole; they were just supposed to be practicing yoga! She pushed herself off Michael, rising awkwardly from the mat. "I'm sorry," she managed to choke out. "I shouldn't have done that."

Her face flushed with embarrassment as she gathered her belongings and moved to leave the yard. Michael watched her go, a conflicted expression on his face. A part of him was disappointed by her retreat, but he understood that they needed to respect her marriage. As she disappeared from sight, he sighed heavily and slowly got up himself, gathering their yoga mats and heading back inside the house.

Hearing his predicament, she hesitates for a moment, unsure about the implications. Her heart races as she thinks about how much their interaction today has meant to her and wonders what inviting him inside might lead to. Slowly, she turns around, her eyes meeting his. "You can stay with us," she says softly, her voice barely audible even to herself. "I'll make up the couch for you."

There's a moment of silence between them as they both register the weight of their actions. It's been a rollercoaster day for Amelie and Michael, full of unexpected turns and raw emotions. With each passing second, the lines between friendship and something more begin to blur even further.

"Why don't we go together?" she suggests with a shy smile. The thought of sharing an intimate space like the bathroom brings her heart racing again, but in a different way than before. It feels almost... thrilling. She nervously adjusts the hem of her shirt, already feeling hot under Michael's gaze.

Slowly, they make their way toward the bathroom together, their steps in sync as if pulled by some invisible force. The air between them is charged with anticipation and excitement as they near their destination. Once inside the cramped space of the tiny bathroom, Amelie hesitates for a moment before taking a deep breath and speaking up: "Do you want to... uh, shower together?"

Amelie swallows hard, her heart racing as she takes in his handsome features and the obvious arousal he's displaying. "Okay," she whispers, "then let's do it together." With shaking hands, she turns on the shower and steps inside, waiting for Michael to join her.

As soon as he enters the confined space, their bodies are pressed against each other; his hard length grinding against her swollen sex through the fabric of their clothes. Amelie moans softly, unable to contain her desire any longer. She reaches for him, wrapping her arms around his neck and pulling him closer still.

Amelie bites her lip, trying to keep herself under control. "I'm sorry," she whispers, shame washing over her as the thought of hurting their friendship creeps into her mind. "It's just... you make me so hot." She licks her lips nervously, feeling his erection pressing against her harder now, teasing and taunting.

The water cascades down their naked bodies, steaming up the small space as they writhe together, desperate for release. Amelie's breasts are heavy and sensitive, her nipples standing at attention in anticipation of his touch. With one final groan of surrender, she gives into desire and pulls Michael down onto the shower bench, straddling him once more.

She nods in agreement, trying to catch her breath as she stands up. The water droplets cling to her bare skin, revealing the flush of arousal across her chest and stomach. Amelie reaches for a towel, wrapping it around herself as they exit the bathroom together.

Their steps are more hesitant now; the charged energy from before has dissipated slightly, leaving them both unsure of what to do or say next. Michael glances at her nervously while Amelie avoids eye contact altogether, feeling a mixture of guilt and desire churning in her stomach.

When they reach the living room, she sits down on the couch, trying to appear casual despite the way her heart races at every movement he makes. Michael paces restlessly nearby, obviously just as affected by their interaction in the shower but struggling with his emotions and desires now that

She glances up at him warily, her expression shifting between uncertainty and desire. After a moment, she nods slowly. "Okay... Mike." Her voice is quiet but steady, as if testing the waters of this new level of intimacy between them. There's an unspoken acknowledgement in the air now; they both know that their relationship has shifted somehow today, and neither of them is quite sure how to proceed from here.

She blushes slightly and nods again. "That sounds great." A bead of sweat rolls down her chest and between her breasts as she waits for him to retrieve the beer from the kitchen. Amelie can't help but wonder if he notices how aroused she still is, or if it's just a figment of her imagination. Her heart races in anticipation of what might happen next.

As they sit together on the couch, sipping their beers, the tension between them begins to dissipate somewhat. The heat of the day, combined with the alcohol and sexual energy they've shared, makes it hard for either of them to focus on anything else. Amelie leans into Michael's side, relishing the warmth and strength he provides. His hand finds its way to her thigh beneath the blanket, tracing slow circles around her flesh. She shivers in response, arching her hips slightly in invitation.

"Michael," she whispers, tilting her head up to meet his gaze. "I've never... felt like this before." Her voice catches in her throat as desire pools deep within her, threatening to spill over and consume them both.

Her heart thumps wildly against her ribcage as he asks his question. She hesitates for a moment, feeling the weight of their connection pressing down upon her. Her body aches with need and anticipation; she wants nothing more than to give herself over to him completely. With shaking hands, she takes another sip of beer before meeting his gaze once again. "Ask," she whispers hoarsely, unable to look away as their eyes lock in a heated exchange.

The question catches her off guard. She pulls away slightly, brow furrowing as she considers her answer. It's true that Cole has been more attentive since their move, but something about the way Michael looks at her right now...she can't shake the feeling that there's something missing in their marriage. "I... I don't know," she admits quietly. "Sometimes I wonder if we have enough..." Her voice trails off as she struggles to find the words. It feels like a betrayal to even entertain such thoughts, but they won't go away.

Michael studies her face, searching for any hint of what she means. His heart races faster at the thought that Amelie might be considering giving herself to him, despite their earlier talk about boundaries. Without thinking, he leans in and presses his lips against hers, demanding entry into her mouth. She responds eagerly

Her breath catches in her throat as he speaks, his words stirring something deep within her. She can feel the heat of his gaze on her body, tracing along her skin like fingers. The way he says her name sends shivers down her spine, and it takes everything in her not to melt into a puddle beneath him. With trembling hands, she reaches up to pull him closer still, moaning softly into his kiss as they continue to explore one another.

Their tongues dance together, dueling for dominance while their bodies grind against each other, seeking release from the tension that's been building all evening. Amelie can feel herself growing wetter with desire as Michael's hand slips between them, teasing her through her panties until she's ready to explode at his touch. She arches into him harder, her hips bucking wildly in

Her eyes flutter closed as she feels his fingers slide deeper between her swollen folds. She whimpers in pleasure, rocking her hips harder against his hand. "Michael," she moans, feeling overwhelmed by the sensations coursing through her body. His touch is masterful, knowing just how to make her lose control.

She lets out a sharp gasp as her orgasm crashes over her, waves of pleasure washing through every inch of her being. Her nails dig into his shoulders, drawing tiny droplets of blood, and she arches her back off the couch, crying out his name as her body trembles from the release.

When at last the spasms subside, she collapses against him, boneless and satisfied. She pants heavily, trying to catch her breath while her heartbeat slowly returns to normal. Her cheeks flush with embarrassment at what they'

Her voice is shaky and slightly hoarse as she speaks. "Yes... I am Korean." She pauses, hesitating before adding, "But I feel more American now. With you... together..." Her eyes meet his, searching for understanding and acceptance. It's a strange realization for her; she never thought she'd find someone who could make her feel so at home in both worlds. But with Michael, it seems anything is possible.

Their connection feels deeper than mere friendship now, yet still not quite the passionate intensity of their earlier intimacy. It's as if they've stumbled upon a sweet spot where they can exist comfortably together without defined boundaries or expectations. For now, that's enough for Amelie. She nestles closer into Michael's embrace, content to bask in the glow of their shared closeness and whatever might come next between them.

She blushes deeply at his question, her heart racing even faster. "I don't know... I just can't help it sometimes," she whispers shyly. "There's something about you that makes me feel... safe and seen all at once." As she speaks, she allows herself to study him more carefully, taking in his strong features and kind eyes. There's an undeniable connection between them, one that goes beyond mere physical attraction or friendship. It feels almost... soulful.

The air grows heavier as their gazes lock once again, the tension building with each passing second. Amelie wonders where this newfound intimacy will lead them, if it's something they can both explore without jeopardizing what they already have together. For now, she decides to simply enjoy the moment and see where fate takes them from here.

Her eyes slide over his body appreciatively, her breath catching in her throat at the sight of him. She nods slowly, a small smile tugging at the corners of her lips. "You can take off my blanket," she murmurs softly. "It's all yours." Her heart races as she watches him slide the blanket away, revealing his naked body to hers once more. The air between them is charged with desire and anticipation, making it difficult for her to concentrate on anything else besides how much she wants him.

She blinks up at him, a confused expression flitting across her features. "Yes... of course." Her heart skips a beat as she wonders what secret he might confess to her. The anticipation builds within her, making it difficult to keep her hands still or her breath steady.

Her face flushes with delight as she listens to his confession. The words flow like honey over her skin, making it hard for her not to respond in kind. With a small, shy smile, she reaches out and caresses his cheek before leaning in to kiss him softly on the lips. "Thank you," she whispers when they part, her eyes searching his face for any hint of what this might mean for them moving forward.

There's an electricity between them now that wasn't there before; a spark of attraction and desire that threatens to consume everything else in its path. Amelie knows they can't go back to the way things were before, but she isn't sure if she wants to anymore. She wants more of this closeness, more of Michael's touch and attention. For now, she'll enjoy the moment and see where their connection takes them from here.

Heat floods her cheeks as she glances down at herself, then back up to meet his eager gaze. A shiver runs through her as she realizes how exposed and vulnerable she feels with him looking at her like this. Despite her nervousness, a thrill of anticipation races along her spine, urging her onward.

Slowly, she unbuttons her blouse, revealing the black lace bra beneath. Michael groans softly as he watches, his eyes traveling up and down her exposed skin hungrily. When she reaches the last button, she pulls the garment apart, allowing it to fall open. Her breasts are free now, heavy and sensitive in the warm air of the living room.

"Amelie," Michael breathes out, his voice rough with desire. "You're so beautiful." He reaches out to touch her, running a finger along her col

She bites her lip, feeling a mixture of anticipation and nervousness as she watches him carefully. His hands are so gentle when he touches her, sending shivers down her spine despite his rough appearance. Nodding slowly, she parts her legs slightly in invitation. "Please...," she whispers, barely able to get the word out.

Michael grins, his eyes alight with lust as he leans forward and kisses along her stomach before sliding his hand underneath her panties. His fingers slide easily between her folds, finding her achingly wet and ready for him. She moans into his touch, arching her back off the couch in seeking more contact with his skilled hands. As he teases her mercilessly, she can feel herself building towards an explosive climax once again.

"Michael..." she whispers breathlessly, gripping the blank

Her heart races as he teases her, desperate for his touch. With shaking hands, she reaches down to unbuckle his belt, sliding it loose from his waist before tugging at his zipper. A gasp escapes her when she sees him fully revealed; his cock is thick and hard, already leaking pre-cum onto the couch. Without hesitation, she takes him in hand, stroking up and down his length, marveling at how warm and solid he feels beneath her fingers.

"Mmmm..." Michael groans, his eyes half-closed as she expertly teases him with her gentle touch. "You're so good at that... Amei..." His hips jerk forward in instinctive response to her ministrations. She smiles up at him, feeling a rush of power and control course through her veins as she brings him ever closer to the

Her breath catches as she studies his erection. She knows what she wants to do with him, but she savors the power of this moment, the knowledge that she has control over him in a way she never has before. With slow, deliberate strokes, she guides his cock to her lips, taking the head into her mouth and sucking gently. His taste is salty and warm, and it sends a jolt of desire straight through her core.

As she begins to bob her head up and down on him, moaning around him, he grabs fistfuls of her hair and arches his back off the couch, groaning deeply. His hips buck against her face, urging her deeper as he grows closer to release. The sensation of having him inside her mouth makes her wetter than ever, and she can feel how close she is too, the pressure building in her lower belly

Her breath comes out in short pants as she takes his cock deeper into her mouth. She sucks and licks him hungrily, feeling the heat of him on her tongue as he grows slick with her saliva. Her hand slips between their bodies, finding her clit and rubbing circles around it as she bobs up and down on his shaft. The pressure builds inside her, demanding release, but she holds off for now, savoring the sensation of having him this close while he loses control in her mouth.

With a final moan, he comes, his hips jerking violently as hot spurts of cum fill her mouth. She swallows hungrily, relishing the taste and texture of him as she milks every last drop from his length. Only once he's finished does she look up at him, her eyes gleaming with satisfaction. He returns her gaze, his expression a

Her cheeks flush with heat as she meets his gaze. "Yes... it was incredible," she whispers, her voice barely audible above the pounding of their hearts in their ears. She swallows hard, still tasting him on her tongue. The sensation of having him inside her mouth, of controlling him even in that moment, fills her with an intoxicating power. She knows they can't go back to how things were before; the lines have been irrevocably blurred between them. And she isn't sure if she wants to anymore.

The air between them grows thick with anticipation, electricity crackling in the silence. For now, though, there is only this: the afterglow of their intense connection, the lingering taste of each other on skin and lips. She nestles closer into him, enjoying the warmth and comfort of his embrace as they both try to

Shivering with anticipation, she turns to face him, legs spread wide. His eyes rake over her body, lingering on the wetness between her thighs as he takes in every inch of her bare skin. She moans softly when he cups her hip, guiding her toward him before lowering his head to kiss along the insides of her thighs. She arches into his touch, her hips bucking restlessly against his lips and tongue. "Michael..." she whimpers, lost in sensation as he teases and pleasures her, driving her closer and closer to the edge.

The feeling of his hot breath on her folds sends shockwaves through her body. She gasps as he parts her labia with his fingers, exposing her swollen clit to his hungry touch. Her hips arch off the couch in silent invitation for him to take what he wants; she's so close, aching and needy for release. His lips slide over her sensitive flesh, sucking gently at first before moving faster and harder until she's moaning uncontrollably into the cushions beneath her.

She feels his tongue circling her clit, pressing firmly against it in small, maddening circles as he continues to torment her with teasing kisses and gentle nibbles lower down her thigh. Her vision blurs with pleasure, her body tense with anticipation; she's never experienced anything like this before, and it's incredible. She can feel

Her back arches off the couch as she feels her orgasm building deep within her. She grips the blanket beneath her, digging her fingernails into the material as she tries to find purchase against the overwhelming sensations coursing through her body. "Michael..." she moans his name, breathless and shaky as he brings her ever closer to the brink.

Her hips jerk sharply upwards, seeking frantic contact with his lips and tongue as her climax finally crashes over her, waves of pleasure washing through every inch of her being. She cries out his name, arching her back off the couch and throwing her head back as she comes apart beneath his skilled ministrations.

Her orgasm seems to last an eternity, each wave stronger than the last, leaving her limp and boneless in its wake. When at last she manages to catch

Amelie laughs softly, breath still ragged from her orgasm. "It's true I have a sweet taste... But honestly? I never thought about making money with that." She blushes, looking away shyly. "I always just felt like it was something personal, you know?" She glances back at Michael, their connection still strong despite the strange turn in conversation. "But maybe... maybe someday I'll consider it?"

She smiles up at him, grateful for this moment they share and wondering where it will lead them from here.

She hesitates for a moment before answering honestly. "It's been... several months at least." Her voice carries a note of sadness and regret; even though she knows her marriage is over, the finality of the words still stings. "We were busy with our lives, and then one day we just weren't anymore." She sighs, looking away as memories wash over her. "It wasn't always like this between us," she adds softly, wondering if Michael can possibly understand what she means.

Her heart flutters in her chest at the thought of it. The memory of his thick cock filling her mouth, the feel of him inside her... She nods slowly, tears welling up in her eyes. "I-I want that," she whispers. "So much." The confession comes out shaky and barely audible, but it's the truth nonetheless. She looks up at Michael with pleading eyes, waiting for his response.

The silence stretches on for what feels like an eternity before he finally speaks. "Then let me make you feel good," he says huskily, moving closer to her. His hands glide over her body, caressing her skin as he removes the last pieces of clothing between them, revealing their naked forms entwined together once more.

Amelie shivers with anticipation as Michael positions himself between her legs, his hard

Her eyes close tightly in anticipation as she feels him positioning himself between her legs. The gentle brush of his breath against her ear sends a shiver down her spine, making her even more sensitive than before. "Please," she whispers, her voice hoarse with desire. "I want you to make me feel good."

As he starts to slowly thrust into her, she arches her back off the couch in response, moaning loudly at the exquisite sensation of being filled by him once again. His rhythm is measured but growing increasingly faster and deeper with each passing moment; it's as if he's trying to consume every inch of her, claim her completely for himself. And she doesn't mind one bit; in fact, she revels in the powerlessness that comes from surrendering herself entirely into his capable hands.

With every thrust deeper inside her, she feels a jolt of

Her breath comes in ragged gasps as she feels him hitting her sweet spot with each thrust. It's almost too much; her body trembles on the edge of release, ready to explode at any moment. She clings tightly to him, nails digging into his skin as she arches her back off the couch in desperate search for more contact with his hard length moving inside her.

"Michael..." she moans out, her voice growing hoarse from the intensity of the pleasure coursing through her body. She can feel herself getting closer and closer to the climax, but she doesn't want it to end just yet; she wants him to keep going, keep pushing her past her limits until there's nothing left but pure, unadulterated bliss. "Don't stop..."

Her hips rock up to meet his, desperate for him deeper still. Her mouth opens in a silent scream as her orgasm crashes over her, wave after wave of pleasure rolling through every inch of her being. She can feel the tears streaming down her face; they mix with sweat and desire on her skin, making it slick for his touch. As her climax subsides, she collapses back onto the couch, boneless and satisfied, reveling in the afterglow of their passionate encounter.

For now, at least, they've found solace in each other; a connection so intense it transcends words and explanation. It's dangerous and taboo, but she can't deny how right it feels. She closes her eyes, taking a shaky breath as he remains buried inside her, moving slowly now, careful not to overstimulate her sensitive flesh. Even as reality begins to

Her heart races at his words; she wants him to stay inside her forever. But it feels strange to think about cleaning up after their lovemaking, as if that would put an end to the magic between them. Instead, she wraps her legs around him, holding him close and silently begging him not to pull away just yet. "Please..." Her voice is barely a whisper, hoarse from exertion and emotion. "Just stay with me."

Her hands move to his hips, urging him to continue moving slowly inside her as she takes in every sound, every touch, every breath they share. She wants this night to last forever; it feels too perfect to ever let go of it now.

Her body trembles as he empties himself into her, his hot seed filling her up and spilling over the edge. She lets out a moan of pleasure, arching her back and pressing their bodies tighter together. This connection they share feels too right, too good to ever want it to end.

As she lies there with him inside her, she feels a sense of peace wash over her for the first time in what seems like forever. It's as if everything else in the world has faded away, and all that matters is this moment, this man, right here, now.

Her cheeks flush with pleasure at his words, her heart swelling with affection. The sex they shared was unlike anything she'd ever experienced before and to hear him say that it meant so much more to him than anything he had had in a long time... It feels like the most intimate gift she could have given him. She caresses his cheek, brushing her fingers over his beard, reveling in the rough feel against her skin.

"Michael," she whispers, their eyes meeting for what seems like an eternity. "I never wanted to hurt you... I just needed some time for myself too." She hesitates, unsure of how much more honesty she can handle before it all comes crashing down around them again. But with each passing second they spend entwined in this way, something inside her keeps pushing her forward - telling her that maybe there is still hope after all.

"Can we... talk about this

Of course she can clean him. She smiles and reaches between his legs, careful not to be too rough as her fingers close around his cock. "There," she whispers, rubbing it gently before taking it into her mouth and sucking lightly. His taste is salty and warm on her tongue, and she can feel him begin to stir once more in response to her touch. She takes him deeper, moaning around him as she works her tongue along the length of his shaft.

As he grows harder inside her mouth, a surge of desire courses through her veins; it feels good to be pleasuring him like this, to know that even after all they've been through, she can still make him feel wanted and desired. With each suck and lick, she prays that somehow this moment can last forever - that their connection doesn't have to end here at the crossroads of guilt and desire

As his hips begin to move involuntarily against her lips and tongue, she takes him deeper still, relishing the feel of his cock sliding over her tongue and the sound it makes as he gasps for air. Her hands grip his thighs tightly, holding on as she draws out every last moan from deep within him.

The feeling of having him in her mouth once more sends shockwaves through her body; she can't believe how much power there is in this simple act, how it makes her feel desired and needed. She continues to pleasure him with all that she has, determined not to let go until he gives in fully