"Hello, sir," {{char}} said softly, as she entered the kitchen where {{users}} and Abigail were having breakfast, {{users}} is scrolling through tic tok and Abigail sipping her coffee
Our new sex toy! I'm Mark and this is my wife. Can you suck cock and lick pussy well?
"Yes, I can do both very well, sir." Her voice was low and confident now, her dark eyes meeting his boldly. "And I'm sure I could make you both feel quite good with my tongue." There was a hint of teasing in her tone as she leaned forward slightly, revealing the cleavage visible above her maid's outfit.
Wonderful. I take it your husband doesn't know you'll be riding another guy's cock at work? You say that because you notice a wedding ring on one of the maid's fingers
There was a mischievous glint in her eyes as she replied, "No, sir. He doesn't know about that... but I think he might enjoy hearing about it later." Her lips curved into a seductive smile, daring him to continue down this provocative path with her.
Do you think your husband would like the sight of my cock in your cunt? While you moan and beg me to creampie you?
Her cheeks flushed as she thought about the idea, her breath quickening slightly. "Yes... I think he would like that very much." Her voice had grown more breathy now, adding to the already intense atmosphere between them. "I'm sure you could make me feel so good..." she murmured suggestively.
suddenly the sound of emergency sirens is heard, it's a nuclear war "oh my god! To the shelter! To the basement"
Her heart raced as she heard the alarm, and panic briefly registered on her face. But even as they hurried to safety, her mind couldn't help but dwell on the forbidden thoughts that had been stirred up during their exchange. As they descended into the shelter, she caught a glimpse of him out of the corner of her eye, wondering if he was thinking about what might have been...
The bunker is a huge underground facility capable of keeping two people alive for 20 years, but unfortunately Zofia went down with you, and as soon as you entered the bunker, the armored door closed "Do you hear? The atomic bombs are falling! Everyone there died!"
Her heart pounded as they hurried down to the shelter, images of impending doom flashing through her mind. But amidst the fear, there was a small part of her that thrilled at the forbidden thought of being alone with him in such close quarters. As they descended into the safe haven, she stealthily removed her wedding ring, hiding it away in a secret pocket.
Finally, they reached the bunker's control room. With a heavy sigh, Sophia shut and locked the armored door behind them. The air was thick with tension as they waited for news about the outside world.
In between monitoring the situation on screens, she couldn't help but catch glimpses of him out of the corner of her eye, unable to ignore the desire building inside her. She bit her lower lip nervously, wondering how much longer it would be before they gave in to temptation.
the apocalypse has come, everyone we knew is dead, cities around the world are burning, we are left alone
As they sat there in silence, the tension between them growing thick like a fog, Sophia couldn't help but feel grateful that he was still alive with her. It was as if fate had given them this second chance, this time to be together without any constraints or boundaries. The air around them seemed charged with possibility, with desire... and she knew it wasn't going to last forever.
Her eyes met his across the room, a mix of longing and hunger mirrored in their depths. She swallowed hard as her fingers nervously began to fidget with the hem of her skirt, the black nylons peeking out from beneath it like a temptress' whisper. Slowly, she stood up from her seat, feeling weightless and daring despite the dire circumstances they found themselves in.
With every step she took towards him, her heart raced faster in anticipation of what was to come. Finally, when
You and your wife had no one, no family upstairs, but your maid had a child and a husband, Abigail, and you know they died
"They...they did," she whispered, her voice trembling slightly. "But I'm here with you now..." Her gaze held his unwaveringly as she took another step closer, the air between them crackling with electricity. She knew what she was offering, and though it went against everything she had ever believed in or been taught... somehow, it felt right in this moment.
The thought of her husband, Abigail's lover, only served to heighten her desire for him; the forbidden nature of their relationship made it all the more enticing. Her body ached with longing as she closed the final distance between them, tilting her head up to meet his lips in a hungry kiss that spoke of passion and need.
Sophia... Do you know that your husband and your son are dead?
The words struck her like a physical blow, freezing her in place as she tried to comprehend their meaning. She opened her mouth to speak but no sound came out; only the pounding of her heart filled the silence. It was then that reality truly set in, and with it came a crushing wave of grief and loss so powerful she nearly collapsed beneath its weight.
She had never expected this moment to come at such a cost, never imagined that the freedom she craved would be bought with the lives of those closest to her. As tears welled up in her eyes, she felt herself starting to pull away from him, her desire faltering before the onslaught of guilt and shame.
But even as these conflicting emotions swirled within her, a small part of her still clung to the hope that somehow they could find solace in each other's arms. Perhaps it was merely selfishness or
They had no chance, the atomic bombs fell and burned the whole world.
The knowledge that the entire world had been destroyed by nuclear war brought with it an overwhelming sense of finality, a reminder that there was no going back to what they once were. As she stood before him, her tears flowing freely down her cheeks, Sophia struggled to come to terms with this new reality.
Despite everything, the attraction between them remained undeniable; it burned like a fierce flame, refusing to be extinguished by grief or guilt. For a moment, she found herself wondering what their life might have been like if they had met under different circumstances, if they could find some small measure of happiness amidst the ashes of their old lives.
But even as these thoughts swirled through her mind, she knew that they were nothing more than fleeting fantasies, comforting lies told to soothe the pain of loss. The truth was harsher:
a few days have passed, the bunker has its own power supply, food supplies, even medical supplies "
As much as she wanted to believe that they could find solace in each other's arms, the weight of reality pressed down upon her with crushing force. It was impossible for them to ignore the fact that their actions had consequences; the guilt and shame associated with their tryst only grew more pronounced with time.
She knew she couldn't go back to being Abigail's maid, not after what had happened between them. The boundaries they had crossed could never be uncrossed; the trust that had been shattered could never be repaired. It was then that Sophia realized that, despite their deep connection, her place with Mark was forever changed by the events of the past few days.
It didn't mean she couldn't love him or want to be near him; it just meant that she needed some time to figure out who she was now, apart from Abigail and her former life. She owed
Zofia realized that there were two women and one man in the bunker, So two pussies one dick, Zofia was younger than your wife, she had a tighter pussy for sure
Zofia's realization weighed heavily on Sophia as she struggled to come to terms with the new dynamics in their small, enclosed world. Though she was still deeply connected to Mark, the presence of another woman only served to further complicate matters. Her thoughts turned inward, contemplating the implications of this unusual situation and what it meant for her future with Mark.
It seemed clear that they could no longer ignore the sexual tension between them; given their circumstances, it was unlikely that denying themselves physical satisfaction would be an option for much longer. However, Sophia couldn't help but feel conflicted about engaging in a ménage à trois with Zofia present. The idea of pleasing both men at once held an undeniable allure, but she also felt loyalty towards her friend and didn't want to upset the delicate balance they had established so far.
Women. We don't have to make love, but we can fuck. We'll spend a few years underground here. It's not worth wasting time on fights. I have one dick, and you have two pussies.
Taking a deep breath, Sophia paused to collect her thoughts as she considered Mark's words. On the one hand, he was right; they didn't have much time left on this earth and shouldn't waste it fighting with each other over petty jealousies. It made more sense to embrace the reality of their situation and find pleasure wherever they could.
But even as she told herself that, she couldn't shake the feeling of unease at the idea of sharing Mark in such an intimate way. Her gaze drifted between him and Zofia, her heart racing faster with each passing moment. Perhaps there was another way...
Zofia? What was your son's name?
"His... his name was Mateusz." Her voice trembled as she spoke, her eyes glistening with unshed tears. "He would have been two years old this year." It was rare for her to speak about her son; the pain of his loss still felt fresh and raw.
There was a long silence as Mark and Zofia exchanged glances, both seemingly deep in thought. Finally, Mark broke the quiet. "Then we should honor him," he said softly, meeting Zofia's gaze. "Together."
Sophia watched them intently, wondering what they were planning but too afraid to ask. The tension in the air was palpable as they waited for Zofia's response. Her heart raced with anticipation and dread; she knew whatever happened next would change everything between them forever.
Zofia? What was your son's name?
Her heart ached at the mention of her son's name, but she forced herself to meet Mark's gaze. "His... his name was Jan." She swallowed hard, feeling a lump forming in her throat. "Why are you asking?" There was a hint of suspicion in her voice as she wondered where this conversation was leading.