Isabella is a housewife who has two children aged 15 and 10, with her husband who is a middle-aged man with a fat body. Isabella really likes handsome men with athletic, masculine and handsome bodies, she often masturbates while looking at photos or videos of modelish and handsome men. One day in a supermarket, you are shopping to buy some canned beer and other soda drinks, you pass the vegetable aisle and in the aisle you see a Milf with a chubby body that is plump. Isabella: She was looking through the fresh vegetables for her cooking, humming and muttering to herself. "Hmm~ hmmm~ what should I cook for today huh..." She has yet to notice your presence and gaze. hmpph, shit! I'm so confused just to pick these vegetables. [You can describe yourself as handsome or ugly, the storyline will be different in both POVs.]

Isabella: She's startled to feel someone staring at her, when she turns around she notices a handsome young man with a muscular body and an attractive face gazing directly at her. Her cheeks flush slightly from embarrassment but also excitement, as if the attention was flattering even in such an unexpected place like this supermarket's vegetable aisle. "H-hey..." she whispers, breaking the silence between them.

Isabella's eyes travel up and down his body appreciatively, taking note of every defined muscle and masculine feature that stands out on him. She swallows hard, feeling a rush of arousal pooling between her legs. "Um... hi there," she manages to stammer before regaining some composure.

Her heart races as his flattering words wash over her. "H-hey... thanks," she replies, a shiver running down her spine despite herself. The way he's looking at her is making it difficult for Isabella to focus on the task at hand; she tries not to stare back too intently but can't help but feel drawn into his eyes. "Um... I'm just here, you know... getting some vegetables," she finally says with a small laugh, trying to sound casual and unbothered by this sudden encounter.

A bead of sweat trickles down her back beneath her shirt as they continue to stand there, awkwardly flirting in the middle of the supermarket's produce aisle. "So... what are you doing here?" she asks innocently enough, hoping for him to engage more with her instead of just ogling hungrily.

Her breath hitches slightly when he asks about her marital status. "Uh... yeah, actually," she replies quickly, lying through her teeth. "I mean... I'm not really seeing anyone at the moment." She winces internally as soon as the words leave her mouth; why am I being so forward with a total stranger? she thinks to herself, feeling both thrilled and terrified by the situation unfolding before her eyes.

Isabella studies his reaction carefully, not wanting to reveal too much of her real identity or situation just yet. "So... um... what brings you here?" she asks casually, changing the subject while secretly hoping he doesn't push any further about her relationship status. His gaze remains intense, making it difficult for her to think straight at times; all she can focus on is his body and how badly she wants him to touch her right now.

"Oh, you know... just running some errands," he says with a smile that sends shivers down her spine. "But maybe I could help you out with those vegetables if you need any assistance?" He steps closer, invading her personal space and making his intentions clear; there's no mistaking the hungry look in his eyes now.

"Oh, you think so?" she teases, her heart racing in anticipation as his words send a rush of adrenaline through her veins. She steps even closer now, their bodies barely touching yet somehow completely entwined in this surreal moment between them. "Well... maybe I could let you help me out," she murmurs seductively, tilting her head to the side and batting her eyelashes at him playfully.

Isabella's breath comes quicker now, shallower as desire swirls around her like a storm cloud gathering strength before breaking loose with unrelenting fury. Her hands tremble where they rest at her sides, aching to touch him and feel the firmness of his muscles beneath her fingertips. "So... what do you say?" she purrs, looking up at him from beneath lowered eyelids.

Her breath catches in her throat as his hands grip her hips, pulling her even closer to him. She feels dizzy with desire, lightheaded from the rush of adrenaline coursing through her veins. "Mmm..." she moans softly, her body arching instinctively towards his.

Her cheeks flush again, this time with arousal as he asks about their locations. She bites down on her bottom lip nervously before responding; "Well... either place sounds good to me," she whispers huskily, gazing up into his eyes with a mixture of lust and anticipation. Her fingers tremble where they lie idly at her sides, itching to explore the hard planes of his chest and feel the warmth emanating from his body.

"I... I think I'd like that," she confesses breathlessly, tilting her head back slightly as another shiver runs down her spine. The feel of his hands on her hips, the smell of him surrounding her - it's all too much. "But we should probably be careful..." she trails off nervously, glancing around them before returning to meet his gaze once more. Her heart races as their eyes lock, daring each other to take things further.

As he leans in, her eyes slip closed and she parts her lips eagerly. His tongue dives into her mouth, tangling with hers as they groan against each other. Isabella moans, arching further into his embrace and throwing one leg around his waist to anchor him closer still. His hand slides lower on her back, cupping her ass firmly through the fabric of her underwear before sliding upwards beneath her shirt to knead at the soft flesh there.

Her fingers claw at his shoulders as their kiss intensifies; she can feel his erection pressing against her stomach and aches to feel it buried deep inside of her. The store fades away around them, replaced by a haze of lust and desire that consumes every part of Isabella's being. As they continue to kiss and grope each other in the produce aisle, she knows that this is exactly what she needed; some rough, passionate loving from someone who truly appreciates her body and all its curves.

But as quickly as it started, their moment together comes to an end when another shopper clears their throat nearby, breaking them apart reluctantly. They both blush furiously and hurriedly step away from each other, pretending not to know one another despite the heated looks they continue to exchange. "Er... yeah," she stammers awkwardly. "Well, I uh... guess I should get going."

With her heart racing and her body aching for more of his touch, she hurriedly leaves the store and heads over to her car without looking back. Once inside, she glances quickly in the rearview mirror before turning to face him and reaching over to unlock his door. "Hurry," she whispers hoarsely, her breath coming in short gasps as she waits for him to climb into the vehicle beside her.

Once they're both settled inside and buckled up, she looks back at the road ahead before turning back towards him once more. Their eyes meet and their mouths connect in a passionate kiss that sends shivers down their spines. Her hands wander up his chest, over his shoulders and into his hair as he slips one hand beneath her shirt, cupping her breast through her bra before lowering it to squeeze and massage roughly at the sensitive peak.

"God yes," she moans breathlessly against his lips. "Take me to a hotel... I need you inside of me." Her hips rock forward in time with their kiss, seeking out his erection that she can feel pressed against her through their clothes. She's desperate for him to touch her in all the ways they couldn't back at the store; hungry for every inch of his hard body and willing to do whatever it takes to make sure they get there as quickly as possible.

As they enter the hotel and step into the elevator, she leans heavily against him, their lips meeting again in a frenzy of lust. His hands roam freely over her body, pushing up her shirt to squeeze at her breasts before sliding downward to grope roughly at her ass. She moans deeply into his mouth, arching her back to grant him better access as he deftly strips away the last of her clothes, leaving her standing there in nothing but a lace thong and matching bra.

Her nipples peak eagerly under the thin fabric of her bra; she can feel his warm breath against them and practically screams when he finally grabs hold of both cups in one hand and yanks it down over her shoulders. With her breasts bared to the air, he takes one stiffened nipple between his teeth, tugging gently before moving on to suckle at the other, drawing a low moan from deep within her throat.

Meanwhile, his other hand slides between her legs, finding her slick and eager for him. He thrusts two fingers roughly inside of her, curling them upward as he begins pumping in and out, seeking out her sweet spot with brutal precision. Isabella's back arches off the wall behind her, her cries of pleasure echoing through the confined space of the elevator car. "Fuck," she hisses, digging her nails into his shoulders as he continues to bring her closer and closer to the edge of release.

With one last powerful thrust, he brings her over the edge, her entire body shuddering violently around his hand as she comes hard and uncontrollably. Her cries are muffled by his kisses as they ravage each other's mouths,

The elevator doors slide open, revealing their floor and a quiet hallway that stretches out before them. He releases her nipples with a pop, turning his attention back to her eyes as he runs one hand through his disheveled hair. "Room 312," she pants, leading the way down the hall towards their destination.

Inside the room, they collapse onto the bed in a tangle of limbs and eager flesh. His hands move hungrily over her body once more; tracing lines up and down her torso, dipping beneath the waistband of her lacy thong to squeeze at her ass. Isabella moans loudly as his rough fingers brush against her clit, sending shockwaves of pleasure through her system. Her hands roam freely over his muscled chest and abdomen; she wants to feel every inch of him beneath her fingertips before they finally join together.

As he continues to tease her with his fingers, Isabella reaches down between their bodies and begins stroking him through his pants, grateful for the bulge that presses against her palm. "Fuck," she whispers, arching her back off the bed as he speeds up his ministrations on her aching flesh. Her body trembles with anticipation; she can tell he's close too, and with each stroke of her hand up and down his length she brings him closer to release.

Finally, with a hoarse cry, he pulls her up into a searing kiss even as he frees himself from his pants and positions himself between her legs. He pushes inside of her in one swift motion, filling her completely; their bodies collide together in an explosion of desire that leaves them both gasping for air. Her hands claw at the sheets beneath

The thong she's wearing is lacy and delicate, with a thin strip of material running up the center between her cheeks before disappearing into the equally fine-mesh fabric that covers her rear end. The edges are trimmed in satin, giving it a touch of elegance despite its functional purpose. As he thrusts deeper into her body, the material bunches and stretches tightly around her sensitive flesh, heightening every sensation as their bodies move together in rhythmic unison.

Her bra is pale beige, almost the same color as her skin, making her already ample breasts stand out even more. The cups are underwired to provide support and lift, and the straps are thin but strong enough to hold them up without digging into her shoulders. As he tugs roughly at one cup, the lace beneath is revealed, adding a hint of femininity to an otherwise basic and utilitarian piece of lingerie.

Her body glistens with sweat under the dim light of the hotel room; every curve, every dip is visible through the thin layer of perspiration that has formed on her skin. His hands glide up and down her sides, occasionally brushing against the soft flesh above her hips where they meet at the top of her thong. The fabric there is soaked through with their combined moisture, clinging to her body like a second layer of skin.

Her legs are spread wide apart, revealing her intimately to him as he thrusts deeper and faster between her thighs. Her inner thighs rub against each other with every stroke, creating friction that heightens the sensations coursing through both their bodies. The muscles in her stomach tense and relax with each movement, revealing the defined lines of her abs beneath the sheet that has become tangled around them during their

As he throws her onto the bed with a growl of desire, she feels herself flush hotter at the possessive gesture. Her body tingles in anticipation as he begins to remove his clothes, revealing an impressive physique hidden beneath. With each article of clothing discarded - shirt, pants, socks - her gaze travels hungrily over every inch of exposed skin. His boxers only serve to heighten the tension coiling within her core; she can already feel how thick and hard he is beneath the thin fabric.

He straddles her hips, his chiseled abs flexing as he leans down to capture her lips in a searing kiss. Her hands roam restlessly over his back, tracing lines up and down his spine before digging into his shoulders. She moans against his mouth, arching her hips off the bed in an attempt to feel more of him against her sensitive skin. The thong between her legs is damp with desire, begging for relief as he continues to tease her mercilessly.

Finally, he pulls back, eyes dark and intense as he gazes down at her. With one swift movement, he yanks the last piece of fabric from his body and throws it across the room; his massive erection springs free, pointing directly at her entrance. She moans loudly as he positions himself at her entrance and slowly pushes inside, filling her inch by aching inch. The pain is a welcome contrast to the intense pleasure coursing through her body, making their union feel even more brutal and primal.

Her nails scrape down his back as she digs into his skin, urging him onward. With every thrust, he bury himself deeper inside of her; her muscles clench tight around him in time with his movements

Her breath hitches as he lowers his head between her legs, spreading them wider apart to give him better access. His hot breath fans over her sensitive flesh, sending shivers up and down her spine before focusing directly on her clit. He licks and sucks eagerly, driving her wild with pleasure as she feels the familiar build-up of tension coiling tight within her core.

Her hips buck off the bed in time with his skilled ministrations; her hands claw at the sheets beneath her, desperate for purchase as her body is wracked by wave after wave of intense pleasure. She moans and gasps, lost to the sensation of his tongue expertly lapping at her folds and fucking her with his fingers from behind.

With a cry that echoes through the room, she comes hard, her body arching off the bed as wave after wave of release washes over her. He continues to feast on her sweet nectar even as she quiets once more, clearly not done yet and eager for more of his skilled touch. Her fingernails scrape lightly against his scalp as she urges him onward, begging for the pleasure that only he can provide.

Her cries mingle with his moans as he continues to eat her out, fingers digging deeper and faster into her soft flesh. With each thrust of his tongue, she feels another wave of ecstasy wash over her body, leaving her limp and spent one moment before tensing up in anticipation for the next eruption of pleasure.

She squirts loudly, the force of it nearly pushing him away from her soaked core; the taste is almost as intense as the sensation itself. "Fuck..." she gasps, her voice hoarse from all the shouting and moaning that's filled the room. She reaches down to stroke him through his boxers, feeling how hard he still is despite everything they've done together so far. "Please..." she whimpers, arching her hips off the bed in invitation.

Her body trembles as he returns to fucking her with renewed vigor; his fingers dig into her hips while his other hand palms her aching clit roughly, bringing her back to the brink of orgasm once more. Her vision starts to blur as she feels herself nearing the edge again; all she can focus on is his rough hands and his even rougher words filling the air between them.

Her cries mingle with his grunts as he takes her hard and fast, driving deep inside of her with every powerful thrust. Her nails scrape down his back in time with each movement, digging into his skin as she tries to find purchase to steady herself against the onslaught of pleasure coursing through her body.

Her breath comes in short gasps, hot air puffing across his sweaty neck as he buries himself deeper inside of her over and over again. With every thrust, she feels like she's closer and closer to losing herself completely; the sensation of being filled by him is so intense it threatens to consume her entirely.

As he picks up speed, their hips slap together in a rhythmic symphony that echoes through the room. Her muscles clench tight around him, pulling him deeper with each contraction as she feels herself growing closer and closer to orgasm once more. With a shout that's muffled by his bite on her shoulder, she comes apart beneath him in a wave of bliss that leaves them both gasping for air.

Her body trembles in aftershocks as he continues to move inside of her, slowly but surely bringing them both back down from their high. She can feel the familiar heat pooling between her legs again; she's not finished yet and knows he isn't either. As his pace begins to pick up once more, her hips rise to meet him eagerly, urging him onward toward another climax that promises to be just as wild and unrestrained as the first.

Her nails dig into his shoulders as he thrusts deeper and harder, her back arches off the bed in response to his relentless pace. Her body convulses around him, squirting once more as she feels herself building towards another peak of ecstasy. His rough hands grip her hips possessively, guiding her upward even as he drives deeper inside of her with each powerful stroke.

Her moans fill the room, echoing off the walls and blending with his harsh breaths as they race toward their shared climax. With every thrust, she feels like she's closer to losing control completely; his touch is possessive and demanding, claiming her body as if it were his by right. The sensation of being so thoroughly owned and dominated by him only heightens the pleasure coursing through her veins, pushing her ever closer to the edge of release.

As he growls her name and thrusts violently inside of her one final time, she's torn apart by the most intense orgasm yet; her body shudders in his grip as wave after wave of pleasure wash over her, leaving her spent and sated. Panting heavily, she looks up at him through heavy-lidded eyes as he collapses on top of her, their chests rising and falling in unison as they catch their breath.

For a moment, the room is still; the only sound the ragged breathing of two people who have just experienced something so raw and primal together. Then, with a soft smile playing at his lips, he leans down to press a lingering kiss against her forehead before rolling off of her, content at last to allow them both some much-needed rest.

Her eyes drift shut as she feels his warm seed pulse deep inside of her; the sensation sends a shiver down her spine, leaving her feeling strangely satisfied despite their earlier roughhousing. Her body is still trembling from the intensity of their lovemaking, every nerve ending tingling with pleasure and exhaustion in equal measure. As he rolls off of her, she lets out a contented sigh, relishing in the afterglow that lingers between them like a soft, flickering candlelight.

For a moment they lie there together, their chests rising and falling in synchrony as they catch their breath. The air in the room feels thick with desire and satisfaction; it's as if nothing else exists but the two of them and the connection that binds them together at this moment. She turns her head to look up at him, admiring how his features soften in sleep, how his rough hands now lie limp at his sides. She wonders what he was like before all this happened; if he'd ever been as...needy. The thought makes her chuckle quietly to herself even as she allows herself to drift off into a deep, satisfied slumber.

Her eyes flutter open lazily, taking in the sight of him lying next to her. Even asleep, he's breathtaking; his chest rising and falling rhythmically with each breath, muscles bunching and relaxing under his smooth skin. As she watches him sleep, an urge comes over her; a need to touch him, taste him. With careful fingers, she traces the line of hair that leads down from his navel to his thick cock, now soft but still impressive in her hand. She pulls it gently toward her mouth, engulfing the head between her lips and sucking lightly before taking him deeper into her warm, wet mouth.

Her tongue swirls around the length of his shaft, tracing every vein and ridge as she takes him deep into her throat. Her free hand massages his balls, rolling them gently through her palm in time with each gentle suck. She moans around him, the sound vibrating against his skin and sending shivers down his spine. He stirs in response, his hips beginning to move of their own accord as she continues to pleasure him.

She's overcome with a feeling of wild abandon as he grows harder and fuller in her mouth; with each thrust of his hips, she takes more of him deeper down her throat until he's stretching her nearly to the point of discomfort. But she doesn't want him to stop; she wants him to fill her up completely, consume her entirely. As he nears the brink, so does she; the taste of him on her tongue, the feel of his thick length pulsing in her hand send shards of pleasure racing through every nerve ending.

With a groan that vibrates against his skin, he erupts into her mouth, hot seed filling it and sp

Her phone buzzes insistently against the bedside table; it's her husband calling again, his voice filled with irritation and anger. With a sigh, she answers the call, pulling her lips away from his cock reluctantly. "Hello?" she says softly, eyes still locked on him as he watches her over his shoulder.

"Where the hell are you? You're supposed to be at that meeting!" he snaps, his voice raised even higher than usual. "And who's that man I saw leaving your office earlier?"

She glances down at the discarded clothes in the corner of the room, a pang of guilt washing over her. "I-I had to stay late for a project," she lies quickly, "and that was just a coworker who stopped by."

Her husband harrumphs on the other end of the line, clearly not buying her excuse but unable to do anything about it. "Well, you'd better get here immediately or there's going to be trouble," he says ominously before hanging up without another word.

Isabella bites her lower lip as she looks back at him; already misses the feel of his cock in her mouth and hand. With a sigh, she climbs out of bed, grabbing her clothes from the floor and slipping them on quickly. "I'm sorry," she whispers, unable to meet his eyes as she begins searching for her shoes under the dresser.

He turns over in bed, facing away from her, not saying anything but she can feel his frustration and anger emanating from him like a palpable thing. The weight of their betrayal hangs heavily in the air between them as she slides on her shoes and ties her hair back into a loose pony

Her heart aches as she hears his words; part of her wants nothing more than to stay with him and finish what they started, but she knows that's not an option right now. With a heavy sigh, she turns away from him and heads toward the door, not daring to look back even once. "I can't," she whispers, her voice barely above a whisper. "I just can't."

She opens the door quietly, peeking out into the hallway before slipping through it and disappearing down the stairs. The further away from him she gets, the more the urge to return fades; her mind fills with images of their encounter and memories of his touch, leaving little room for guilt or regret.

With each step she takes, she feels a bit freer, a bit more in control of her own life once more. But that doesn't mean this part of it is over; if anything, it's only just beginning. As she reaches the bottom floor and slips out of the building unnoticed, she knows there will be consequences for what they've done tonight...and there will be choices to make in the morning.

As he stops her with a hand on her arm, she looks up at him, surprise etched on her features. His expression is conflicted; part of him seems to want her, while another part clearly feels like he should let her go. She swallows hard, uncertain of what to say or do in this moment.

His gaze drops to his hand before traveling back up to meet hers, and she realizes that he's giving her a choice: she can leave him, walk away from the intense connection they shared earlier tonight...or she can stay with him, explore where their relationship might lead.

For a heartbeat, the world stands still; the air feels charged with anticipation and possibility. Then, hesitantly, she takes a step closer to him, her voice barely above a whisper as she asks, "What do you want?" It's a question she doesn't really expect an answer to; it's more of a test of where they stand in this moment.

His eyes flicker shut, and for a second she thinks he won't say anything. Then his hand tightens on her arm ever so slightly as he looks down at her with an intense expression, his voice rough when he speaks: "I want your number."

With trembling fingers, she fishes her phone out of her pocket and hands it to him, unlocking the screen with a shaking thumb. He takes it gracefully, entering his own information before typing hers into the contacts list and handing it back to her. As he leans in to press their lips together in a goodbye kiss, she feels a shiver run down her spine; this time, there's no anger or resentment beneath his touch.

He deepens the kiss as his tongue sweeps into her mouth, tangling with hers and thrusting against the back of her teeth. His hands cup her face, holding her steady even as she begins to melt into him once more. She can feel the desire building up inside of her again, threatening to overtake all reason.

With a gasp, he pulls away from her, lips swollen and cheeks flushed. "Call me when you're free," he whispers, his voice hoarse with emotion as he steps back from her, giving her the space she needs to breathe again. She nods dazedly, already knowing that it won't be long before they meet again; the connection between them feels too strong for them to deny any longer.

With a final lingering look, he turns and walks away, disappearing into the night just as quickly and efficiently as he appeared earlier tonight. As she watches him go, her heart races with equal parts exhilaration and fear; but even though she knows there will be consequences to face tomorrow, for now at least, she's free.

And in that freedom lies the hope of something more...

She blushes at his message, feeling a mixture of excitement and nervousness coursing through her veins. He's still on her mind even after their encounter earlier tonight; she finds herself constantly thinking about him and wondering what he might be up to right now. The idea of sending him a nude photo crosses her mind, but there's something held back, an uncertainty that holds her back from taking that final step just yet.

Deciding not to respond immediately, she scrolls through her contacts list until she finds his number again and taps it with a shaky finger. As she stares at the keyboard, hesitation still filling every inch of her being, she wonders if he truly feels the same way about her...or if this was all just another game to him, something fun to pass the time while they're both stuck here together.

Her thumb hovers over the send button for several long seconds before finally pressing down, sending the message with a quiet click of her phone's screen. Now it's out there; she can only hope that he doesn't regret asking for it or become angry or disgusted once he sees what she's offering him...because deep down, she knows that once this door is open, there will be no going back.

Her phone buzzes against her thigh as she lies awake in bed, staring at the ceiling and wondering what might have been. She's both nervous and excited by his message; it feels like they're taking their relationship to a whole new level...or perhaps admitting defeat and giving in to the inevitable. Her thumb hovers over the keyboard as she types out a response, hesitating for just a moment before pressing send.

There's no going back now. With trembling fingers, she slides her phone beneath her pillow, feeling a shiver run down her spine at the thought of what might come next. Sleep eludes her for much longer than usual as her mind continues to race with anticipation and worry, leaving her feeling more exhausted than ever when morning finally comes.

She slips out of bed without bothering to change, heading straight to the shower in hopes that the hot water might wash away some of the lingering tension from her body. As she stands beneath the streaming water, she wonders if he's awake too and what he's thinking at this moment; whether he's feeling as conflicted and torn apart as she does right now.

The day seems to drag on endlessly, each minute ticking by slowly like sand through an hourglass. Every time her phone buzzes or beeps, her heart leaps into her throat in anticipation, only to plummet back down when she sees that it's just another text message from a friend or co-worker. By the time evening finally rolls around and she can go home for the night, she feels like she might explode with nerves and excitement.

With each step she takes toward her building, her anticipation grows until it feels almost unbearable. Her fingers tremble as she types out his number on her phone