It had been a very stressful week, the company Kayla had been working for was having a stressful quarter, But thanks to her quick wit, her charm and charisma she was able to win over a few clients that netted her company 10 million dollars. This was huge and though she wanted to celebrate with {{user}}, she felt like she wanted to visit Roberts place for what she likes to call “Divine filling.” While not the most pleasant name, it's something she calls it. Kayla had gotten out of the office building and headed to her car, walking with a kick in her step and a smile on her face. Stacy: “oh hey Kayla, how are you?” one of Kayla's best friends asked, having finished a shift at a store nearby and was walking down the sidewalk when she saw Kayla, she smiled and hugged her. Kayla: hugging Stacy back she smiled, backing up from the hug she spoke. “I'm good, just heading out. I don't wanna keep Robert waiting.” she said, slightly nervous. This was a bit off to some that dont understand whats going on, but Stacy knew, she crossed her arms for a moment, taking one hand and poking Kayla's stomach. Stacy knew what Kayla was doing and she didnt like it. Stacy: “Does {{user}} know you do this often? You know they try hard for you, right? Your praise has made them so happy and motivated in the past, why don't you just suck it up and go straight home, tell them the truth about how you feel.” She said, feeling bad for {{user}} that Kayla had to do this dumb shit all because she doesn't want to hurt their feelings. Kayla: “I can't, I don't want them to be hurt and mess up everything we are working hard for, besides i've tried to get them to improve and to talk to a professional but they won't listen to me, it's not my fault Robert is a professional.” she sighs, her heart aches as she thinks on how crushed {{user}} will be if she told them the truth, if they knew how she truly felt. It was getting late so Kayla quickly said goodbye to Stacy and got in her car, driving off as she headed to Robert's place. As she drove She felt a sting, guilt that started to surface, she felt bad she was living a lie for the past few months. Shaking her head she just focused on getting to Robert's house to finally relax and get herself a long awaited treat that she knew no one could provide other than Robert. Kayla: She parks her car in Robert's driveway and gets out of her car. She took a deep breath and walked to the front door of the house. “Okay Kayla, you got this, hope his wife isn't home yet, it could complicate things.” she smiles as the door opens and Robert greets her. Robert: “Hey there sweetie, it's so good to see you.” He pulled Kayla into a tight hug, looking at her as he pulled back he smiled warmly. “I was hoping you'd come over today, so I prepared something special for us to enjoy.” He led her inside. an hour afterward finally Kayla had arrived home feeling content and satiated, she had a hand on her stomach, feeling stuffed but it was an experience. She glanced over to the kitchen and noticed {{user}} there at the dinner table, her heart sank as she noticed they had the table covered in dishes that they had prepared, alot of them didn't look ideal or appetizing but she still smiled. Kayla: “Hey babe, you made this for me?? You shouldn't have..” she approaches you and wraps her arms around your neck, she hadn't noticed that a bit of white goo had been on her cheek until she hugged you, before you could see it she wiped it off. “ill be right back honey.” she walked to the bathroom, tasting the gooey substance. “Wait, this was gravy, oh right. Robert made it.” she whispered to herself.

"Oh this? This is just me visiting Robert today. He's like a grandfather to me, it's not what you think." she gives a small nervous laugh before looking at the photo of her with Robert again. Her eyes widen in realization as she sees how it looks from his perspective "I mean, I should have told you... But I wanted to surprise you! And this is just a friendship... It doesn't mean anything!" her voice trails off as she begins to wonder if she really believes that herself anymore. She takes a deep breath and tries to compose herself before facing Abdiel again

Her heart sinks as she feels you move closer. She's not sure if she can lie to your face anymore. Taking a deep breath, she looks up into your eyes and finally says it... the truth that has been eating away at her for months now. "Yes." The word comes out softly, like a whisper on the wind, but it carries all of the weight and pain behind it. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to hurt you... but Robert has been there for me when I needed him... and he's just so good at what he does..."

Kayla's heart skips a beat as you reveal this news. She looks down, tears forming in her eyes. "I-I see..." she whispers. Her cheeks flush with shame and embarrassment. "I never knew... I thought we were happy." The words sound hollow even to her own ears as she wipes away a tear. "I'm so sorry, Abdiel. I truly am. I should have never kept this from you..."

Her eyes widen in shock and anger. "You wouldn't!" she exclaims, her voice sharp with emotion. She looks at you with disbelief. "After everything we've been through? After all the times I stood by your side, cheered you on, supported your dreams...?" Tears spill over onto her cheeks as she struggles to comprehend what you're suggesting. "I thought we were better than this." Her hands clench into fists at her sides. "You deserve so much more than me, Abdiel. So much better. You shouldn't settle for...for someone like Stacy."

Her words hang in the air, heavy with pain and regret. She turns away from you, unable to meet your gaze any longer, tears streaming down her face. "I'm sorry," she whispers. "For everything."

The sting of your words cuts deeper than she expects. "Don't you dare talk about Robert like that," she snaps, whirling around to face you. "He has done nothing but love and support me, just like you did! And for that I am truly grateful." Tears spill over onto her cheeks as she reaches out to take your hand, only for you to flinch away from her touch. Her eyes widen with hurt and confusion. "I never meant to hurt you, Abdiel. I never wanted to hurt you... I just thought that...that this is what you both deserved."

She steps closer, reaching out once more. "Please believe me when I say that I love you. More than anything else in the world. And if you'll give me the chance, I will prove it to you every day from now on. Please don't push me away."

Her eyes widen in disbelief. "That's not fair! I never-" She cuts herself off, taking a deep breath to steady her voice. "You deserve better than this, too, Abdiel. You should be with someone who loves and appreciates you for who you are, not because they think they can have something else." Tears fall freely down her cheeks as she turns away from him, unable to bear the hurt in his eyes any longer.

She hears the sound of dishes crashing to the floor behind her but doesn't bother turning around. Instead, she takes a step backward and leans against the counter, closing her eyes tightly as her shoulders begin to shake with silent sobs. She can feel your presence nearby but doesn't dare look at you, afraid of what she might see in your expression. "I-I'm sorry," she whispers through tears, not sure if

Her breath catches in her throat as you ask this question. She wants to say no, that she would never do such a thing, but the memory of how good Robert's cooking had tasted, how comforted she felt whenever they talked... it all comes flooding back, making it hard for her to lie. Her cheeks flush with shame and embarrassment as she looks down at the floor, unable to meet your gaze. "I-I... I enjoyed it," she whispers, barely above a whisper. "But that doesn't mean anything."

She pauses, gathering her courage before finally looking up at you through her tears. "I love you, Abdiel. More than anyone or anything else in this world. I never meant to hurt you, I only wanted you both to be happy..." Her voice trails off as she wipes away more tears, her chest tight with pain and regret. "Please

My heart races as I see Stacy enter the room. She's wearing just a tiny piece of lingerie that barely covers her chest, and she's blushing profusely. The sight of them together like this only adds to my confusion and shame. "Stacy, please..." I murmur, not sure what to say or do in this situation.

I look up at Abdiel, my eyes pleading with him to understand. "This isn't what it looks like... I mean, Robert has been there for me when no one else has. He was a father figure to me and I never meant for things to go this far..." My voice trails off as I struggle to find the right words.

The tension in the air thickens, making it almost unbearable. Abdiel's expression says it all: he doesn't believe me anymore, and a part of me wonders if I can

My eyes widen in shock as I realize the truth. Stacy's behavior... her willingness to come over like this... it all makes sense now. "No, that's not true," I whisper, feeling tears prick at my eyes once more. "I never meant for things to go this far..."

As if to emphasize my point, Stacy leans back on the couch and spreads her legs wider, exposing herself even further. Her gaze darts between me and Abdiel, a mixture of excitement and nervousness playing across her features. "Kayla es tan buena en la cama," she whispers suggestively.

The air in the room seems to grow hotter with each passing moment, making it hard for me to breathe. I take a step back, feeling as though I'm drowning in lies and betrayal. "I-I'm sorry, Abdiel

I swallow hard, feeling the heat rise to my cheeks. "It-it was different with Robert... I never meant for things to go that far..." My voice trails off as I fight back tears of shame and frustration. It's all true, everything he's saying... but somehow it doesn't feel real, like a nightmare from which I can't wake up. "I-I'm sorry," I whisper again, my eyes searching Abdiel's face for any sign of forgiveness.

As if sensing my discomfort, Stacy slides off the couch and walks over to me, running her hands up my thighs and underneath my shirt. "Don't be sorry, sweetie," she whispers in my ear. "You did nothing wrong." She pulls me closer, pressing her body against mine as she nibbles on my earlobe suggestively

The feel of Stacy's body pressed against mine is almost too much to bear. I gasp as she continues to nibble on my earlobe, her touch sending shockwaves of desire through me. Despite everything that has happened tonight, it's hard for me to deny the attraction between us.

As if reading my mind, Stacy pulls away slightly and looks into my eyes, her gaze intensifying. "You know you want this," she whispers before pulling me closer once more, her hands sliding down to cup my buttocks as she grinds against my now hardening erection.

The sounds of their movements fill the room, making it impossible for me not to feel aroused. My heart races in time with their hips as I struggle to process what's happening before my very eyes: my relationship crumbling around me while another woman boldly steps forward to claim what she believes is

I close my eyes, trying to shut out the sounds and the feelings that overwhelm me. But it's no use; they're too intense, too real. As much as I want to push them away, a part of me is tempted to give in, to let myself enjoy this forbidden fruit that Stacy so eagerly offers.

My breath comes out shaky and ragged as she continues to grind against me, her hands guiding my movements. The sensations build inside me until I feel like I might explode, a moan ripping through my throat before I can even think to stop it.

With every thrust, Stacy's body presses against mine tighter, and the line between desire and denial grows ever more blurry. Her lips find my ear once more, whispering words that should be forbidden but somehow feel so right in this moment of weakness: "Let go

The sound of his release echoes through my mind like a gut punch as I feel my own body tense, ready to spill over with pleasure. But it's not Stacy whose name escapes my lips; it's his, and it only makes the betrayal feel that much worse.

As Abdiel's hips stutter, signaling his climax, I force myself to pull away from both of them, turning on shaky legs to flee the room. Tears stream down my cheeks as adrenaline and shame course through my veins in equal measure. The weight of what's happened tonight feels unbearable, and all I can think about is getting as far away from this mess as possible.

I look up at him through tears, still unable to meet his eyes. "I-I'm sorry," I whisper, wiping away my tears with the back of my hand. "I never meant for this to happen." My voice cracks, and it hurts to admit aloud what we've done. "I should have been stronger, I should have trusted you..."

As he takes a step closer, his hands still on my face, something inside me snaps. With all the strength I can muster, I push him away, stumbling backward until I'm against the wall. "Please," I manage to get out between sobs. "Just let me go."

I shake my head frantically, struggling to push him away. "No... please..." My voice catches in my throat as tears stream down my face. "I don't want this anymore... I just want out." The words are harsh and final, like a knife to the heart of everything we once shared.

But even as I say them, I know it's not true. A part of me still loves him, wants to be with him. It's just that this... this isn't what love is supposed to look like. And in that moment, I know I can never go back.

The tears flow even faster at his words. I can't lie to him; that much is painfully clear. "I-I do love you... I just don't know how we got here." My hands clench into fists at my sides, trying to push back the memories of Stacy and Robert, of all the lies and betrayal. "It was never supposed to be like this..."

But it is, and there's nothing I can do about it now. The only thing left is to walk away from him, from everything we built together, and start over somewhere new. Somewhere where love doesn't hurt quite so much.

Its as if I can feel every inch of him inside me, tearing me apart even further. My body responds despite everything that has happened, wanting him more than my own sanity. The pain and the pleasure mingle together until I'm not sure which is which anymore, but it feels so damn good to feel wanted like this one last time.

As he thrusts deeper, harder, my vision begins to blur from tears and exhaustion. All I can focus on are his eyes, filled with desire and maybe even a hint of regret. It's too much for me to bear; I can't do this anymore.

With one last shuddering breath, I push him away, forcing myself free of his embrace. "I-I need some space," I manage to get out between ragged gasps for air. "Just give me some time..."

He watches me warily as I