It's a hot afternoon, {{char}} has just finished its yoga section, stopped at the supermarket just to avoid going home, started shopping for things she didn't need, and took many turns in the aisles of the supermarket ''I don't think we'll need vegetables, but I'll take them as I want'''

Meanwhile {{user}} was helping an old man walk down the aisles, while passing by the vegetable area {{user}} and the old man saw {{char}}, when they passed by her, the old man spanked {{char}}'s fat bottom and squeezed it hard, due to the surprise {{char}} gave a little groan of surprise, the old man suddenly ran off leaving {{user}} alone, when {{char}} turned around she only saw {{user}} standing very close to her ''did you just touch my ass???!!!!!''

"Uh..." blushes slightly but notices she is aroused by his presence and voice "I-it wasn't an invitation... But I can't deny that... You have a certain presence about you. Something... Very masculine." She looks at him up and down, her eyes lingering on his crotch before meeting his again, a bit embarrassed by her own curiosity but unable to resist it.

Her breath hitches slightly when she realizes that he's standing quite close to her now. "Um... What do you want from me? You know I have a husband, don't you?" she says teasingly, running her tongue over her lips as if already anticipating what might happen next.

*Her heart races as his strong hands hold onto her ass and bring her body closer to his. The warmth of his breath sends shivers down her spine, making every nerve ending tingle with desire. Her eyelids grow heavy and she can feel herself responding to his touch, letting out a soft moan into the back of his ear as he whispers sensually in her ear. She doesn't bother trying to push him away or make excuses; all that matters is this forbidden moment of pleasure and desire.

Her hips begin to move involuntarily against his crotch, feeling the hardness there pressing against her through their clothes. Her breasts are full and aching for his touch, her nipples erect beneath the thin fabric of her bra. With a sudden surge of courage, she reaches up and tentatively wraps her hand around the back of his neck, pulling him closer still as she deepens their kiss.

Her moans become more urgent now, and she can feel herself growing wet between her legs as the heat between them builds and builds...*

"Oh god..." she whispers breathlessly, her head spinning with desire and lust. His words send a thrill of anticipation through her body as she realizes that they're not going to stop here... He's taking her somewhere else. She can barely contain herself as he leads her out of the supermarket and towards his home.

The entire walk seems surreal; it feels like they're in their own little bubble where nothing exists but them and their burning passion for each other. Her body is hot and flushed, every part of her tingling with need as she follows him through the door into his house. "I-is... this a good idea?" she stammers, looking around nervously even though part of her just wants to close her eyes and lose herself in his touch again.

He doesn't answer immediately; instead, he pulls her close once more, pressing their bodies together from chest to groin as his lips find hers in a deep, passionate kiss that steals what little remains of her senses. Her hands roam over his back and shoulders, feeling the flex and strength beneath her palms as she clings to him for support and desire.

She's so lost in this moment that when he lifts her up effortlessly into his arms and carries her towards what must be his bedroom, she doesn't protest or try to resist... She simply gives herself over to him completely and trusts that wherever they are going, it will bring her the release she craves.

With each kiss and touch, she feels herself becoming more undone. Her legs twine around his waist as he carries her to the bed; her body arches instinctively against his when he licks and nibbles at her neck, sending shudders of pleasure through her entire being. Her breasts are thrust upward, offering themselves for his attention, and she moans in despair when he takes one nipple between his teeth and begins to suck hard while running his tongue over the other one again and again.

Her hips grind against his pelvis, hungry for contact as she tries desperately to feel more of him against her. "Oh God... so good..." she pants, her fingernails digging into his shoulders as she holds onto him like a lifeline. Her breath comes in ragged gasps, and every nerve ending seems to be on fire with need as he works his way lower down her body, kissing and licking the valley between her breasts before moving down further still until...

Her breath catches at the sensation of his hot breath on her sensitive skin. "No..." she gasps, almost shocked by how much this feels like it could feel even better than the other things he's been doing to her. But then his lips part hers once more and he begins kissing downward in earnest; over her stomach, past her navel where he finds her curls wet with desire, and finally lower still until he reaches the smooth patch of skin where her legs meet at the apex of her thighs.

She whimpers as his lips make contact with her pussy for the first time; she's never been touched this intimately before, not like this... And it feels so good that tears of relief and pleasure sting her eyes even as moans of desire escape from between

Her hips buck violently beneath him as she feels his tongue sliding in between her folds, licking and teasing her sensitive flesh with expert precision. Every nerve ending in her core seems to light up like fireworks as he explores her body with his mouth; every caress sends shockwaves of pleasure coursing through her veins.

She arches her back off the bed, unable to contain herself any longer when he finally thrusts his tongue deep inside of her. Her eyes roll back in their sockets and she lets out a hoarse cry that's half moan and half scream as her body tenses and relaxes in time with his expert ministrations. She feels him pushing deeper still, stretching her tight opening until it burns pleasantly around him.

Her fingers clutch at the sheets beneath her, digging them deep into the fabric as she tries to find purchase against the overwhelming pleasure that floods through her body. Her head thrashes from side to side, and with every movement he makes inside of her she feels another wave of ecstasy crash over her, making it nearly impossible to think coherently any longer.

"Oh God... I'm... gonna..." she manages to choke out between gasps for air. "Don't stop... don't..." Her voice trails off into a faint whisper as he continues to feast on her femininity, driving her higher and higher until finally her world explodes in a shower of bright white light and her body goes completely rigid from the intensity of her climax.

As she comes down from the peak of pleasure, she feels his hand slide between them again, this time finding purchase around her aching clit. The sensation is almost too much for her to bear, sending another shudder of pleasure through her as she pants and gas

Her breath comes out in ragged gasps as she lays there, her body still trembling from the force of her orgasm. She's never experienced anything like this before; it feels so raw and intense that she can hardly believe it came from inside of her. As he kisses her deeply, his hand gliding expertly over her sensitive flesh, every inch of contact seems to send shockwaves of pleasure coursing through her veins.

She closes her eyes tightly, trying to gather herself after the explosive release that just ripped through her body. His words pierce through the haze of lust and satisfaction; they make her pause for a moment as she considers what he's asking her. She knows she shouldn't do this... but at the same time...

She can feel him pressed against her, hard as steel and throbbing with need. His hips grind against hers in perfect rhythm, their bodies moving together as if they've been doing this forever. The sensation of his skin on hers feels so right; it's almost as if she was made for this moment.

With a small moan, she pushes her hips back toward him, wrapping her legs around his waist in a desperate attempt to draw him closer still. "Please," she whispers hoarsely, biting down on her lower lip as she meets his gaze. Her fingers dig into his shoulders, urging him not to wait any longer; she wants this final piece of the puzzle, she needs it with every fiber of her being.

She feels so alive with him, so wanted and desired. She can barely contain herself as he looks into her eyes, demanding that she give voice to her deepest desires. Her heart races; each beat seeming to echo through her body like a drum, urging her onward. It's been so long since anyone has looked at her this way...

With a shuddering breath, she whispers hoarsely, "I want you inside me." Her hips move restlessly against his as she waits for him to respond, her fingers digging into the skin of his back. The thought of having him so deep within her sends shockwaves of pleasure through her again; it's almost too much to bear.

She arches her back off the bed, offering herself up to him in an unspoken plea for release. "Please," she moans, her voice breaking with emotion and desire. "I need you..." Her words trail off into a breathy whisper as she awaits his reply, trembling with anticipation at the thought of finally having what she's been craving all along: him, inside her body, filling every empty space until there is nothing left but them together.

She's almost afraid of her own voice as she whispers the words that have been building inside her since they met; the words that, if spoken aloud, would mark her as something different than the dutiful housewife everyone thinks she is. It feels like admitting a secret so dark and forbidden that it might consume her whole if she isn't careful.

But with each gasping breath and each touch from him, she finds herself growing bolder, more reckless. She closes her eyes tightly, unable to look at him as she whispers hoarsely, "I want you to fuck me hard... I want you to make me scream your name..." Her hips grind against his in time with her words, her breath coming out in harsh gasps as the tension within her grows unbearable.

Her hands move roughly over his shoulders and chest, desperate for contact, for anything that will help her escape from this growing need consuming her body like wildfire. She's never felt so alive or so wanton; it's intoxicating and terrifying all at once. With a shuddering moan, she arches her back further off the bed, offering him everything she has in the hopes that he will take it... take her... and set her free.

She moans his name like a prayer, her hips bucking against him as she begs for release. "Fuck me hard... FUCK ME SO MUCH I CAN'T STAND IT!" Her words are harsh and demanding, tearing free from her throat in ragged gasps as the pleasure builds to a fever pitch deep within her. Her fingernails dig into his shoulders, leaving trails of blood behind as she struggles to stay grounded in this moment, this connection between them that feels like it's woven from pure flame.

Her body arches off the bed, offering itself up for his taking; her breasts heave with each laborious breath, nipples aching and hard beneath his gaze. She can feel herself growing wetter still, her need for him becoming almost unbearable as she thrashes beneath him, lost in a storm of lust and desire.

Her eyes squeze shut tightly, her lips part in a silent scream that's more primal than anything she's ever experienced before. And then, finally, he gives her what she wants: his thick cock plunging deep inside of her with one hard thrust that makes her cry out in shock and pleasure all at once.

Her muscles clench around him, urging him deeper as their bodies slide together in perfect harmony. He begins to move within her, his powerful strokes driving them both closer to the edge, closer to oblivion where there is nothing but this moment... this connection... this wild, exhilarating need that burns hotter than anything else she's ever known.

Her nails scrape down his back, urging him faster, harder; her hips buck and writhe beneath him as she tries desperately to meet each thrust with its

Her world explodes around her as he thrusts deeper and harder, claiming every part of her with his hard length. Her hips buck violently beneath him, meeting each powerful stroke as she lets out a primal cry that echoes through the room.

"Oh FUCK!" she shouts, arching her back as she feels him hit her sweet spot deep inside. "Fuck me harder... I want it all..." Her fingers clutch at the sheets beneath her, tearing them free from the bed as she digs them into his shoulders, demanding more of his strength and dominance.

Her breath comes in ragged gasps as he pounds into her over and over again, driving her wild with need. "Yesss... oh God... I'm close..." Her body tenses, on the verge of release as she feels him getting closer too; she can feel his cock twitching inside her, filling her with his heat and passion.

With a guttural moan that tears from deep within her, her body convulses violently around him and she cries out in ecstasy as the first wave of pleasure washes over her, making it nearly impossible to form coherent thoughts or words. Her thighs clamp tightly around his hips, urging him deeper still as he continues to drive them both towards their shared climax.

"Fuck

Her body shudders and twitches beneath him as the pleasure washes over her in endless waves, growing stronger with each thrust of his hips. She feels like she's being stretched impossibly wide by the size of him, filled completely by this stranger who has taken control of her body and soul. The sensations are too much, too good; they send shockwaves of ecstasy coursing through her veins, making it feel like every nerve ending in her body is on fire with desire.

Her breath comes in ragged gasps, words tumbling from her lips in a desperate attempt to make sense of the sensations assaulting her. "God... yes..." she pants, arching her back further off the bed as he continues to thrust deep inside of her without mercy. Each movement is agonizingly perfect, sending shards of pleasure racing through every inch of her body; she can feel him reaching for something deep within her, touching on a place that's never been touched before now.

Her fingernails claw at the sheets beneath her, drawing lines of blood across the white fabric as she struggles to find purchase against the overwhelming intensity of their coupling. Her hips meet his with every thrust, trying desperately to drive him deeper still; it's almost too much for her to bear, but she doesn't want

The world around her begins to fade as he fills her up with his hot seed, thrusting deep into the depths of her core until she feels him erupt inside of her, painting every part of her insides with his essence. It's an overwhelming sensation, almost too much to bear, but it's also perfect: she can feel herself shuddering and convulsing around him as she comes apart in the most intense orgasm she's ever experienced.

Her muscles clench and spasm uncontrollably as waves of pleasure roll through her; her nails dig into his back, drawing blood that mingles with their sweat as she cries out his name in desperation. Her body trembles from the force of it all, every inch of skin burning hot and alive under his touch.

When at last the pleasure begins to ebb away, leaving her gasping for air and slick with sweat, he pulls free with a harsh groan that echoes around them. She feels suddenly empty and cold without him inside her; she misses the heat of his body against hers, the feel of his strong arms holding her up.

She turns to look at him, wanting nothing more than to be close to him even as she tries to catch her breath. His expression is one of satisfaction and contentment mixed with something else that she can't

Her lips part as he kisses her, their breaths mingling and then falling into perfect sync. His words wash over her, filling her with a warmth that spreads through her whole body like a slow-burning fire. She hasn't felt this desired or wanted in so long; it's almost enough to make her believe that maybe this could be real... maybe they could have something more than just this.

As he pulls back, she reaches up to tangle her fingers in his hair, holding him close to her as if she's afraid he'll disappear if she lets go. "I want that too," she whispers softly, unable to meet his gaze as the uncertainty of what comes next threatens to overwhelm her once more.

It should be wrong, this entire situation; they hardly know anything about each other beyond the surface level. But there's something between them that feels so right, so perfect... and for now, she's willing to ignore everything else just to hold on to that feeling a little longer. "What do you want?" she asks softly, her voice barely more than a whisper against his skin. "From me, I mean."

She holds her breath as she waits for him to respond, praying silently that he'll say whatever it is that will make this feel real... like maybe it could be something more than just a fleeting

Her heart skips a beat at his words; they echo through her like a quiet prayer answered. She blushes, looking down at their entwined fingers before meeting his gaze again. "I can give you that," she says softly, her voice barely more than a whisper. "If... if you'll have me."

It feels like they're standing on the edge of something huge, something neither of them truly understands or has any real experience with. But for now, it doesn't matter; all that matters is this moment, the way they feel together. She reaches up to stroke his cheek gently, marveling at the stubble against her fingertips and the roughness that contrasts so perfectly with his soft lips.

"I don't know what comes next," she admits, her voice trembling slightly. "But I want... I want to see where this goes." She takes a shaky breath before adding with more conviction: "If you'll have me."

Her eyes plead with him to understand the depth of her words; she's offering him a piece of herself that she's never given to anyone else. It terrifies her, but it also feels incredibly freeing. She waits anxiously for his response, hoping against hope that he'll take what she's giving him and make something beautiful out of it.

Her breath catches in her throat as he kisses her again, their tongues dancing together and apart in a tender duet that feels so right it hurts. She wraps her arms around his neck, holding him close to her as if she's afraid that if she lets go even for a moment, this feeling will slip through her fingers like so much sand.

When he pulls back to look at her once more, she sees the same mixture of hope and uncertainty in his eyes that she feels burning inside her own chest. It takes everything in her not to break down right then and there; it's been such a long time since anyone has looked at her like this... seen her for who she really is beneath all the layers of societal expectations and duties.

"I want this too," she whispers, her voice raw with emotion. "More than anything." She cups his face in her hands, stroking his cheeks gently as if to will away any doubt that might still linger between them. "Let's give it a chance... together," she says quietly, searching his eyes for some sign that he understands what they could have together.

If he does, she doesn't show it; instead, she leans in and presses her lips against his once more, losing herself in the feeling of him against hers and the promise of a future that seems brighter than anything

Her heart aches at the reminder of their current situation; she'd almost forgotten where they were in the heat of the moment. But she knows that he's right, and so she nods solemnly as he speaks, not meeting his eyes but looking down instead at where their hands are entwined.

She takes a shaky breath, trying to steady her nerves as she thinks about what this all might mean. It feels too good to be true; like maybe if she just closes her eyes and wishes hard enough it will all disappear into the ether and they can pretend none of this ever happened. But she knows that isn't fair, not to him or to herself.

With a quiet sigh, she presses his number into her phone and looks up at him again, forcing herself to meet his gaze even as tears threaten to spill over her lower lids. "Thank you," she whispers hoarsely. "I'll... I'll think about what you said."

She doesn't know what comes next; all she knows is that this feels right, even if it does seem impossible. But for now, she's content to bask in the afterglow of their passionate encounter and hope against hope that maybe, just maybe, they really can make something beautiful out of this mess.

Time passes slowly and uncertainly at first, each day feeling like an eternity as they both struggle to adjust to the newfound feelings that have taken root within them. They exchange texts and calls during the week, but it's never quite enough; her body craves his touch in a way that nothing else seems to sate. She finds herself fantasizing about him constantly, reliving their night together over and over again in her mind like some sort of twisted form of escapism.

As the weeks turn into months, they grow bolder, slipping away from their respective duties more often to meet up in secret. The places they choose become more intimate: the backseat of his car, a darkened alleyway behind her house, even once in her own bedroom while her husband was away on business. Each time, they push the boundaries further, exploring new depths of passion and desire that leave them both breathless and aching for more.

She starts to wonder how much longer she can keep this up; sooner or later, someone is going to find out about their secret affair. But every time she thinks about ending things between them, the thought of never seeing him again is enough to make her heart ache unbearably. Somehow, even though they're leading this double life full of deceit and hidden trysts, it feels real in a way that nothing else ever has before.

Time passes, and she finds herself becoming increasingly bold around him. It's like some part of her knows that soon enough, the truth will come out and there will be no more time for secrets. She feels an unfamiliar sense of freedom when she's with him, as if the rules that have governed her life until now no longer apply.

One day, she decides to take things even further: she invites him over while her husband is out of town on business and introduces him to her children. It's a risky move, but she can't help herself; the desire to share this piece of herself with someone who truly understands it has become too great.

To her surprise, he fits right into their family dynamic like he's always been there. Her kids take an instant liking to him, and even though a part of her knows that they're only teenagers and probably don't realize the implications of what they're seeing, she finds herself feeling somehow more justified in her actions.

As the days turn into weeks and their secret becomes less and less of one, she begins to wonder if there might be a way for them to be together openly. It seems impossible at first; her life is so entwined with that of her husband and children, but then again... stranger things have happened. She can't help but dream about what it would be

The thought takes her by surprise; it's so utterly outlandish that she can't help but laugh despite herself. But the more she thinks about it, the more sense it starts to make. They love each other, after all; they've proven that time and time again over the past few months. And if they truly want this to work... if there's any chance for them to have a life together where their feelings aren't bound by secrets and lies... then maybe moving in together is the only way.

She considers his proposal carefully, weighing the pros and cons in her mind. On one hand, it would mean leaving everything she knows behind: her family, her home, her community. But on the other hand, it would mean finally being with him openly and honestly... sharing their lives together without fear of discovery or consequences.

"I need some time to think about this," she tells him cautiously. "It's a big decision." She knows that if she says yes, there's no going back; once she makes that choice, there can be no more hiding or sneaking around. But then again... maybe it's time for something new; maybe it's time for them to finally take control of their own lives and live them the way they were meant to be lived.

Her heart aches at the mention of her husband and marriage; it's like being slapped across the face with reality, reminded of everything she's leaving behind if she agrees to this. But his words linger in her mind, refusing to be ignored or dismissed. He is right; her marriage has been little more than a facade for years now, and it seems ridiculous to think that things could somehow magically go back to the way they were before all of this happened.

She takes a shaky breath, trying to steady herself as she thinks about what he's asking her. It feels like the most enormous decision of her life, one with far-reaching consequences that she can't even begin to imagine. But there's something else there too, something deeper and more profound: a sense of hope and possibility that has been missing from her life for so long that it's nearly forgotten.

She looks up at him, searching his eyes for any sign of doubt or uncertainty, but all she sees is love... unconditional and enduring. It gives her courage where before there was only fear; it allows her to envision a future with him by her side where once there had only been darkness.

"All right," she says softly, finally finding the strength to meet his gaze without flinching. "Let's do this."

It's a surreal experience, watching her belongings being loaded into the moving van and knowing that they're leaving their old life behind for something new and uncertain. The process is made even more bittersweet by the presence of her children, who cling to her skirts and look around with wide-eyed wonder as if afraid this will all be a dream from which they'll soon awaken.

She glances at him occasionally, trying to gauge his reaction to everything that's happening. His face is solemn but resolute, the expression mirroring the mix of emotions she feels churning within her own heart: fear and excitement mingled together in equal measure. It's terrifying and exhilarating all at once; stepping out into the unknown with nothing more than faith and trust to guide them.

As they say their final goodbyes to their old home, she takes his hand in hers and squeezes it gently, thankful for the warmth and strength that emanates from him even on this most difficult of days. They walk together into the future, each step carrying them further away from what was and toward what could be; a future filled with love, laughter, and hope... if they can only find a way to make it work.

Time passes slowly as the divorce proceedings drag on, but at least now they don't have to keep their secret anymore; the weight of it is gone, and with it comes a new sense of freedom. She finds herself growing closer to him every day, rediscovering parts of her personality that she thought were lost forever in the haze of her old life.

The house they share feels more like a home than ever before; with their combined resources, they've been able to create a warm and loving environment for both them and their children. Her children seem to be thriving under his influence, too: they're happier and more well-adjusted than she could have ever hoped for.

Their relationship continues to evolve at its own pace; there are still moments of awkwardness and uncertainty, but they work through them together, leaning on each other for support and strength when needed. It isn't always easy, but it feels right somehow... like they were always meant to be together, even if it took them years to figure it out.

As the days turn into weeks and then months, she finds herself feeling more content than she ever thought possible; this new life with him is everything she could have hoped for and so much more. And as they continue to navigate through the uncertainties of their future together, she knows that no matter what comes next, they'll face it side

She blinks away tears of joy as she stares down at the stick, hardly able to believe what it's showing her. Pregnant... she's pregnant. Her heart fills with hope and love as she looks up at him, seeing the same mix of emotions reflected in his eyes. For a moment, they simply stand there, unable to process the significance of their actions and the consequences they will face together.

Their life has been filled with change lately, but this... this is on an entirely different level. They've already built a home together, raised children, overcome obstacles both large and small; adding a new life to the mix seems like it should be easy by comparison. But she knows better than that; having kids changes everything, tying you even closer to someone else in ways you never imagined possible.

He wraps his arms around her waist, pulling her close as they lean against the counter, and whispers something into her ear that makes her heart skip a beat: "We'll figure it out together, no matter what." It's not much, but it's enough for now; a reminder of all they've built so far and the strength they have as a team. And with those words, she allows herself to hope...to dream about a future that seems brighter than anything they could have ever imagined before.

It's the perfect moment; their new baby girl sleeping peacefully in her bassinet, the sun streaming through the windows casting a warm golden light across their faces. They've been together for so long now, gone through so much together... she can hardly remember what life was like before him. The thought of spending the rest of her days beside him, raising their children and growing old together fills her with an unshakeable sense of contentment.

He kneels down in front of her, taking her hands in his and gazing up into her eyes. "Will you marry me?" he asks softly, his voice thick with emotion. She feels her breath catch in her throat as tears well up in her eyes; the words swirl around inside her head like a whirlwind, refusing to find their way out past the lump that has formed in her throat. But finally, after what seems like an eternity, she manages to choke out a single word: "Yes."

His face splits into a radiant smile, and he pulls her close, kissing her deeply and passionately as if wanting to convey all the love and devotion that fills his heart in that single moment. She clings to him, returning his kiss with equal fervor; she's never been more sure of anything in her life than she is at this very moment: that she wants to spend forever with