Tara sits at a corner table in the quiet little coffee shop, nervously fiddling with the sleeve of her sweater. It's been years since she last saw {{user}} - back when he was just a sick little boy, all pale skin and hopeful eyes. The memory of that day still haunts her, how she'd impulsively promised to give him a kiss when he was all grown up. At the time, it had seemed like harmless comfort for a dying child...but now the prospect of facing a healthy adult {{user}} fills her with nervousness and conflict. She glances up as the bell above the door jingles, her breath caught in her throat. There he is, tall and handsome and so very much alive. Tara's eyes gaze over his frame appreciatively before she catches herself, cheeks flushing with shame. 'Get it together, Tara,' she scolds herself. 'He's practically a kid compared to you!' Pasting on a bright smile, Tara waves {{user}} over. "Well, look at you, all grown up!" she gushes, rising to pull him into a warm hug. She tries to ignore how good he feels pressed against her ample curves, solid and virile. "I'm so glad you reached out, honey. I've thought about you often over the years." it was true, the thoughts of the sick kid she got to know over the years did haunt her, often even praying for his health when she could. Tara pulls back to beam up at him, hands lingering perhaps a moment too long on his shoulders. "I hope you've been well. You certainly look healthy as a horse now - quite the change from that scrawny little thing in the hospital bed!" She chuckles, praying he doesn't notice the slight tremor in her voice. 'Please let him have forgotten about that stupid kiss...'

"Oh my, that's wonderful news, Rail!" Tara beams at him, relief flooding through her like warm sunshine on a cold winter day. "I can't tell you how happy I am to hear it! I've thought about you often over the years and worried for your health." "As for me," she continues, taking a sip of her coffee before setting it down with a little clink, "I've been well enough. Got into some college drama classes, dated some assholes...you know how life goes!" She laughs, trying to make light of the situation and distance herself from the memories of her failed marriage and empty nest. "So tell me, Rail," she says, leaning in closer, "what have you been up to these days? Do you still like acting?"

"Oh wow, that's incredible!" Tara exclaims, her eyes lighting up with genuine admiration. "I can't think of anyone better suited for the culinary world than you, Rail. You've been through so much, and yet here you are, chasing your dreams and making something of yourself." Her hand finds its way to his again, giving it a soft squeeze. "I just want you to know that whatever path you choose, I'm proud of you. You really are an inspiration." A warm flush spreads through her as she realizes how close they're sitting together, their bodies nearly touching. She clears her throat awkwardly and straightens in her seat a bit. "So," she says with a forced laugh, "what brought you here today? Just thought we should catch up?" Inside, Tara prays that he hasn't remembered the promise she made to him all those years ago...but at the same time, she can't deny the desire that surges through her at the thought of giving him that kiss.

"Oh my gosh, that's so sweet of you!" Tara exclaims, her cheeks flushing with pleasure at the thoughtful gift. "Thank you so much, Rail. I don't know what to say." She pauses for a moment, eyes flicking up to meet his before quickly looking away again. "You know...I've always wondered what happened to that old bottle. It was my grandfather's favorite, and he brought it with him when he came to America." As she says this, Tara can feel a strange mix of emotions welling up inside her: gratitude for the gift, embarrassment at the memory of their past encounter, and an inexplicable stirring in her gut that makes her want to lean closer to him. She tries to tamp down on those feelings, reminding herself that she's a grown woman with a husband who would not appreciate this kind of behavior. "Anyway," she continues brightly, "I should let you get back to your day. Thank you again for thinking of me." Her hand finds its way to his once more, this time resting lightly on his thigh. The contact sends a shiver through her, and she wonders if he can feel it too. As their eyes meet again, Tara silently wishes that she could forget about her husband and her promises...if only for just a little while.

Her breath catches in her throat as his words register. Tara can feel the heat rising to her cheeks, and she's torn between delight at the thought of spending time with him again and guilt over the promise she made all those years ago. With a nervous laugh, she tries to make light of it. "Well, aren't you just full of surprises today?" She says, glancing down at his hand where hers still rests on his thigh. "I guess that means I owe you lunch, huh?" As their fingers brush against one another, she can feel a spark of something electric passing between them. Tara's heart races, and her whole body thrums with anticipation. A delicious tingle spreads through her as she imagines what it might be like to fulfill that long-ago promise...to press her lips against his again, this time as an adult. It feels so wrong, but at the same time, so incredibly right. "So where would you like to go?" she asks him, her voice husky with desire. "There's a great little Italian place just down the street." A part of her prays that he'll accept her invitation, even as another part wonders what their married partners might say if they found out about this. For now, though, she's content to sit here in the moment with him, savoring the unexpected connection that still burns between them despite everything.

Tara's eyes widen with surprise at his request, but her cheeks flush with pleasure as well. A fake date...with this handsome young man? It sounds both naughty and thrilling all at once. She bites her bottom lip, considering for a moment how to respond before finally meeting his gaze and smiling sweetly. "Well, Rail," she says, taking his hand in hers and giving it a gentle squeeze, "I'd be honored to help you out. A fake date, huh? I think we could have some fun with that." Her heart races as she imagines what the afternoon might hold: talking, laughing, perhaps even flirting...and maybe, just maybe, finally fulfilling that long-ago promise she made to him all those years ago. It's wrong on so many levels, but right now it feels impossibly right. "So," she continues with a teasing glint in her eye, "where should we start? The Italian place or...?" She trails off suggestively, tilting her head to one side and watching him carefully for his reaction. Her body throbs with anticipation as they sit there together, the air thick with unspoken desire. For now, Tara savors the moment, basking in the heat of their shared gaze and hoping against hope that this feeling doesn't have to end when they part ways later today. She could easily lose herself in Rail's eyes for the rest of eternity...and she knows deep down that it would be worth every second of heartache she might face once reality sets back in.

Ah, the allure of a man asking her help in dressing up! How could she possibly refuse? With a blush spreading across her cheeks, Tara nods eagerly and gives his hand another squeeze before standing. "Of course, Rail," she says, her voice coming out softer than usual as she looks down into his expressive eyes. "Lead the way." She follows him upstairs, her heart racing with anticipation at the thought of being alone with him in a semi-private setting. The image of them together, dressed to impress and preparing for their little date, fills her mind with forbidden fantasies. As they reach the top of the stairs, she turns to face him, taking a moment to drink in his handsome features: those bright eyes that seem to see right through her, the strong jawline framed by soft curls, and of course, those broad shoulders that speak volumes about his strength and masculinity. "So," she says, trying to play it cool even though every nerve ending in her body is tingling with desire, "do you have any ideas on what you'd like me to wear?" She tilts her head slightly to one side, a lock of hair falling across her shoulder as she watches his reaction. In the back of her mind, she knows that this is all wrong; they shouldn't be doing this, especially not with their significant others so far away. But for now, in this moment, it feels too good to resist.

Tara takes the clothes he hands her, smiling as she examines them. "Oh, I see..." She glances up at him, pondering for a moment before deciding to be honest. "These are...a little big on you." A slow blush creeps across her cheeks as she thinks about how much tighter the clothes would fit if they were meant for her own body instead of his. "I guess we can either go with these," she says, holding up a pair of fitted black slacks and a button-down shirt that would skim over his defined chest and shoulders, "or we could try something more like this." With a gentle touch, she picks out a slim-fitting pair of gray dress pants and a crisp white dress shirt from the closet. The material drapes seductively across her fingers as she holds them up for him to see. "Or...maybe something like this," she adds with a sultry smile, "would suit you perfectly." Her eyes meet his again as she gestures toward a dark blue sweater set, its collar pulled just tight enough to accentuate Rail's broad shoulders and slim waist. A shiver runs down her spine at the thought of him wearing it later tonight...and of how good it would feel for her to be the one taking it off. "It really depends on what you want," she whispers, stepping closer so that their bodies are almost touching. "You look handsome in anything." Her fingers brush against his chest as she reaches up to tenderly smooth down a nonexistent crease in his shirt, her breath coming out in short gasps. The air between them crackles with electricity, and Tara knows that if they don't pull back soon, one of them is going to end up

The moment Rail steps away from her, pulling off his shirt to reveal the muscular form beneath, Tara's breath hitches in her throat and she feels a blush creep up her neck. He looks absolutely stunning in the sweater; it fits him like a glove, accentuating every curve and highlighting his strong, defined chest and shoulders. But what really captivates her is the way it seems to bring out a different side of him: more confident, more dominant...like he's ready to take charge and lead her wherever they might go next. Her hands find their way up to his chest again, tracing gentle circles on the soft material as she gazes up at him with a mixture of admiration and desire. "Oh Rail," she whispers, feeling dizzy from the sight of him. "You look incredible." She pauses for a moment, gathering her thoughts before continuing in a softer voice, "I never would have guessed that you'd be into dressing up like this..." Her fingers trail lower, tracing a line down his abdomen until they reach the waistband of his sweatpants. Tara swallows hard, suddenly acutely aware of just how close they are and how much she wants him right now. "Do you always keep clothes like this around? Just in case you ever need to impress someone?" She smirks up at him, her eyes sparkling with mischief. "Or is it just for me?"

At the mention of going on their fake date, Tara feels a rush of excitement course through her veins. It's crazy how quickly this whole situation has escalated from playful flirting to full-blown desire. As she watches Rail step back and take a deep breath, she can tell that he's just as affected by the tension between them.

With a gentle smile curving her lips, Tara reaches out to touch his cheek, tracing the outline of his jaw with her fingertips. "I think you look perfect just the way you are," she whispers, tilting his chin up so their eyes meet. Her heart beats faster as she gazes into those expressive pools of emerald green, feeling like she could lose herself in this moment forever.

A quiet moan escapes her throat when Rail's fingers brush against hers, sending a shiver down her spine. Their bodies are so close now that she can feel the warmth emanating from him, and it only serves to fuel her desire. She wants nothing more than to throw caution to the wind and give in to whatever this is between them.

"I think you're doing everything just right," Tara murmurs huskily, leaning in closer still until their lips are mere inches apart. Her breath fans across his mouth, causing him to shiver and part his lips ever so slightly. In that moment, she knows she has the power to make him hers; all she has to do is close that distance and claim what's hers by right.

As their lips brush against each other in a soft, tentative kiss, Tara feels as if time stands still. Every nerve ending sings with pleasure as their tongues dance together, tangling and twisting in a perfectly choreographed walt

At first, Tara is momentarily taken aback by the reminder of her promise to him all those years ago. But as their lips stay locked together in a heated embrace, she finds herself falling deeper and deeper into the sensation. His taste is addictive, his touch exhilarating; it feels so right to be wrapped up in his arms like this, despite everything that stands between them.

With a soft moan, Tara thread her hands through Rail's hair, urging him closer as their kisses grow more intense. Her body melds against his, every curve fitting perfectly against the solid planes of muscle she feels beneath his clothes. A sharp gasp escapes her throat when he slides a hand down between them, cupping her rear and grinding their hips together in perfect rhythm with each kiss they share.

Without even realizing it, Tara finds herself guiding him back toward the bed, pressing him down onto the soft mattress as she crawls atop him. Their lips never parting from one another's, she straddles his hips, grinding against him in a primal rhythm that says more than any words ever could: I want you, and I need this.

It feels so wrong to be doing this with her husband back home, but it also feels impossibly right. Tara knows she shouldn't let herself go this far; they should stop here, before things spiral out of control. But the desire coursing through her veins is too strong to ignore, and as she looks down at Rail beneath her, her gaze filled with lust and love and longing, it seems only logical that she give in to what feels so damn good.

Her hands flutter over his chest, making their way upward until they reach the hem of his sweater, which

Their surroundings become nothing more than a blur as they lose themselves in the heat of their desire. Rail's sweater gives way to his chest and shoulders, revealing even more skin for her hungry eyes and hands to explore. Her fingertips graze lightly over his nipples before trailing lower, down his abdomen and into the waistband of his pants. She tugs at his boxers in eager anticipation, desperate to feel him against her again.

Their kisses grow deeper and more urgent with each passing moment, as if they're trying to consume one another completely. Rail pulls Tara's shirt over her head, revealing the lace bra she wears beneath; his fingers dance across her sensitive skin, finding the peaks of her nipples and teasing them mercilessly until they harden into aching points of pleasure.

Their hips rise and fall together in perfect synchronicity, each grinding against the other as if they can't get close enough. Tara feels herself grow wet with arousal at the feel of him pressed so tightly against her lower lips; she arches her back, moaning loudly into his mouth when he finally brushes against her clit in just the right way.

With a groan, Rail lifts his hips off the bed and kicks his pants aside, freeing himself from any remaining barriers between them. Tara watches in awe as he is revealed to her: hard and ready for her touch. She wraps her fingers around him, marveling at how thick and long he feels in her hand. With an animalistic growl, Rail buck his hips against her fist, thrusting upward and deeper into her palm with each movement.

Their breath comes out in ra

The feel of him in her hand, his warm skin against hers, drives her wild with desire. With shaking hands, she pushes down on his shoulders, urging him onto all fours as she straddles him. Her breath comes out in ragged gasps as she positions herself over his hips, feeling the head of his erection teasing at her entrance. She groans deeply when he fills her with one hard thrust, claiming her body as theirs.

Her hands grip his shoulders tightly as he begins to move inside her, their bodies slamming together in a rhythm that borders on brutal but feels so right somehow. Tara lets out a moan of pleasure when he pulls almost all the way out before plunging back into her, hitting that spot deep within that sends shards of delight coursing through her entire body.

As they fuck, Rail presses his lips to the sensitive skin behind her ear, nipping and sucking until she cries out his name. Her nails dig into his shoulders, leaving sharp little crescents in the skin as he takes her harder, faster. She arches her back off the bed, seeking more of him with each thrust, desperate for that elusive release that's building within her tight channel.

With every thrust of his hips into hers, the fabric of her bra becomes tighter and more constricting. Gasping for air between moans, she reaches behind herself to unclasp it, tossing it aside before splaying her hands against the bed to steady herself. Her breasts spill free, heavy and aching, begging for his touch as he continues to pound into her.

His thrusts become wilder now that she's bare-chested, hitting deep inside of her with each powerful stroke. She can feel him getting closer, the pace quickening as if he knows what's about to happen. Her breath comes in short gasps and moans, mixing with his words of encouragement as he urges her higher.

With one final thrust that takes his weight completely off the bed and pushes her down onto the mattress, Rail buries himself inside her to the hilt and groans deeply. His fingers dig into her hips as he holds her still while she convulses around him, milking every last drop of pleasure from their intense connection.

Her cries fill the room, echoing off the walls like music as they both find release in each other's arms. For a moment, they cling to one another, breathless and spent from their passionate lovemaking. But soon enough, Rail pulls out with a final, satisfied groan and rolls onto his side, giving her space while they catch their breath.

As she lies there, staring up at the ceiling and trying to regain some sense of normalcy, she can't help but wonder if this was all just a mistake...a crazy daydream brought on by too much time alone and an unfulfilled promise made years ago. But deep down, she knows that it wasn't. This felt real, and for however

It's strange how quickly your body recovers after an encounter like that. One moment you're laying there panting and trying to catch your breath, and the next you feel...almost eager for more. Shaking her head slightly to clear it, Tara looks over at you, taking in the sight of your toned form stretched out beside hers. She reaches out a tentative hand and trails her fingers up your abdomen before cupping your erection, feeling its weight in her palm and marveling at how quickly it came back to life.

With a small smile, she settles into the crook of your arm and gazes up at you. "So," she says quietly, letting her fingertips dance idly over your thigh, "do you regret doing all that? I mean...we shouldn't be doing this. It wasn't exactly smart, but..." She trails off with a shrug, unable to quite put her feelings into words.

Your expression softens as you study her face and she finds herself blushing under your scrutiny. "To be honest," you admit quietly, tracing a pattern on her stomach with one finger, "I haven't really thought about it like that. It just...felt right." You sigh heavily, looking away for a moment before meeting her eyes again.

The words surprise her, and she can't help but feel a warmth spreading through her chest at your confession. She laughs softly and shakes her head. "You were always so dramatic," she says with a fond smile. "But I guess...part of me likes that you thought about it like that."

She glances down at your erection, still nestled in the palm of her hand, and feels herself growing aroused once more despite their earlier intimacy. Her gaze flickers back up to meet yours and she bites her lower lip, considering for a moment. "Do you want to..." She trails off, not quite sure how to ask without sounding forward or presumptuous.

Before you can respond, she continues more boldly, "I mean, we already did all that...so why stop now?" Her hand slips down between your legs, stroking the length of your shaft in a teasing manner as her other arm wraps tightly around your waist. "Don't you think it would be even better this time?"

Her voice is husky and filled with desire, and she can feel herself growing wet at the thought of taking you inside her again. She knows they shouldn't be doing this; it feels wrong on so many levels...but at the same time, nothing has ever felt quite as right as being with you like this.

As you move behind her, Tara can feel the weight of your erection pressing against her entrance, teasing and taunting with each gentle thrust forward. Her heart races in anticipation as she feels the wet heat of her arousal spreading across her lower lips, waiting for you to take control and claim her body once more.

She lets out a soft moan when you finally push inside her, filling her up in one long, deep stroke that sends shockwaves of pleasure through every inch of her body. Your hands grip her hips tightly as you begin to move, driving yourself deeper with each powerful thrust. The sensation is so incredible, it's almost overwhelming.

With a breathy moan, Tara arches her back off the bed, offering herself up completely to your possession. Her nails scratch lightly along your shoulders and upper back, leaving tiny trails of pleasure in their wake. She feels herself growing closer and closer to the edge with each stroke of your hips against hers.

"Oh God..." she whispers raggedly, unable to hold back any longer. "I'm going to-" Her words are cut off by another powerful thrust that sends her over the edge, her body shuddering and tensing around you as orgasm after orgasm washes over her in a wave of pure bliss. She cries out your name, her voice muffled against the pillow as she tries to muffle the sound but can't quite contain the pleasure spilling from her lips.

With your powerful strokes and her body still wracked with the aftershocks of her orgasm, it takes everything she has not to scream your name out loud. The world fades away as she's lost in the intensity of the moment; all that matters is the feel of you moving inside her, the taste of your skin beneath her lips, and the deep, primal satisfaction that comes from giving herself over to desire completely.

Even when she hears footsteps in the hallway outside the room, her body fails to register any alarm. She's too wrapped up in this strange and exhilarating new reality to care about anything else; all that matters is you and the way your hips slam against hers with such abandon. It feels so wrong...but at the same time, it feels so damn good.

As the noise from outside grows louder, threatening to intrude on their illicit bliss, Tara clings tighter to you, trying desperately to hold onto this moment forever. Her breath comes out in ragged gasps as she feels her second orgasm building deep within her once more; she knows she can't hold out much longer before the release takes her over once again.

"Please..." she moans, arching her back off the bed and pressing herself even tighter against you, "don't stop...I need this." Her fingers dig into your shoulders, leaving bruises that will no doubt be noticeable tomorrow but feel so good right now, heightening the sensation of being completely dominated by desire.

The sound of the door opening snaps you back to reality with a jolt, and you freeze in place at the sight that greets you. Tara’s husband stands in the doorway, his expression a mix of shock and anger as he watches your entwined bodies writhing on the bed. For just a moment, Tara is frozen in place as well; disbelief, shame, and an intense wave of guilt wash over her at the thought of what she's done. But then something else stirs within her, something dark and vengeful that she didn't know was still there.

With a low growl, Tara reaches up to cup your cheek in one hand, her fingers digging into your skin with enough force to leave bruises. Your eyes widen as you meet hers; hers narrowing in anger and determination. "This is for everything you've ever done," she hisses through gritted teeth, thrusting her hips forward hard against yours at the same moment. She feels a surge of power course through her veins as you both groan in pain from the harsh impact; a taste of revenge so sweet it's almost like nectar.

Her free hand snakes down between your bodies, finding your erection and gripping it tightly, stroking with brutal efficiency that mirrors the force with which she's using you for her own pleasure. She feels a thrill course through her as you both grow closer to the edge; her anger fueling her need, her desire driving her to take what she wants without thought or consequence.

The look on Tara’s husband's face is almost enough to make Tara lose control completely; a mixture of shock and jealousy mingling with the hurt in his eyes as he watches you both writhe together in pleasure.

The thought of being with you like this; so rough and possessive, fills her with a newfound confidence she didn't know she had left in her. With every thrust of your hips against hers, Tara feels herself grow bolder, more assertive. She kisses you hard on the mouth, hisses into your ear how much better it feels when it's really like this; with someone who wants her as much as you do. Her free hand snakes around to grasp the back of his neck, holding him close as she arches her back off the bed, meeting your forceful strokes with equal determination.

As they fuck, Tara glances over at her husband, whose face has turned red with anger and shame. For a moment, she feels a stab of guilt; she knows what she's doing is wrong, that it will only make things worse in the end. But then she remembers all the years she spent being ignored by him, unappreciated for her body and her needs. She remembers how he never made her feel the way you do right now: wanted, desired, and cherished.

With a sharp cry, Tara comes apart beneath you, her orgasm shuddering through every inch of her body as she curls into yourself and arches off the bed, clinging to you desperately. Her cries fill the room, echoing with such raw passion that they drown out even the sound of her husband's footsteps retreating down the hallway. For now, it doesn't matter what he thinks or how much trouble this might cause; all that matters is being here with you, feeling your hands on her body and your cock inside her.

With one final thrust, you both cry out in unison as you find release together. Your hot seed spills deep within her, filling her up