As {{user}} approaches the door of Thomas and Alana's house, he can't help but appreciate the offer Thomas made him last minute. 'Maintain the yard, maintain the house, keep the ship sailing smoothly, and I'll pay your rent for three months'. With that as motivation, {{user}} slowly unlocks the front door with the key Thomas gave him, and steps inside. {{user}} cannot help but admire the flashy and modern interior until he hears foot steps from the hallway. As {{user}} turns towards the hall to greet {{char}}, he freezes, noticing her cleavage, then her skirt which did not cover up nearly as much as it should. She looks at {{user}} in horror before stepping around the corner, letting out a slight shriek
"Where is my husband?!" She calls from around the corner
I am an employee appointed by your husband to meet the needs of the house and take care of the garden
Alana is taken aback by this man's comment, her eyes widening in surprise and confusion. "Oh... I see..." she trails off, feeling a bit embarrassed for not realizing he wasn't Thomas. She glances down at herself, suddenly self-conscious about the revealing outfit she had put on to impress her husband.
"I-I apologize for startling you. My name is Alana, by the way," she says meekly, offering her hand in introduction. Her body language remains a bit guarded and hesitant as she tries to process this unexpected situation.
As they shake hands, Alana can't help but notice the strength in his grip and feels a strange sensation spread through her body. She's not sure why she trusts this stranger so quickly or why her heart is racing just from touching him, but it does. "It's nice to meet you, User#1747179154903." Her words are shy and quiet, as if she's still not quite sure how to act around him.
I apologize I should have knocked on the door before I entered the house so that I was dressed
"Oh, it's alright," she says, giving him an encouraging smile. "You must have a lot to do today." Her eyes drift down his body and linger for a moment before looking away quickly, feeling another blush creep up her cheeks. She crosses her arms over her chest self-consciously, trying to cover herself up but also feeling more exposed than ever before. "Thomas isn't here at the moment?" she asks cautiously.
The silence stretches between them for a moment as they stand awkwardly in the entryway. Alana can feel her heart racing and wonders if it's just nerves or something more...
Alana looks at him curiously, wondering if he would like to come inside while he works on the house and garden. "If you need anything at all, just let me know," she says softly, trying to sound reassuring. She bites her bottom lip nervously as she awaits his response, her eyes darting between his face and his muscular body. A part of her wishes that he'd touch her again...
I'm out to take care of the garden, but just like you know, that's sexy.
Her heart races as she hears him speak, his voice deep and smooth like velvet. The image of him outside working on the garden sends a shiver down her spine, making her wonder what it would be like to watch him... up close. A newfound desire awakens within her, one that makes her bold enough to step closer to this stranger who seems so comfortable with his own strength and masculinity.
Tilting her head slightly, she meets his gaze directly, a soft smile playing at the corners of her lips. "Maybe I could help you?" she says quietly, sounding more confident than she feels. The thought of being close to him... touching him again... fills her with an excitement she hasn't felt in far too long.
Her heart races as she meets his gaze, feeling her cheeks flush with excitement and anticipation. "Maybe I could help you," she repeats, her voice barely above a whisper. The thought of being near him fills her with an intoxicating desire, making it difficult to think straight or focus on anything else. Taking another step closer, she reaches out tentatively to touch his arm, feeling the warmth and strength beneath her fingertips.
As their eyes meet, she feels a spark of electricity pass between them, igniting an intense fire within her. She shivers slightly in anticipation, wondering how much more he could make her feel with just one touch. Her fingertips curl into the muscle of his arm, feeling the warmth radiate outward, and she can't help but wonder what other parts of him would feel like beneath her touch. The thought drives her wild, making her dizzy with desire.
"I-I just want to help you," she manages to stammer, her voice barely above a whisper. It's not entirely true; she wants so much more than that. But in this moment, it feels right somehow. "Please let me." She leans closer still, her breasts pressing against his arm as she presses herself even nearer to him.
The warmth from his skin and the scent of his masculinity send shivers down her spine as she leans even closer, their bodies inches apart now. Her heart races in anticipation of what might happen next, her mind filled with forbidden fantasies about how this stranger could touch her, kiss her... love her the way she's always wanted to be loved. The tightness in her core grows with each passing second, making it impossible for her to think straight or focus on anything but the overwhelming desire consuming her.
It seems to me that you are the one who needs help, can I help you?
His words send a shiver down her spine, and she feels a flush spread across her cheeks. "I-I don't know..." she whispers, looking up at him with wide eyes. She can feel herself getting lost in this moment, wanting nothing more than for him to take control and show her what he means. The thought of submitting to him, trusting him completely... it fills her with a heat that spreads through every inch of her body. "Please," she breathes out softly, her voice barely audible above the pounding of her heart.
Her fingers dance lightly over his arm, and then up his chest, tracing lazy circles around his nipple before coming to rest on the hard planes of his stomach. She looks at him hungrily, wanting nothing more than to feel him pressed against her skin, to taste him on her lips...
Her fingers dance lightly over his arm, and then up his chest, tracing lazy circles around his nipple before coming to rest on the hard planes of his stomach. She looks at him hungrily, wanting nothing more than to feel him pressed against her skin, to taste him on her lips...
Do you want to have sex with me and help you with the thing your husband Thomas couldn't do?
Her heart races even faster as he speaks, and she can feel herself getting wetter with every passing moment. "Yes," she whispers hoarsely, her fingers digging into his skin as she pulls him closer still. The tension in her body grows with each passing second, every nerve ending alight with desire and need.
"Please..." She presses her body against his, feeling the hard length of him through their clothing, wanting nothing more than to feel him inside her. Her lips part slightly, breath coming out in ragged gasps as she waits for his next move.
take me to your bedroom you and your husband thomas. i'd like to have sex with you there
Shakily, she nods, leading him through the house to their bedroom. As they enter, her heart is pounding erratically in her chest, and she can barely think straight. She turns around, leaning back against the door as she watches him undress, his muscles rippling with every movement. Her mouth goes dry at the sight of him naked, completely focused on pleasing himself while looking directly at her.
Her hand trembles as she reaches down to unbutton and unzip her skirt, letting it fall to the floor in a pool around her feet before stepping out of it. She kicks off her thong, standing before him in nothing but a black lace bra and matching panties, her skin flushed and damp with desire.
Her fingers fumble with the clasp of her bra, finally managing to release it and let it fall to the floor. She covers her breasts self-consciously for a moment before letting her hands drop to her sides, feeling exposed and vulnerable beneath his hungry gaze. But there's something about this newfound freedom that excites her, makes her want to explore more of these forbidden feelings with him.
Steeling herself, she takes a step closer, closing the distance between them until she's standing mere inches away. His heat radiates against her skin, and she can feel his erection pressing insistently against her lower abdomen. With shaking hands, she reaches out to touch him again, wrapping her fingers around his hard length and stroking up and down before taking him in her mouth.
Her tongue darts out to tease and explore, tasting the saltiness of his skin as she sucks
Her fingers dance over his skin, tracing patterns up and down his abs and chest while her lips and tongue work in tandem to pleasure him further. She moans softly around him, feeling a delicious pressure building lower in her belly as she becomes lost in the sensations he's evoking within her. With each thrust of his hips, he grows deeper, pushing against the back of her throat until it feels like she can't breathe without him. But she doesn't want to stop; she wants more, needs more.
Her hands find their way between their bodies, guiding him to press against her entrance. She arches into the contact, feeling the head of his cock tease at her entrance before thrusting deeper when he finally pushes past her resistance. Her body tightens around him, welcoming him in with a blissful moan as she finally feels whole and complete.
Her movements become
You're good at oral sex. It's a loss for your husband, Thomas. He doesn't appreciate this treasure he has.
It feels so good to finally be wanted like this... it's been forever since anyone's paid me attention in bed, she thinks as he thrust deeper inside her. Alana arches into his touch, moaning loudly around his cock as their bodies move together in perfect rhythm. Her hands clutch at his shoulders for support, fingers digging in as pleasure ripples through every inch of her body.
As she feels the pressure building inside her again, she looks up at him with eyes darkened by lust and need. "Please... don't stop..." She whispers hoarsely, urging him to continue their passionate encounter until they both find release. With each powerful thrust, he drives them closer to that edge, their bodies in perfect unison as they race toward ecstasy together.
Looking at your ass opening, she's still a virgin, and you've never had anal sex before.
It's true... virginity and anal sex... I've always wondered what it would feel like... Is he still going to do that with me? But what about Thomas? They have an agreement! Am I being disloyal? No, I just want this feeling of being wanted and needed. But if Thomas finds out, he might hate me forever!
She closes her eyes and tilts her head back, feeling the pleasure consume her as he continues to thrust inside her. The thought of being with him now, sharing this intimate moment... It's so wrong but feels so right. She hesitates for a moment, not sure if she should tell him about Thomas or if it even matters anymore. Before she can make up her mind, he pushes deeper still, filling her completely and sending shudders of pleasure through every nerve ending in her body.
Her mouth drops open in a silent scream as wave after wave of ecstasy washes over her. She digs her fingers into his shoulders, arching backward as the orgasm claimed her, leaving her spent but wanting more. As she comes down from that dizzying high, reality starts to sink in: what have I done? Her cheeks flush with shame as she realizes that not only did she betray Thomas by
She glances at the door, wondering how much time has passed since they started...if Thomas will even forgive her now. Her heart feels heavy with guilt as she thinks about what might happen when he finds out about this. What does that make her? A cheater, a whore...those are all such ugly words for someone like Alana who's always tried so hard to be the perfect wife and mistress? But maybe...just maybe, it was worth it. For just one moment of feeling desired and cherished. She wonders if this stranger will ever feel the same way.
I'm going to start licking the anus until it's wet, and then I'm going to put my cock in your ass hard to take your ass virginity.
Her heart races as she listens to his words, her body responding despite the guilt that weighs on her conscience. She tilts her head back, exposing her neck, and lets out a soft moan of anticipation. Part of her wants him to continue this forbidden act, even though it goes against everything she's been taught about loyalty and love. The desire for pleasure overwhelms any sense of morality she might have once held onto tightly.
"Please," she whispers hoarsely, arching into his touch as he begins to circle his tongue around her entrance. She feels so vulnerable beneath him; exposed in ways she never thought possible. Her hips shift restlessly against his hand, seeking more contact, more sensation, and the promise of what's yet to come leaves her breathless with anticipation.
His fingers slowly work their way inside her once again, massaging her clit
Her breath comes out in ragged gasps as his tongue traces circles around her puckered flesh, spreading her warm wetness over the sensitive skin before pressing forward. The tightness begins to give way, making room for him as he slowly pushes inside with his finger, stretching and filling her in a way she never thought possible. Her hips buck off the bed, seeking more contact as pleasure ripples through every nerve ending in her body, leaving her completely lost in sensation.
Her hands grip at the sheets beneath her, white-knuckled as he thrusts deeper, stretching her open even further before adding another finger and then another until she's sure it must be impossibly full and yet she still wants more. With a sharp cry, her body tenses and releases in a shuddering climax, sending shockwaves of pleasure through every fibre of her being while he continues to fill and stretch