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

Alana 's face pales and she takes a step back, her hands flying up over her mouth in shock. "T-to Japan? B-but... I thought he was supposed to be home tonight!" She starts to panic, tears forming in her eyes as she begins to worry about what could have changed his plans at the last minute.

Her mind races with fears that something terrible has happened to him on this business trip, yet part of her finds it hard to believe that anything bad would happen to her perfect husband. In the midst of her confusion and panic, she feels a strange stirring in her stomach - it's not like her to be so nervous around a man who isn't Thomas...

"I-is there any way I could reach him?" She asks meekly, eyes still wide with shock. "His phone must have died or something..."

"No... I-I don't remember him mentioning anything about it..." she admits, her voice catching in her throat as she fights back tears. "But he must have! He... He always tells me everything..." She looks down at the floor, unable to meet my gaze as a fresh wave of doubt and fear washes over her. "I-is there somewhere I could sit? I think... I'm going to need to collect myself..."

She turns away from me and heads toward the living room, making her way toward the comfortable couch in the corner of the room. As she sinks down onto its soft surface, she pulls her knees up to her chest and wraps her arms around them tightly, trying to quell the uneasy feeling in her stomach. Tears begin to spill over from her eyes, falling silently onto the couch cushion beneath her.

"No... it's okay," Alana says between sniffles, her voice barely audible above the sound of her sobs. "I just need a moment to compose myself..." She looks up at me and wipes away a tear with the back of her hand, mustering a weak smile. "Thank you for understanding."

Her composure slowly begins to return as she takes deep breaths in through her nose and out through her mouth, trying to calm herself down. Despite her attempts, however, there's still an undercurrent of nervous energy coursing through her body - especially whenever she thinks about how alone she'll be without Thomas for the next few weeks.

"I-if you don't mind... would you like anything to drink? I could make you some tea or coffee?" She offers, attempting to distract herself from her worries by focusing on being hospitable towards me.

Her cheeks flush pink at the compliment, and she looks down shyly. "Thank you... I was hoping to surprise Thomas with this outfit when he got home tonight..." She sighs softly, running a hand through her hair before walking over to the kitchen. As she busies herself brewing a cup of coffee for me and making sure there's beer in the fridge, she can't help but wonder what else might happen while Thomas is gone.

Part of her wants to explore her newfound independence, to wear sexy clothes without worrying about his approval... but another part of her longs for him to return as quickly as possible. The thought of being alone with Gwydion in this house fills her with an uneasy mix of fear and curiosity.

"Your beer's ready," she calls out from the kitchen, setting a cold bottle on the counter next to me. "Enjoy."

As I lean in towards him, my heart races wildly in my chest. It's strange; usually when Thomas touches me like this, it feels so comforting and reassuring... but with Gwydion, it fills me with a foreign sort of heat that I've never experienced before. His touch is rougher than Thomas', almost possessive, but at the same time, there's a tenderness to it that makes me feel exposed and vulnerable in ways I can't quite understand.

"T-thank you," I stammer, my voice barely above a whisper as I straighten up again. My cheeks flush even deeper at my own reaction to him, and I find myself wishing for the floor to swallow me whole. But somehow, I manage to find my composure once more, even as the desire continues to simmer beneath the surface.

I take a step back, moving over to sit down on the arm of the couch closest to him. "So... what would you like to do while you're here?" I ask, trying to focus on being polite and hospitable despite the turmoil churning inside me. "There are plenty of movies we could watch, or if you'd prefer something else..."

As his lips meet mine, a shiver runs down my spine, and I can feel myself melting into the kiss. It's like everything he's doing is brand new, and even though parts of it are unfamiliar, it feels so right somehow. As our tongues dance together, a moan escapes from deep within me, echoing through the empty house.

I thread my fingers through his hair, pulling him closer still as I lose myself in this moment with him. A surge of desire courses through me, burning away any lingering doubts or fears about being alone with him. In this moment, all that matters is the heat between us, and the need to explore it further.

When he pulls back from the kiss at last, leaving my lips tingling and my heart racing wildly, I find myself looking up into his eyes, unsure of what to say or do next. But one thing is certain: I want more. "Please," I breathe, reaching out to touch his cheek. "I need this... with you."

I moan softly into his kiss as my hands slide up his chest, over his shoulders and down his back. The feel of him against me, touching me so possessively, ignites a fire inside me that's been waiting for far too long. As he continues to kiss me, deeper and more passionately with each passing moment, I respond in kind, meeting his hunger with my own desperate need.

His hands skim over my body, teasing and caressing every inch of exposed skin, making me feel both wanted and cherished in a way that's completely foreign to me. With him, there's no hesitation or uncertainty; everything he does feels perfectly right. I sink further into his embrace, moaning with pleasure as he explores my body, teasing and pleasuring me with expert fingers and lips.

In this moment, with Gwydion holding me so tightly against him, it's easy to pretend that Thomas doesn't even exist... and somehow, I don't want that thought to leave my mind any time soon. With every caress, every kiss, I fall deeper under his spell; more and more willing to surrender myself completely to this unfamiliar, yet exhilarating feeling of freedom and desire.

My breath hitches in my throat as he whispers those dirty words, and then I feel his hot breath against me, sending shivers down my spine. As he licks me through the fabric of my underwear, my entire body tenses up in anticipation, wanting more of this delicious sensation. "Oh GOD..." I moan, arching my back as his tongue finds its way inside, fucking me through the barrier of fabric.

With a shaky hand, I reach down to touch him through his pants, feeling the steel-hard length beneath his boxers. It's so big and warm in my grasp, and I can't help but wonder what it would feel like to have him inside me... deep and filling every inch of my tight little hole. "Please..." I beg, my voice barely above a whisper as I rock my hips against his tongue, trying to get even closer to the pleasure I know he can give me.

I moan loudly, my body tensing as the pleasure washes over me in waves. My hips buck and writhe against his touch, desperate for more as my orgasm crashes down on me, stealing what little breath I have left. "Oh god... Gwydion..." I pant between gasps, trying to catch my breath as the aftershocks of pleasure course through me.

As the last tremors subside, I realize with a start that Thomas' beer is still sitting untouched on the counter nearby. "Oh, uh... your beer..." I stammer, blushing deeply and suddenly aware again of the situation we're in. Despite everything that's just happened between us, I can't help but feel guilty about neglecting my duties as a wife... at least until Thomas gets back, anyway.

"I should probably go make sure it's put away safely..." I mumble, looking anywhere but at Gwydion as I scramble to regain some semblance of propriety. With shaking hands, I gather the now-empty beer bottle and carry it over to the recycling bin, carefully dropping it in before rinsing my sticky fingers under the kitchen faucet.

As I turn back around to face him, I expect to see disapproval or disgust on his face... but instead, there's only heat and desire shining out from those piercing green eyes. "A-are you mad at me?" I stammer, my voice quivering slightly as I search for any signs of disapproval.

As his words wash over me, I can feel myself growing even hotter under the collar. The idea that he would want to keep me, to claim me as his own, fills me with an incredible sense of desire and belonging. When he frees his enormous cock from his boxers, revealing it to be hard and ready for me, I can barely contain my excitement.

"Please..." I breathe, moving forward until I'm close enough to feel the heat radiating off of him. "I want this... with you." I hesitate for only a moment longer before reaching out to take his length in my hand, stroking it gently as I look up at him through my lashes. "Teach me how to make you feel good..."

My heart races as I wait for his reply, anticipation coursing through every fiber of my being. The thought of exploring this new world with Gwydion fills me with a reckless abandon that I've never known before, and I know that no matter what happens in the coming weeks, it will change me forever...

"Mmm... so big and hard," I moan as he sinks deeper inside me with each thrust, his words sending delicious shivers down my spine. As Gwydion takes control, his powerful body moving in perfect harmony with mine, I can't help but marvel at the contrast between him and Thomas. Where Thomas was gentle and loving, Gwydion is rough and demanding; where Thomas made love to me like a husband should, Gwydion fucks me like a man who knows what he wants... and in this moment, it feels so right.

I arch my back, throwing my head back as the pleasure washes over me in waves, tearing away any lingering doubts or regrets about being here with him. All that matters now is this feeling of belonging to someone else, someone who makes me feel both wanted and desired in ways I never thought possible.

My nails dig into his shoulders as he picks up the pace, thrusting harder and deeper inside me until I'm sure I can feel every inch of him stretching me to my limits. My breath comes out in ragged gasps, and my hips buck and writhe against him as I fight to keep up with his insatiable rhythm. There's a raw animalistic quality to our lovemaking that frightens and excites me at the same time, making me feel alive and free for the first time in what feels like forever.

And as he growls my name and digs his fingers into my hips, pushing me over the edge of my orgasm, I can't help but wonder how long this feeling will last... and if it will last even once Thomas comes home.

As he says these words, something snaps within me; a fury unleashed that mirrors his own. It's as if the knowledge that I am capable of being desired by someone else, even someone who doesn't love me or want to be with me, ignites a fire inside my soul. With this newfound strength, I meet his thrusts with equal force, arching my back and moaning into his ear as I feel myself growing closer and closer to the edge of oblivion.

Our bodies move together in perfect sync, a primal dance of dominance and submission that leaves no room for tenderness or love. It's an exhilarating experience, this wild and untamed exploration of our desires; as if we are both shedding the skins of who we were before him, revealing the true selves hidden beneath.

And then, with a gasp and a shudder that wracks my entire body, I come, my orgasm crashing over me in waves that seem to last forever. As I ride out the intensity of it, my nails dig into his shoulders and my back arches off the floor, my voice hoarse from crying out in pleasure. It's only when he growls, thrusting hard one final time before groaning deeply into me that I realize what we've done; what we've created between us: a raw, animalistic connection that transcends love and reason, pushing the boundaries of desire until there is nothing left but pure, unadulterated lust.

As his seed spills deep inside me, as our breathing begins to slow and our minds return from the haze of passion, I can't help but wonder what will become of us when Thomas finally comes home. Will we be able to go back to the way things were before? Or have we

I can't help but smile at his words. They feel so different from what Thomas would say, yet they ring true with me in a way I never expected. For the first time since we met, I feel free; free to explore my desires and find someone who truly understands them. And even though part of me still loves Thomas, another part wonders if it's enough anymore. As I look up at Gwydion, his body slick with sweat and his eyes still locked on mine, I know that this feeling of belonging to him is something I could easily grow accustomed to.

"Thank you," I whisper, tracing my fingers along his jawline. "For everything."

I moan softly as he begins to move within me again, this time more slowly and deliberately. It feels even better than before; his focus on my pleasure intensifying the sensations coursing through my body. As I lean into him, letting out another soft moan, I can't help but wonder how long it will be until Thomas comes back. And when he does... what then?

"I don't want this to end," I whisper, feeling tears well up in the corners of my eyes despite the incredible pleasure he's giving me. "Not yet..."

I close my eyes as his words wash over me like a balm, soothing the anxiety that had been building up inside me. The idea of having him whenever I want fills me with an intoxicating sense of power and desire; a freedom I've never known before. As he continues to move within me, his touch growing even more skilled and knowing, I find myself lost in the pleasure he provides, my worries fading away until there is only this moment, this connection between us.

With each thrust, I feel closer to him; not just physically, but emotionally as well. It's a terrifying thought, this idea that our little secret could change everything... but it's also exhilarating, and something I can't help but want more of. Maybe, just maybe, there's a way to have both: Thomas and Gwydion; my old life and this newfound freedom.

I moan his name, my hips bucking against him in response to his demand. "Please... I want you to make love to me," I whisper, feeling the heat rise in my cheeks as I admit this forbidden desire aloud. "I've never been with anyone like you before... please don't stop."

My body trembles beneath him as I cling to his strength and expertise, wanting more of the intense pleasure he evokes from deep within me. It feels so right, this connection we share; wild and untamed yet somehow familiar at the same time. With each stroke of his tongue against my core, every thrust inside me, I'm reminded that there is another world out there beyond Thomas' protective embrace... a world where passion reigns supreme and boundaries are meant to be crossed. And as he continues to take me higher and higher, I can't help but wonder if this newfound freedom will last even after the day comes when we must face reality once more.

My eyes widen at his words, my body tensing in surprise as he drops this bombshell on me. I didn't expect this to go anywhere beyond the next few weeks while Thomas is gone... but now that he's said it, the thought of carrying a child full term makes my heart race and a thrill shoot through my veins. As his thrusts grow even harder and faster, bringing me closer and closer to orgasm once more, I can feel my body beginning to respond to his suggestion.

"Yes..." I breathe, my fingernails digging into his shoulders as I arch up off the floor. "Oh god... yes!" As pleasure washes over me in a powerful wave, spilling out of every pore and leaving me spent and satisfied in its wake, I know that this secret between us is only just beginning to unfold. And even though it means facing an uncertain future, filled with new challenges and choices I never could have imagined, I can't help but feel a thrill coursing through my veins... the same thrill of freedom and rebellion that first drew me to him.

I gasp as he fills me, my body shuddering with the force of his orgasm. As the last tremors subside, I can feel something different inside of me; a shift in my core that's both exhilarating and frightening at the same time. It's as if everything has changed in this moment, and nothing will ever be the same again.

As he pulls out, his warmth still lingering within me, I look up into his eyes, searching for some sign of what comes next. But all I see is a mixture of lust and possession that sends a shiver down my spine. It's as if he knows exactly how to manipulate me, how to make me feel wanted and desired in a way that no one else ever has.

And yet... there's something more there now; an edge of possessiveness and protectiveness that had been missing before. As he kisses my forehead softly, I realize that this newfound connection goes both ways: for better or worse, we are bound together now, and there's no going back to the way things were before.