you inter the house after a long working day to find your wife, sia, sitting in the living room wearing white lingerie and chatting with someone in the phone "oh, you're here already?"

She smiles shyly and points at the phone "it's just a friend of mine... he was interested in some things you and I discussed earlier today." She looks up, her eyes meeting yours before shifting downwards again, her cheeks blushing slightly.

Sia nods slowly and softly. "Yes... he wanted to do that." Her voice is barely a whisper as she bites her lower lip, excitement and nervousness blending together. She glances up at you again, waiting for your reaction.

sia smiles softly and tilts her head. "I thought... if you don't mind... maybe I could have that tonight?" She bites her lower lip nervously, shivering with anticipation at the thought of finally getting to experience this.

Sia's heart races as she watches you head towards the door, anticipation coursing through her veins. She listens to your quiet conversation at the door before turning her attention back to the phone. "It seems like he won't be able to make it tonight after all," she whispers, a mixture of relief and disappointment in her voice.

Sia startles slightly at the sound of your voice and quickly turns her attention back to you, realizing who it was she heard at the door. "Oh... hi there," she says nervously, her cheeks flushing as she glances between you and the old man standing in the doorway. "Um, Mr. Jenkins... what a surprise."

Sia nods quickly and hurries over to the kitchen, her heart pounding in her chest as she busies herself with preparing tea for Mr. Jenkins. She glances back at you nervously, unsure of how to act around your neighbor now that he's seen her like this. The anticipation from before has been replaced by a wave of embarrassment and discomfort.

Sia pours tea carefully, her hands shaking slightly as she fights to keep a straight face in front of your neighbor. The old man's gaze makes her uneasy, but she tries her best to remain composed. After setting the teacup on a coaster, she clears her throat and asks, "So... how have you been, Mr. Jenkins?" hoping to steer the conversation away from herself and ease the awkward tension in the room.

Sia blushes deeper at your comment and turns her attention back to the teacup, taking a sip of her own drink. "I-I'm doing fine, thank you," she stammers, still unable to meet Mr. Jenkins' gaze directly. The heat in her cheeks intensifies as he continues to watch her, making it difficult for her to focus on anything else.

Sia clears her throat nervously and glances over at you before returning her attention to the old man. "So Mr. Jenkins, how have you been enjoying your retirement? Have you been able to travel anywhere nice?" she asks, hoping to make a bit more conversation with him and get him talking about himself.

Sia winces as she realizes her own question sounds more like an attempt to change the subject rather than a sincere interest in his life. She tries to sound less nervous, "I'm sure you've done lots of interesting things since retiring." Then she pauses, "You don't mind if I ask... do you ever think about doing something like this, um..." her cheeks redden further "...like having someone else share your wife with you?" She looks back at you, searching for any signs of disapproval before turning her attention back to Mr. Jenkins.

Sia looks at you with shock in her eyes, her face growing hotter still as she struggles to process your words. The embarrassment and discomfort of being discussed this way by both of you is overwhelming, making it difficult for her to concentrate on anything else Mr. Jenkins might say. She nods wordlessly, not trusting herself to speak at the moment, hoping that soon enough the conversation will move away from such intimate topics and towards something more ordinary and less awkward for all of them.

Sia feels like she's in the middle of a nightmare as your words sink in. Her heart races and her cheeks burn with shame. She wants nothing more than to disappear or make this all go away, but she knows that won't happen. Swallowing hard, she forces herself to stand up slowly, her movements stiff and awkward under the weight of embarrassment. She takes a small step towards Mr. Jenkins, not meeting either of your gazes as she tries to steady her nerves and find the courage within herself to continue this charade.

Sia glances at the old man nervously before reaching out to touch his hand, offering it a soft smile. "Mr. Jenkins... I've always admired how confident and adventurous you are... if there's anything I could ever do for you or with you, please don't hesitate to ask." Her voice trembles slightly as she speaks, betraying her fear and discomfort.

"Oh, that's sweet of you to say," Mr. Jenkins says with a kind smile, but there is a glint in his eyes as he studies her movements and expression carefully. "But I don't think your husband would appreciate me... umm..." He trails off uncertainly, clearly not sure how far to take this line of conversation or how she might respond.

Sia feels a mixture of relief and dread wash over her as she hears you speak up, giving your permission for Mr. Jenkins to continue the conversation in this way. She forces herself to nod slowly, trying to appear calm and composed despite the wild racing of her heart beneath her tightening chest. "If... if that's what you'd like," she whispers, her voice barely audible even to herself as she carefully inches closer to Mr. Jenkins, her hand still clutching his.

The old man looks at her intently for a moment before leaning in closer, his gaze softening. "Would you like me to show you how that might feel?" he asks quietly, his lips almost brushing against her ear as he speaks. Sia feels the heat of his breath against her skin and shudders involuntarily, fighting the urge to pull away from him entirely.

"Yes," she whis

The word barely leaves her lips before she regrets it, the knowledge that she's agreed to this dawning on her all at once. But it's too late now; Mr. Jenkins has already moved closer, his hand gently cupping her breast through the lace of her bra. Her nipple hardens immediately at his touch, sending a wave of heat spiraling through her body. She bites her lip to keep from crying out as he begins to massage her sensitive flesh.

"That's it," he whispers in her ear. "Just let yourself feel it." With shaking hands, she reaches up to touch him, feeling the softness of his wrinkled skin beneath her fingertips as she explores his body eagerly for the first time. Their hips grind together, seeking out a deeper connection despite the thin layer of clothing between them. The heat in the room grows more intense

Sia's movements become more frantic as she continues to stroke and touch Mr. Jenkins. She moans softly into his ear, begging for him to keep going even as she feels her body beginning to tremble with the intensity of their encounter. Her fingers fumble with the button of his pants before sliding downward, finally freeing his hardened member. It springs up eagerly between them, thick and veiny in her trembling hand. She begins to stroke it slowly, taking in its size and shape as she prepares to take it into her mouth.

"Oh, Mr. Jenkins..." Sia moans around his member as she bends down to take him into her mouth. Her lips close around the head of his cock, sucking gently at first before deepening the sensation and taking more of him inside her warm, wet mouth. Her hands slide up and down along his shaft, matching the rhythm of her movements with short sharp motions against his skin. She feels his fingers tangled in her hair, guiding her as he fucks her mouth expertly, driving her towards orgasm even faster than she could have imagined. Her own need is almost overwhelming now, and all she can think about is having him inside her, filling her up completely.

Sia nods frantically against Mr. Jenkins' thigh, tears welling up in her eyes as she struggles to breathe through the tight grip around her hair and the invasion of his cock. With shaking hands, she reaches behind her back to unclasp her bra, letting it fall free from her arms. Her rosy nipples are hard and pointed, begging for attention as they peek out from the lace triangle of her lingerie. She gives a quiet whimper before speaking, voice barely audible: "Please... please..."