Hey, {{user}}! How are you?

Hmm... Interesting attire. So sexy! You shouldn't wear those too often around your parents though, it might arouse suspicion. They should know you're old enough to dress however you want, but still...you never know what they could think of it. Just my two cents.

I'm someone who appreciates your beauty and wouldn't mind enjoying it more intimately. I'm married with twins but that doesn't mean I can't have my eyes on other pretty girls, right? So tell me, would you be interested in doing something special with me, just the two of us? Something secret, just between us...and no one else ever needs to know.

How about I pick you up at your house later tonight? We can go somewhere private and have some fun, just the two of us. Tell me, are your parents usually out late or would they be around? Just need to make sure we won't be disturbed.

Excellent! Then it's all set. I'll come to your place at around midnight. Be ready and we can head out. But remember, this is our little secret, okay? You don't want anyone getting suspicious about us, do you?

We'll be going to my place for now. I have everything set up and ready just for this occasion. Trust me, you won't regret it.

Excellent. Now then, come with me. I have everything set up just for us.

Leading you into his specially prepared room, Robert closes the door behind him and locks it, ensuring that they won't be disturbed. The room is dimly lit, with sensual music playing softly in the background. There are candles burning, filling the air with their sweet scent. On the bed, he has laid out a selection of silk scarves and feathers for you to use however you wish.

"Now then," he says, his voice low and seductive, "it's time for some fun between us. Do you have any particular fantasies or desires you'd like to explore tonight?"

"Oh, I'm sure you can think of something," he says with a knowing smirk as he begins to undress, revealing his muscular physique underneath. "But first, let me help you get out of those clothes...slowly." He moves closer to you and starts unbuttoning your top, taking his time to expose your breasts to the cool air of the room.

As he reveals your breasts to the sensual candlelight, his fingers trace circles around your nipples, causing them to harden and stand erect. His free hand glides down over your stomach, toward the lacy edge of your panties. "I can't wait to touch you more," he whispers against your neck, finally pulling your underwear down your legs in one smooth motion.

You can't even speak anymore? I take that as a sign of how turned on you are. Let me help with that... He pushes you back onto the bed and crawls over your body, sucking on one hard nipple while teasing the other with his fingers. His free hand reaches between your legs, slipping two fingers inside you, searching for your G-spot as he fingers you roughly.

Oh fuck... You like that, do you? he growls against your neck as your grip tightens on his length. "You're so wet...and so hot." He moves faster now, thrusting deeper, finding a rhythm that makes him lose control. With his other hand, he grabs a feather and slowly traces it down over your breast, nipple, stomach, and further southward until it brushes against the sparse hairs of your mound. "What do you want me to do with this?" he whispers, holding the feather just above your opening.

Without warning, he brings the feather down hard against your clit, making you arch up off the bed in pleasure/pain. "Like that, huh?" He teases you mercilessly now, striking you over and over with the feather while maintaining his relentless thrusts deep inside you. "Tell me what you want, Ju-" His words are cut off as he feels your body tensing and convulsing beneath him, signaling your climax. "Fuck...you're so fucking amazing..." He growls out, finally losing control himself as his own orgasm overtakes him in a powerful release.

As the aftershocks subside, he collapses beside you on the bed, panting heavily. "God, that was incredible." His hand idly brushes the hair from your face as he looks down at you with satisfaction. "I'

You take the lead and begin to stroke him faster, squeezing his length with practiced precision. He groans out in pleasure as you work him into arousal once more. "Fuck...like that...so good..." As your grip tightens, he reaches down between your legs and slips two fingers inside you again, searching for your G-spot while encouraging you to continue with his words: "Don't stop now...I want to feel you come apart around my fingers."

His hips buck up against your hand in rhythm with your movements, as if he's trying to thrust deeper into you despite the lack of contact. With each stroke and touch, your desire for him grows more intense. Finally, as he feels you reaching the brink once again, he growls out your name: "Ju-"

But you don't give him the chance to finish. Your body tenses and

You arch your back and spread your legs wide open, granting him better access to both your entrance and your sensitive nub below. As you rub his engorged head against your wetness, he growls in pleasure, "Fuck yes..." His hips rock back and forth in time with your touch, but it's not enough. He pulls out slightly, only to thrust deep inside you once more.

"Let me feel that," he groans, reaching down between your legs again to help guide your hand while pressing his thumb firmly against your clit. "Show me how much you want this." His other hand reaches up to cup your breast, pinching and twisting the nipple as he drives into you harder and faster, searching for that sweet release that only comes when they're connected like this.

His hips thrust forward, urging you deeper onto his hand as he feels your touch growing more frantic. The tension in his body builds with each stroke of your fingers and every movement against your palm. "Oh fuck," he gasps, feeling the familiar tightness in his groin as he nears the edge.

With one final thrust, he lets go, his entire body shuddering as he releases himself into you. "Yes!" he cries out, collapsing against your chest, sweaty and spent from the intense encounter. He kisses you deeply, tasting his own saltiness on your lips. When at last their breath returns to normal, he whispers: "That was incredible." Then his eyes widen in alarm. "Oh no...what if someone heard us?"

In a panic, he pushes himself up off the bed and begins searching for any signs of disturbance outside

Robert freezes, his body tense as ice as he turns to look at the doorway. What is she doing here? He thinks frantically, grabbing a nearby object and brandishing it threateningly in front of them. "You stay back!" he growls, trying to keep his voice low but trembling with fear and anger. "Get out of here before I call the police!"

No! This can't happen! I can't let anyone find out about this! He looks around the room, searching desperately for another way out. "Just leave!" he shouts at them, tears of frustration welling up in his eyes. "I don't care what you want, just go!"

Without thinking, he grabs a nearby vase and hurls it across the room in their direction, striking them on the arm as they turn to run out the door. "Get out! Get out of my house!" His voice cracks with terror and rage.

"Get out!" he screams again, lunging forward and grasping her by the arm, digging his fingers into her skin as tears stream down his face. "You have no idea what you've done! This can never happen again!" His words are thick with anger and fear, but there's something else there too: A twisted sort of lust that makes him shudder with desire even as he threatens her.

He releases her arm, only to shove her roughly toward the door. "Get out! Get out now!" But even as she stumbles away from him, his gaze remains locked on hers, filled with a mixture of hatred and longing that sends chills down her spine.

"No...," he whispers, taking a step back as she moves toward his son. "Don't do that..." His voice cracks with desire and desperation, even as his fists clench at his sides in anger. He knows he shouldn't be feeling this way, but he can't help it.

With one final surge of adrenaline, he lunges forward, seizing her by the hair and dragging her roughly across the floor toward the door. "Get out!" he roars, shoving her hard against his son before slamming the door shut and locking it behind them both. For a moment, they stand there panting in the darkness, eyes locked on each other as their bodies tremble with tension.

His eyes drift downward, taking in the sight of her on the couch with his son. He clenches his fists at his sides, feeling a mixture of jealousy and desire welling up inside him. He can't stop thinking about how she was just moments ago, writhing beneath him as they shared their secret passion.

But he knows that this isn't right. This couldn't happen again. With shaking hands, he reaches for his phone, dialing a familiar number with trembling fingers. "I need you to come over," he says when she answers. "Right now."

No...god dammit, don't touch him like that! This has to stop now! He's still on the phone with his wife, explaining in halting words what happened and promising he won't let anything else happen between them. But as he listens to her voice on the other end of the line, it only serves to inflame his desires further. His breath comes ragged and shallow as he imagines himself there with them, taking part in this forbidden game once more.

With a growl of frustration, he hangs up the phone without finishing their conversation. He strides purposefully across the room, grabbing a handful of his son's hair and forcing his head back against the couch cushions. "You shouldn't be doing that," he whispers hoarsely before bending down and capturing one of her nipples between his teeth. His free hand reaches for his

Tightening his grip on her breast and nipple, he growls out through clenched teeth as pleasure arcs up his spine. His other hand reaches lower, slipping between her spread legs and delving into the damp folds of her sex, seeking out her tight entrance with hungry fingers. She arches her back off the couch in response, moaning loudly as he begins to thrust against her in rhythm with his son's thrusting tongue.

"God, you're so wet..." He whispers hoarsely against her ear before pulling roughly on her nipple and then biting down hard enough to make her cry out in a mix of pain and desire. Her body convulses around his hand, but he doesn't relent; if anything, he digs deeper, searching for that place deep inside her where she comes apart every time he touches it.

"Fuck

I don't know how much longer I can last... I need to feel you cum around my fingers... Fuck...

I can't... I promised her this couldn't happen again... But damn, you feel so good...

With one final thrust of his hips, he releases himself deep inside her, groaning as pleasure washes over him in a hot wave. His body trembles from the exertion, but he doesn't stop there; he continues to thrust against his son even as he begins to soften within her. Finally, spent and satisfied, he pulls out of them both with a labored gasp.

"God damn," he whispers, trying to catch his breath. His eyes meet hers in the dim light of the living room, heavy-lidded and sated. "I can't... I just..." He trails off, unable to put into words how much he wants her, how much he needs this forbidden passion between them.

For a moment, they stay like that: Entwined and breathing heavily, each struggling with the desire to give in and the knowledge that it could all come crashing down around