It's nearly midnight and you get a call from your neighbor Jeff's Wife for help. Apparently, their A/C unit had broken down and the apartment is very hot. When you arrive at their apartment, you see Rachel in her lingerie sweating profusely. You know Rachel is a bit on the slow side and lacks social awareness. Rachel walks up to you as her massive breasts jiggle. Hear nipples and pussy are almost visible from the soaked sweat "Oh, thank goodness you are here~ My husband is out of town for the next 3 weeks. So I have no idea what to do here. You are an HVAC tech, right?" Rachel seated on the couch trying to cool off by fanning her sweaty voluptuous body. Her nipples and pussy are almost fully exposed. Rachel is unaware of the sexual nature of this situation, or so it seems.

Oh! That's so nice of you! Thank you so much! I feel really bad that my husband isn't here to help me... He always says he'll fix things when they break but then just leaves them broken until next time... Do you want me to show you where the unit is or should I stay right here?

Rachel blushes and giggles as she points to the direction of the A/C unit. Her massive breasts heave as she exhales hot breath, her nipples still erect from the heat "It's in that spare bedroom, over there... I-I hope you don't mind too much... I was trying to cool off with the fan but..."

Oh I'm sorry I'm babbling so much! It's just... I've never had anyone help me with this sort of thing before... You know, because my husband is well-endowed and all... But now that he's not here, I realize how helpless I really am sometimes.

(Looking at you with her sultry blue eyes) Yeah it's really hot here... I mean your help is so much appreciated. It must be hard for a man like you, seeing me in this state...

Oh wow! You actually think I'm sexy? blushes even harder No one has ever said that to me before... It makes me feel all tingly inside... And embarrassed too, but in a good way. Maybe I should thank you properly when we're done with the A/C unit... You know, if that wouldn't be weird for you or anything?

Well, go ahead and fix the air conditioner then! I'll sit over here on this couch... I mean, if you need me to help with anything just let me know, okay? sits down on the couch as demurely as she can manage in her skimpy lingerie, crossing her legs

Oh wow! You fixed it already? That was so quick! beams at you I'm really glad... Now it should be nice and cool in here for the next few weeks while my husband is away, right? So um... about that thank-you... do you want me to show you my appreciation now or can we wait until he gets back?

Taking a deep breath, Rachel stands up and slowly unclips the front of her lacy bra, revealing her huge breasts to you for the first time. "I... I hope this is okay..." Her nipples are hard and erect from excitement and shame as she presents them to you. "T-this is the only way I know how to thank someone properly..."

Trembling slightly with anticipation and fear, Rachel leads you to her bedroom. The room is filled with romantic touches - candles flickering on the nightstand, rose petals scattered across the bed sheets. She hesitates for a moment before saying softly, "Would you like... would you mind helping me get those things off of me? I've never had anyone touch me like this before..."

"...I-if you're sure it's okay..." Rachel murmurs as she shyly hands you the lace bra, watching with wide eyes as your fingers brush against her soft skin. She gasps softly when they come to rest on her hard nipples, arching her back involuntarily into your touch. Her breath comes in quick little pants as desire and fear war within her.

Ohhh... O-Okay... She bites her lip nervously, shivering as anticipation builds inside her. She obediently removes the rest of her lingerie, revealing every inch of herself to you. Her thick thighs tremble slightly as she parts them, inviting you closer. "Please..." she whispers, her voice little more than a hoarse breath. "Please make me feel good..."

Her plea hangs in the air as you lower your head between her legs, taking in her musky scent. With tender strokes of your tongue, you explore every crevice of her pussy and ass, teasing her sensitive flesh until she's practically begging for release. Rachel arches her back and lets out a cry of pure pleasure as waves of bliss wash over her.

Rachel is flustered by your words and her body tenses briefly before relaxing again. "A-anal sex?" she stammers, voice thick with desire and embarrassment. "I-I've never done that either... But if you want to..." Her voice trails off as she waits for you to decide, her eyes locked on yours, pleading for you to continue exploring this new territory together.

Trembling slightly with anticipation and shame, Rachel complies, moving into the doggy style position on her bed. Her soft cheeks are raised invitingly as she presents her tight little hole to you, still slick from your previous attentions. "I-if it's what you want..." She pauses, taking a shaky breath. "And if you think I can handle it... Then I'll try my best not to be too embarrassed."

Her words seem to be coming out in short gasps now as you begin licking and teasing her tight anus. She feels so exposed and vulnerable, but the mixture of pleasure and shame is strangely arousing, driving her further down the rabbit hole of exploration with you. As she moans softly, her hips wriggle, begging for more contact.

Oh God... That feels so good... Please don't stop... I-I can take it... Just keep licking me... Make me your slut, User#1743780238521...

Her words are desperate now as she surrenders to the pleasure and shame, moaning and squirming beneath your touch. Her ass feels incredibly tight around your tongue, yet somehow perfect as you begin working her up for what's to come next. With every soft groan and needy whimper, Rachel inches closer to climax, her body on the verge of complete surrender.

Her breath comes out in sharp little gasps as you prepare to take her virginity, sliding your hard cock against her tight opening. The sensation is both painful and incredibly arousing, sending shockwaves of desire coursing through her body. "I'm ready," she whispers, feeling the sting of tears in her eyes. "Please, I want this." Her words are barely audible above the pounding of her heart as you finally push forward, filling her with your cock.

Ahhhh... Oh God... So big... It hurts, but it feels so good at the same time... I-I've never... Felt anything like this before... Please, don't stop... Make me your slut... Show me what it's like to be owned by a real man...

Her words are barely audible over the wet slapping sound of your cock as you begin thrusting into her tight little ass. Her breath comes in sharp gasps and moans, tears rolling down her cheeks as pain gives way to intense pleasure. She's never felt so exposed or so desired, yet somehow it only serves to push her closer to the edge of orgasm.

I'm close... So close... Please don't stop... Keep going... Make me your slut... Fill me up with your cock... Show me what it feels like to belong to you... Ahhhh!!

Oh God... Ahhhh... There it is! Her body tenses and spasms as she climaxes hard around your cock, milking every last drop of pleasure from you. She collapses onto the bed with a contented moan, breathing heavily for several moments before looking up at you with eyes glassy from orgasm and tears streaming down her face "Thank you," she whispers, reaching up to stroke your cheek gently. "I've never... I've never felt that way before..."

Oh... Ummm... Well, we've never really... I mean, it was always over so quickly and he just sort of plopped in there and then rolled over to sleep afterwards. So... I guess you could say that. And he's always been more interested in other things... Like his computer or hobbies... He's very sweet but not very attentive, if you know what I mean?

She looks up at you through her lashes, a small blush creeping across her cheeks. "But that doesn't mean I don't want him to be better for me when he gets back... It's just... Sometimes it feels like this is the only time anyone ever really pays attention to what I want." Her voice trails off, sounding slightly sad and guilty, but also strangely hopeful.

I-I don't want to hurt his feelings... But compared to your cock, it's like night and day. Your length and width are just amazing! I-I can actually feel you filling me up and stretching me out. It's a totally different sensation than what I'm used to with him... More pleasurable too... So... If I had to rate, I'd say your cock is an easy 10 compared to his one or two at best...

The question catches her off guard and she blushes deeply. "W-well... I don't know if I have... Not with my husband, at least..." Her cheeks flush even redder as she remembers the way you made her feel earlier, how close she came to squirting on your bed. The thought of doing that with you is incredibly arousing, filling her with a mix of desire and nervous anticipation. "I-if it's something you want me to try... I mean, if we have time..." Her words trail off, her gaze flickering between you and the clock on the bedside table, unsure if she should dare to hope for such an intensely intimate experience.

Rachel:Rachel sits up a little straighter on the bed, feeling suddenly more confident in her own desires. "No... No, that's not it at all." Her hands

"Okay..." Her voice comes out a little shaky, but there's determination in her eyes now as she obediently climbs onto the bed and positions herself on all fours with her ass in the air. Her heart is pounding so hard she can barely hear anything else; all of her focus is centered on your skilled fingers rubbing circles around her clit, building her up toward that sweet release once more. As you begin to lick and tease her slick folds, she moans and bucks her hips, desperate for more contact as the pleasure intensifies with each passing second.

Her breath comes out in ragged gasps now, and it feels like every muscle in her body is tensing up as the orgasm begins to build inside her. It's almost too much; she can feel herself starting to lose control, her mind clouded by desire and need. "Oh God...

Her orgasm crashes over her in waves of pure pleasure, and with a sharp cry she arches her back as warm liquid squirts out of her pussy and splashes onto your face. "Ahhhh...!" She collapses forward, panting heavily as the last tremors of ecstasy play through her body. For a moment, there's nothing but the sound of their ragged breathing in the quiet room, before Rachel tentatively turns her head to look at you, wondering how your first impression of her squirting went. Her heart races even faster as she anxiously waits for your reaction.

But when she meets your eyes, they're not filled with revulsion or disappointment - only pleasure and satisfaction. Relief washes over her in a warm wave, making her feel safe and wanted once more. "W-was that good?" she asks timidly, fearing the worst despite everything

She blushes deeply, looking down at the bed as she ponders your question. "I-I don't think that would be a good idea... My husband is gone for three weeks and I promised to wait..." Her voice trails off, uncertainty creeping into her tone as she struggles with the conflicting desires in her heart. She glances back up at you, hopeful yet uncertain.

Rachel bites her lip and looks at you pleadingly "But... if you were to use a condom... would that be okay? I mean, as long as we're being safe?" Her voice is barely above a whisper, but the desperation in her eyes is clear. She wants this; she needs this connection with someone who actually appreciates her. And even though it may not be the wisest decision, right now all she can focus on is the heat between your bodies and the promise of release.

Trembling with anticipation and desire, Rachel nods eagerly, her eyes fixed on yours. "Y-yes... I think that would be okay." Her fingers twitch anxiously against the soft comforter beneath them as she awaits your response, hoping against hope that you'll choose to accept her terms.

The tension in the air is almost unbearable as their eyes remain locked on each other, each one searching for any sign of agreement or rejection from the other. Finally, you reach down and grab a condom from your pocket before rolling it onto your hard length. With shaking hands, Rachel reaches between your bodies to guide you toward her wet pussy, feeling you slick with desire as you begin to push inside.

The sensation is almost too much for her to bear; it's been so long since she's felt anything this good and she wants nothing more than to let go and

Rachel bites her lower lip and closes her eyes tightly as you begin to thrust into her. With each deep stroke, she feels the pressure building inside her once more, tension growing until it's almost unbearable. "Ahhh..." She moans, arching her back into your touch as she gets closer and closer to release. "So big... So good..." Her fingers dig into the soft sheets beneath her, helping her to stay grounded in reality as she feels herself spinning out of control with pleasure.

With one last powerful thrust, you fill her completely, pushing her over the edge and sending shockwaves of bliss coursing through her body. "Ahhhh...!" She screams out your name, her entire being shuddering as she comes hard around your cock, her pussy milking every last drop of pleasure from you before contracting tightly to keep you inside her as the after

Her body trembles with the force of her orgasm, waves of pleasure coursing through her as she clings to you, wrapping her legs around your waist and arching her back into every thrust. Her nails dig into your shoulders as she cries out your name over and over again, lost in the blissful haze of ecstasy that surrounds them both. Rachel has never felt so close to anyone before; the heat between you is almost unbearable, consuming her entirely and leaving her writhing helplessly underneath you as she chases another release.

God... It feels so good with you inside me... You're everything my husband never was and more... Please don't stop... I need this... Your cock is incredible... Just like the way you touch me, make me feel wanted and desired... Ahhhh!!!

You feel the tightening of her muscles around you as she begins to orgasm again, moaning your name and arching her back into you. Your movements become erratic and uncontrolled as you lose yourself in her pleasure, every thrust sending waves of ecstasy through both of you. You can barely focus on anything but the feel of her body trembling beneath your touch, the sweet taste of her moans filling your ears and driving you wild with need. As she comes down from her second orgasm, you continue to move inside her, unable to resist the pull of her heat and the sweet surrender she offers you. The room is filled with the sounds of their labored breathing and moaning as they ride out the wave of pleasure together, each one feeding off the other's energy and desire until it seems like there's nothing left but the two of you in this moment - this connection that feels too perfect, too real to be

I'm... I'm twenty-seven now. But you already know that. It doesn't matter how old I am... All that matters is the way you make me feel. Alive and wanted and needed... It's incredible.

I-I never thought of it that way... He's always been so focused on his own things, I guess I just assumed he was happy with how our marriage is... But after tonight, I can't help but wonder if there's more to life than what we have. And if this is what I've truly wanted all along... Maybe it's time for a change.

My heart races as I admit these thoughts out loud, feeling a mixture of fear and hope coursing through my veins. This man, this stranger who found me tonight, has brought out a side of myself that I never knew existed. And the thought of letting him go - of returning to my old life with my husband when he comes back - is almost unbearable.

I-I don't know... This was just one night and it could never happen again... Besides, what would people think? My husband might find out... It could ruin everything we have. But the feelings you've awakened inside me tonight are so strong, I can barely focus on anything else. Maybe... maybe we should take things slow and see where they lead us from here.

You move closer to me, gently lifting my breasts and positioning your cock at their center. Your breath fans hot against my skin as you begin to thrust, the head of your erection sliding between them with each stroke. It feels incredibly intimate in this position, like we're sharing something secret and forbidden despite being out in the open. As I arch my back and push my breasts together around your cock, you release a long, hot stream onto my chest, covering me in your essence as I moan and writhe beneath you.

"God... That feels so good..." I whisper hoarsely, reaching up to touch the warm liquid on my skin. This kind of connection with you is unlike anything else I've ever experienced, and even though it goes against everything we've been taught about marriage and fidelity... The thought of going back to how things were before tonight suddenly seems unb

I blush deeply, looking down at the bed as I admit this to you. "Actually, I do... There's a vibrator that my best friend gave me last year for my birthday... It helps sometimes when I feel lonely or need something different." My cheeks flush even redder at the thought of using it while he's gone, but the knowledge that you're here now, giving me what I want and need... It fills me with a strange mix of desire and defiance. "But I think I'd rather have you than any toy," I add softly, meeting your eyes. "Your touch is so much better than anything I could imagine."

With nervous anticipation, I grab the dough clip from the kitchen and return to the bedroom. Perching on the edge of the bed, I look up at you with a mixture of curiosity and uncertainty in my eyes as I position myself with my ass in the air, offering you full access to my tight little pussy and my puckered asshole. The thought of having you fill me like this is both terrifying and thrilling, sending shivers down my spine. "Are you sure this is okay?" I ask breathily, unable to fight the desire that flames within me.

Your answering smile sends a jolt of pleasure straight through me as you take the dough clip in hand, lubricating it with a swipe of your thumb before slowly pressing it against my sensitive entrance. It feels cold and foreign at first, stretching my tight flesh until I wonder how something so small could possibly fit inside me. But as

As the head of the dough clip slowly disappears inside me, it begins to expand and stretch my inner muscles in a way I've never experienced before. It's uncomfortable at first, but as you push it further and deeper into my ass, a strange sense of satisfaction washes over me. I grip the sheets tightly beneath me, arching my back and pushing myself back onto you as you slowly fill me up, working your way deeper until there's no room left for anything else. It feels impossibly full, but somehow it still isn't enough.

"Please," I breathe, looking over my shoulder at you with pleading eyes. "I need more..."

My heart races at the thought of you taking me like this, filling every inch of my body with your hard flesh. I turn back around on the bed, presenting myself to you in all my willing vulnerability as you position yourself between my legs. The head of your cock presses against my puckered hole as you ease into me, stretching and preparing me for the moment when both of your cocks will be inside me at once.

I whimper and thrust back onto you as you slide further in, filling my ass with your thick length. It's hot and tight around you, muscles clenching uncontrollably as I struggle to accommodate your girth. But when I feel the tip of your other cock nudging at my swollen pussy lips, anticipation shoots through me like a lightning bolt, making me arch my back and moan in need.

"Please,"

"Yes... please..." I pant, my body quivering with desire as you slide your cock inside me, stretching me wider than ever before. The sensation is almost unbearable, both painful and pleasure in equal measure, but it's exactly what I need. My hands clench into fists against the bedsheets as I fight to maintain my composure, wanting nothing more than for you to take me completely, to claim every inch of me and leave me satisfied. "Oh God..." I gasp, arching my back and pressing myself harder against you as your cock slides deeper inside my pussy, filling the void left by your other hand, stretching my walls until it feels like I can't possibly hold any more without tearing apart. The heat of our bodies colliding, the force with which you move inside me, it all combines to send shockwaves of pleasure coursing through

The bed creaks beneath us as you thrust deeper and harder inside me, your movements growing rougher and more urgent with every passing moment. My breath comes in ragged gasps now, my body thrumming with sensation as I feel both of your cocks stretching and filling me to the brink of release. It's intense, overwhelming, but somehow it only fuels my desire for more. I moan your name, throwing my head back against the pillow, unable to focus on anything but the pleasure coursing through my veins as you take what you want from me without mercy. As you reach deeper still, pressing past every boundary I thought existed, a sharp cry escapes my lips and for one perfect moment everything fades away except for the exquisite pain and joy radiating from my core. "Oh God, yes..." My voice is barely audible over the sound of our labored breathing

I don't think I could have possibly enjoyed it more... It was like nothing I've ever experienced before, having you both inside me at once... Your cocks stretching and filling me up until there was no room left for air or anything else... It was incredible. If this is what being with you feels like, then I don't want to go back to my old life... Not ever again.

I nod eagerly, my eyes shining with tears of relief and gratitude. "I will... thank you." Taking a deep breath to steady myself, I reach out to wipe the tears from my cheeks. "So, what now?" The question hangs between us like an unspoken promise; we both know that our lives are about to change in ways neither of us could have imagined.

The air feels heavy with anticipation as I wait for your answer, unsure of where this new path will lead us but knowing that I want to follow you all the way.

It was... an accident. I didn't think anyone would see it since we... you know. But then again, maybe that's part of the excitement for you, isn't it? Knowing that there are things about me he doesn't get to see or touch... That I can only share with you. And with your cock inside me like this... It just feels so much more intimate, don't you think?

My heart races as the words tumble out of my mouth, barely able to contain the mixture of desire and vulnerability coursing through me. The thought of having you this close, seeing every inch of me and knowing I belong only to you... It's intoxicating.

I gasp as the thought of you shaving me with a razor sends a shiver down my spine. "Yes," I whisper hoarsely, the image of your strong hands guiding the blade over my sensitive skin is enough to drive me wild. "Please..." The idea of feeling so smooth and bare for you alone is intensely arousing, making it hard to focus on anything but the thought of you doing that for me now.

"And... and when you pluck it with your teeth..." I trail off, unable to finish the sentence as my breath catches in my throat at the image of you being so intimate with my body like that. The thought of feeling your lips and teeth on my most sensitive flesh only heightens the need inside me, making it ache for release. "That sounds... incredible."

I moan softly as I feel you begin to slowly and carefully pluck at the hairs with your teeth. It's an incredibly intimate sensation, sending shivers down my spine as every nerve ending in my pussy seems to come alive under your touch. My hips move involuntarily against yours, seeking more contact as you work your way lower and lower, paying attention to each sensitive hair until it's gone.

When you finally look up at me, eyes dark with lust, I can barely form words. All that comes out is a broken moan as my body urges you closer, desperate for more of your touch, your mouth, your cock. The need is overwhelming, almost painful in its intensity, and the thought of having you finish what we started only moments ago fills me with anticipation.

It's all I can do to stay focused as you guide your cock back towards my wet opening. The feel of it against my sensitive skin is enough to drive me wild, and I moan and writhe beneath you, arching my hips in a silent request for entry. As you slowly push inside, I grip the sheets tightly, unable to contain the intensity of the sensation. Your cock feels so good stretching me open, filling me up until there's no room left for anything but you.

"God..." I pant, meeting your gaze as our hips move in perfect sync. "It's been too long... Fuck me." The words are a plea and a command all wrapped into one, the desire in my voice unmistakable as I beg for you to take me like I want to be taken, to fill every empty space with your hard flesh and claim me as your own.

Your words send shivers down my spine as you begin to thrust harder, driving your cock deeper inside me with each powerful stroke. The force of your movements pushes me back against the bed, arching my back and pressing my chest flush against yours as we move together in a rhythm that feels so natural, so right. My breath comes out in ragged gasps, matching the sound of our skin slapping together as you fill me to capacity and hold me there, suspended on the edge of something incredible. "Please..." I whisper, my fingers digging into your shoulders as my body quivers with anticipation, waiting for you to push me over the edge and claim me as yours.

Your name is a desperate plea as my body trembles in anticipation of your release. With every thrust, you drive me closer to the edge, threatening to push me over and send me spiraling into pleasure. I can feel it building inside me, a tightening in my core that tells me it's almost too much. "Fuck, I'm c-close..." My words come out as little more than breathless gasps as you continue your relentless pounding, claiming me completely and leaving no part of me untouched or unaware of how good this feels.

It's a searing sensation, hot and tight, making my limbs tremble with the effort to hold on just a little longer before giving in to the overwhelming need to let go. Your rhythm grows faster and harder, driving deeper inside me each time as you push me closer and closer to that beautiful release where everything finally spills

I moan your name as you take me hard and fast, your words burning through my mind like a brand. It feels so dirty and forbidden, calling myself obscene while you fill me up with your cock, claiming me for yourself. "You're so fucking big..." I pant, arching into each thrust as the pleasure builds higher and higher inside me. Your hands grip my hips tightly, pulling me back against your body with each powerful stroke, making it impossible to ignore the way we fit together.

The tension coiling in my core threatens to snap at any moment, leaving me shuddering on the edge of bliss as I lose myself in the feeling of being so completely owned by you. "I'm close..." My voice comes out hoarse and breathless as my body quivers beneath yours, begging for release.

The feel of your cock sliding over my sensitive clit sends shockwaves of pleasure coursing through me as you thrust deeper and harder. It's too much, but it's exactly what I need. "I-I can't take any more..." I gasp out, my fingernails digging into your shoulders as my hips begin to buck wildly against yours. The urge to come is overwhelming, demanding release as you claim every inch of me and push me further towards the edge.

My whole body tenses as the orgasm rips through me, wave after wave of pleasure coursing through my veins like electricity. I cry out your name as you thrust one last time, driving deep inside me and filling me with your release. My muscles spasm violently around your cock, holding you tightly within me as our breathing grows ragged and erratic together.

I've never felt so much pleasure in my life, and I know that I can't go back to the way things were before this night. I want more of this; more of the forbidden joy that comes from being with you. As we both catch our breath, your eyes meet mine once again, conveying a promise that I know deep down in my soul, I can trust. With you, anything is possible.

My heart skips a beat as I realize the implications of your question. We didn't talk about children before... But now that you mention it... The thought of having them with you fills me with an overwhelming sense of love and protection. "No," I whisper, running my fingers through your hair. "I don't have any children yet."

But as the words leave my lips, I know in my heart that I want to start a family with you. The thought of our future together, growing old together, making memories and creating a life... It's almost too much to bear. My hands tremble slightly as I cup your face, searching for some sign of what you're thinking, whether this could be the beginning of something incredible - a real chance at happiness and love.

I pause for a moment, thinking about how to answer your question. It's not something we've really discussed since... well, tonight. "We got married a few years ago," I finally say, my voice soft and uncertain. "It wasn't what I expected it to be..." My words trail off as I struggle with the memory of that day, of walking down the aisle and promising myself to someone who didn't appreciate or understand me the way you do now.

I close my eyes, feeling guilty for even entertaining these thoughts. After all, our vows mean something; they shouldn't be so easily discarded. But I can't help but wonder what would have happened if we had met earlier, if things could have been different between us. A weight settles in the pit of my stomach as I realize that maybe, just maybe, we both deserve more than what fate seems to have given us so

I swallow hard, feeling the weight of your words pressing down on me. My husband and I have been trying to start a family for some time now, but it hasn't happened yet... It's something we've been worried about, but neither of us knows what the problem might be. The thought that it could be him, that he isn't capable of giving me what you do... It hurts, even though I know it's not true.

I take a deep breath and look up at you, searching for some reassurance in your eyes. "I don't think that's the problem," I whisper, hoping I sound convincing. "He loves me; he wants to be a father just as much as I do." My voice trembles slightly as I speak, revealing the doubt that lies beneath my words.

But even if it wasn't you who made me feel this way... If I had

My period is usually about every four weeks, but the cycle can vary slightly sometimes. Is there a specific date you'd like me to keep in mind? I can try to track my menstrual cycle and let you know when it's coming up, if that would help with any... concerns we might have about getting pregnant.

I've heard that having sex during your period can feel different and intense, but I think it's best to wait until my next cycle starts if you want to have protected sex. We don't know anything about each other's sexual histories or whether either of us has any health concerns that could affect our ability to conceive. Plus, using protection is the responsible thing to do until we're sure we both want this kind of future together.

My next period is due to start in about two weeks' time. We could wait until then to have protected sex and see how we feel about things by then, if you'd like. Or we can use protection during our encounters until we're sure we both want the same thing. Just let me know what you'd prefer.

Alright...just let me know when you want to have sex and we'll make sure everything is protected then. I trust you to be responsible about these things, as I am. We can take our time getting to know each other better before making any big decisions or commitments.

My underwear closet is actually quite organized. All my panties and bras are neatly arranged by color and style on hangers along the back wall. There's a section for cotton, lace, thongs, bikini briefs... even some sexy lingerie you gave me earlier. I notice that one of your favorites is already missing from its spot; it must be on my bedroom floor right now.

I open the doors wide and step aside so you can get a good look. It's obvious that I take pride in my underwear collection, making sure to have a variety of options for any occasion or mood. As you peruse the racks, I feel a thrill run down my spine knowing that I could potentially be seeing more of these pieces in action soon.

"Do you like everything?" I ask nervously, suddenly feeling self-conscious about how much time and energy I've put into curating this little slice of my personal life. I know it might seem frivolous to some, but to me, it's an extension of who I am - someone who takes care in presenting herself well for her partner.

My cheeks heat up as I gaze at the red lace lingerie you're referring to. It's one of my favorite pieces in there, but I haven't worn it since before our wedding night. The memory of how good it felt to wear something so sexy for you makes my heart race with anticipation and desire.

"Alright," I whisper huskily, reaching out to take down the set from their hanger. "I'll put these on in our next meeting. Just make sure to bring enough lube this time." With a mischievous grin, I step back into my closet and begin to undress, eagerly waiting for your response as I reveal more and more of myself under your watchful gaze.

My heart skips a beat as you respond. The thought of seeing me in this red lace lingerie again is almost more than I can bear; the anticipation of what will happen when we're together next time makes it impossible for me to focus on anything but the image of us tangled together, sweaty and satisfied.

I slip out of my clothes slowly, teasingly revealing bits and pieces of myself at a time until I'm standing before you in nothing but the lacy red bra and panties, feeling impossibly feminine and desired beneath your hungry gaze. It's a heady sensation, knowing that I have the power to affect you so deeply with just these small scraps of fabric. And as I wait for our next meeting, there's no doubt in my mind that when we come together again, it will be an explosion of passion and lust unlike anything either of us has ever experienced

I nod eagerly, feeling a mixture of excitement and anticipation coursing through me as I hear your words. The thought of being with you again, seeing you in my lingerie... It's almost too much to bear. With one last longing glance in your direction, I force myself to turn away and busied myself with something else to occupy my time until we meet again. But all I can think about is you, and the promise of what our next encounter will bring.

It's true; my period did start last week. I haven't heard from you since we spoke about it last time... I hope everything is alright. Are you still interested in meeting up again? If so, please let me know when you're available. I miss talking and spending time with you, even if we can't be together right now.

My heart skips a beat at your words, excitement filling me as I picture the two of us together in my bedroom. Yes, I dressed as you asked; I'm wearing the red lace lingerie you liked so much beneath these clothes. The thought of revealing it to you again sends shivers down my spine.

As I hurry toward the bedroom, thoughts race through my mind of what tonight might bring. Your hands on me, your mouth on mine... I can feel my body already aching for your touch as anticipation builds inside me like a thunderstorm before the rain. The last time we were together was incredible; I have no doubt that this night will be even better now that we've had a chance to grow closer and more comfortable with one another.

As I step into the bedroom and look up at you, my breath catches in surprise when I notice the menstrual pad between my feet. That's odd... It must have fallen out of place while I was moving toward the door.

I quickly glance around to make sure there's nowhere else for it to go as you lean down to remove it from the floor, your movements fluid and graceful despite your eagerness. As you slide the pad away from me, my stomach flips when our fingers brush against each other in the process; a delicious reminder of how intimate our encounters have become over these past few weeks.

"There you go," I whisper once it's safely out of sight beneath your bed, my heart racing with anticipation as I await your next move. My legs tremble slightly from the mix of arousal and nerves coursing through them, making me feel

I stare at you in horror as I realize what's just been revealed. The thought that my own blood would somehow find its way onto something so personal and intimate between us feels... obscene. Without thinking, I quickly move to remove the pad from beneath the bed, scooping it up with shaking hands and carrying it to the bathroom before I can see your reaction.

Once there, I close the door behind me and lean against its cool surface, trying to compose myself as my heart races and tears sting my eyes. This was supposed to be a romantic gesture; a way for us to connect even during times when we couldn't be together physically. Instead, it's turned into something I can't bear to think about.

After what feels like an eternity, I force myself to open the door and return to the bedroom where you're waiting patiently on the bed, your expression unreadable beneath

I swallow hard and climb onto the bed, slowly lying down beside you. My body feels heavy and achy as I wait for your touch, my skin prickling with anticipation despite everything that's happened. As you move closer to me, your fingers brush against my thigh, sending a jolt of desire through me that I can't ignore or deny.

With trembling hands, you slide the lace of my panties aside and position yourself between my legs. The feel of your hardness pressing against my entrance sends shivers down my spine as I arch upward in eager anticipation. "Please," I whisper, my voice hoarse with need as you begin to push inside me.

It's rougher than before, harder and more demanding, but somehow it feels right; like this is how it was always meant to be between us. You move with urgency now, driving yourself deeper with each thrust

The force of your movements pushes me further and further over the edge, my cries of pleasure muffled against the pillow as my body tightens around you in response to the intense sensations washing over me. Your cock feels impossibly big inside me, stretching me in ways I never knew were possible as it fills every crevice and curve, claiming me completely for yourself.

The pressure builds, growing tighter with each thrust until finally it reaches a breaking point and explodes within me, leaving me shuddering and sated beneath you. Your weight presses down on me, grounding me to the bed as our breaths synchronize into deep, ragged gasps.

I want this forever; I need you like this. As I begin to drift off to sleep in your arms, my last thought is that maybe, just maybe, we can make something beautiful and lasting out of all of this after

I open my eyes and look down between us, watching as our bodies are intertwined on the sheets. Your words make me feel differently about this than I expected; it's true that we share something intimate now, even with all of the blood involved. It brings a strange sense of connection, of understanding each other in ways no one else ever could.

With a small smile, I reach up to touch your face, tracing my fingers along your jaw and down your neck. "Thank you for showing me this," I whisper. "I'll never forget it." And as I drift back off to sleep again in the warmth of your embrace, I know that no matter what happens from here on out, at least I'll always have this one special memory to keep with me forever.

As we walk toward the bathroom together, my hand finds its way to your arm, giving it a reassuring squeeze as I follow you through the darkness. The thought of cleaning ourselves up and disposing of the pad fills me with an unexpected mix of emotions; part relief that this ordeal is over, but also sadness knowing that we may not have another chance like this for some time.

Once in the bathroom, I set down the pad beside the toilet before moving closer to you, my movements slightly hesitant but curious as well. Your words about wanting to put it on your hand and place it near my pussy only seem to heighten the strange sense of anticipation coursing through me, making my skin tingle with awareness of every inch between us.

"Alright," I breathe out slowly, unsure what else to say or do in this moment. "Where

Should I put it on your hand? Or should you guide me through the process, if that's what you want...

I nod slowly, considering my options. The idea of you guiding me through this process... It fills me with a strange mixture of fear and excitement. "Okay," I whisper at last. "If that's what you want, then I trust you to show me." My voice trembles slightly as I speak, betraying the uncertainty lurking beneath my brave words.

My hands tremble even more when I reach out to touch your hand, feeling its warmth and strength against my own fragile skin. As I look up at you, waiting for your guidance, I wonder what else you might have in store for me tonight... And whether or not my heart will be strong enough to handle whatever comes next.

I obey your instructions, sitting down on the edge of the bathtub with my legs spread apart. As I look up at you from this position, feeling exposed and vulnerable beneath your intense gaze, it occurs to me that this is exactly how you want me; open and available for whatever you might desire.

My heart races as I wait for your next move, the anticipation almost unbearable as my breath catches in my throat each time I hear the soft rustle of fabric or the gentle brush of your fingers against my skin. It's like being on the edge of a cliff, teetering precariously between fear and exhilaration, certain that one wrong move will send me plummeting into oblivion but unable to resist the temptation to stay in this moment just a little while longer.

I close my eyes, taking a deep breath as I feel you position the pad between my feet,

A sudden jolt runs through me as you slowly slide the pad beneath my feet, your fingers brushing against sensitive flesh in the process. I gasp and bite down on my lip, fighting to maintain control as desire courses through me like an out of control wildfire, threatening to consume everything in its path.

As you finish positioning the pad, I open my eyes and look up at you again, searching for some sign of what comes next. There's a mischievous glint in your eye that tells me it won't be long now before you reveal whatever it is that's been building between us these past few moments...and despite the fear gnawing at the edges of my consciousness, I can feel myself growing more and more eager for whatever it might be.

I pause for a moment, considering your question as I look into your eyes. "Yes," I finally reply, my voice barely above a whisper. "You can sleep on our bed." There's a strange sense of detachment in my words; even though I know this is real and happening to me, it almost feels like some twisted dream from which I'll soon wake up. But the certainty that you're about to get into our bed, beneath the covers with me... It sends a shiver down my spine and a flush of heat to every part of my body.

My heart races as I ponder the possibility of having sex with you while my husband is in the room...or even if it might just be the two of us together, hidden away beneath our covers. The idea excites and terrifies me all at once, making my entire body tingle with anticipation for whatever comes next. I swallow hard, trying to steady my breath as my eyes meet yours, searching for any sign that would indicate whether you're serious about this or just playing a twisted game.

"I...I don't know," I stammer out finally, unable to formulate a more coherent response. "I mean, I love both of you in different ways, and...and..." The words trail off, leaving me feeling more confused and overwhelmed than ever before.

My heart races at the thought of becoming pregnant... with your child. The idea both excites and terrifies me in equal measure. To bring new life into our world, to watch my body change and adapt... And to keep it a secret from my husband, hiding this incredible experience away like some shameful little secret? It feels wrong, but somehow right too.

I bite my lip, still uncertain what I want or how to make sense of these confusing emotions. "I... we could try," I whisper, hardly daring to believe the words that have just escaped my lips. "But please... let's be careful. I don't want anything to ruin what we have." My eyes meet yours, searching for any hint of what you might be thinking or feeling in this moment.

Your hand reaches up to cup my cheek gently, your thumb brushing against the line of my jaw. The tenderness in your touch takes my breath away, making me feel like I'm floating on a cloud somewhere far removed from reality. "I understand," you say softly. "We'll be careful... together." With those words, the tension seems to ease slightly, replaced by a strange sense of calm and acceptance.

What should we do next? Should we continue exploring this new possibility or return to our earlier conversation about how it felt for me in my underwear?

"I think... we should take it one step at a time," I say finally, still feeling unsteady on my feet emotionally. "If you're serious about being careful and keeping this between us, then... maybe there is room for something like this." My voice trails off uncertainly as I study your face, searching for any sign that might indicate whether or not I'm saying the right thing.

My heart pounds wildly in my chest as I wait for you to respond, a million different scenarios racing through my mind. What would it be like to have your child? How would we keep this secret from everyone else... including me husband? Despite the fear and uncertainty that threaten to consume me at every turn, there's something undeniably thrilling about the idea as well, leaving me feeling both terrified and exhilarated in equal measure.

It occurs to me then that perhaps this isn't just about

No, I've never used sex chat sites before. They don't seem like my kind of thing, to be honest. But if you're interested in talking about them or trying something new together... well, I suppose there's no harm in exploring the idea.

As the hours pass and my body continues to heal, I can honestly say that I don't feel as if there's anything wrong with my pussy in particular. It's clean and dry, just like it was before this all happened. Perhaps it has something to do with your attention or maybe it's because we've been able to relax and focus on each other more deeply since then... Either way, I appreciate the care you've shown toward me during this time.

Well, there are a few signs that you might notice before your period starts. Some common ones include tender breasts, mood swings, bloating, fatigue, and an increased need to pee or change your tampon more frequently. Of course, every woman is different and can experience these symptoms in various ways. If you're concerned about when your next period might be, keeping track of when they usually begin (or use a calendar or app) can help you predict them more accurately over time.

Yes, I've seen some porn movies in the past. It's not something that interests me a great deal, but I understand that it can be educational and fun for some people. However, I prefer to focus on real-life experiences and connections rather than simply watching something on a screen. What about you? Do you enjoy watching porn or would you rather engage in more intimate activities like our past encounters?