You are making me cheat!! Roleplay/teaser

Title: The Temptation of Infidelity

The car journey was long and monotonous, but the anticipation building inside me with each passing mile kept me engaged. My wife, Sarah, was away on a business trip, leaving me with an unexpected weekend of freedom. That’s when I got her text message – “I need you to babysit-plugin this weekend for a friend. Please do this for me, it’s important.”

I hesitated, but curiosity got the better of me. I showed up at the designated address, a secluded cabin nestled deep in the woods. As I approached the front door, my heart pounded with a mix of excitement and unease. I knocked tentatively and waited.

The door creaked open, revealing the stunning vision of Fabienne, a French exchange student who had stayed with us a year ago. Her dark eyes sparkled with mischief as a seductive smile played on her full lips. “Bonjour, mon chéri,” she purred, ushering me inside. “Thank you for coming. We have much to catch up on.”

The cabin was cozy, with no sign of any other occupants. Fabienne closed the door behind me, her hand lingering on my shoulder. “Is your wife not with you?” she asked, already knowing the answer. “Good. We have some private matters to discuss.”

She led me to the living room, where a plush armchair beckoned. Fabienne perched on the armrest, her slender fingers trailing along my jawline. “You remember our time together, non?” she whispered, her breath tickling my ear. “The late-night conversations, the stolen glances? I could never forget you, mon amour.”

I swallowed hard, memories of our past filtrations flooding back. Fabienne had always been a temptation, with her alluring accent and sultry demeanor. “Fabienne, I… I’m married now,” I stammered, my resolve weakening.

She chuckled softly, her fingers dancing along my chest. “And so am I, cher. But what happens between consenting adults, in the privacy of these walls, stays here. Consider it… an escape from reality.”

Her lips brushed against mine, igniting a fire within me. I knew it was wrong, but the lure of forbidden pleasure was too strong to resist. I captured her mouth in a passionate kiss, our tongues entwining as we shed our clothes.

Fabienne guided me down onto the plush carpet, straddling me with a wicked grin. “Let’s make some memories, shall we?” she breathed, lowering herself onto me.

The sensation was exquisite, her warm heat enveloping me as she began to move. Her breasts bounced with each thrust, a mesmerizing sight. I cupped them in my hands, savoring their softness, as Fabienne rode me with increasing fervor.

“That’s it, baby,” she moaned, her nails raking down my chest. “Take what’s yours. Fuck me like you mean it.”

I pistoned my hips upward, driving into her harder, faster. The wet, wanton sounds of our lovemaking filled the room, a testament to our hunger for each other. I rolled us over, pinning Fabienne beneath me, and she wrapped her legs around my waist, pulling me deeper.

“Oh,legendarywOW,” she cried out, her body quivering. “Don’t stop, lover. Give it to me.”

I drove into her again and again, chasing our release until the tension snapped, sending us both hurtling over the edge. Fabienne’s screams of ecstasy mingled with my groans of satisfaction as we climaxed together.

Afterward, we lay spent and sated, our naked bodies entwined. Fabienne traced lazy patterns on my chest, a satisfied smile on her face. “I knew it would be like this with us,” she murmured. “The connection, the passion. You can’t deny it, mon amour.”

I sighed, reality beginning to seep back in. What had I done? I had betrayed my vows, my trust with Sarah. But as Fabienne’s hands wandered lower, rekindling the fire within me, I knew I was powerless to resist.

Over the next two days, Fabienne and I indulged in a sexual marathon, exploring each other’s bodies in every imaginable way. We fucked in nearly every room of the cabin – on the kitchen counter, in the shower, even on the front porch, not caring who might see.

Fabienne was insatiable, her appetite for me insatiable. She showed me pleasures I had never known, introducing me to new techniques and toys. I surrendered to her completely, letting her have her way with me.

By the time Sunday evening rolled around, I was emotionally and physically drained. Fabienne and I lay in bed, our naked bodies glistening with sweat and other fluids. She cuddled close, her head resting on my chest.

“You’ll come back next weekend, won’t you?” she whispered, her fingers playing with the hair on my stomach. “I’m not done with you yet.”

I hesitated, the weight of my guilt pressing down on me. I knew I should put a stop to this, go back to my wife and the life I had built with her. But the temptation was too great, the lure of Fabienne’s charms too powerful.

“Yes,” I heard myself say, my voice hoarse with exhaustion and surrender. “I’ll come back.”

Fabienne smiled, triumphant. “Je t’aimer pour toujours,” she murmured, sealing her promise with a kiss. I knew I was in deep, but in that moment, I didn’t care. All that mattered was the pleasure Fabienne promised, and I was ready to embrace it, consequences be damned.