Netflix and Chill

As the night wore on, Meg and James settled into the living room, sinking into the impossibly soft couch. They flipped through channels on the enormous TV, eventually settling on a late-night.

As they lounged on the plush couch, James reached for the room service menu. "How about one last drink?" he suggested with a mischievous grin. Meg hesitated, but nodded her assent. Soon, a chilled bottle of Dom Pérignon arrived, nestled in a silver ice bucket.

James poured generously, the golden liquid frothing in their crystal flutes. As the night wore on, James drained glass after glass, his speech becoming increasingly loose. Meg sipped more slowly, savoring the crisp bubbles on her tongue.

The TV droned on in the background, neither really watching. James shifted, turning to face Meg with bleary eyes. "Can I tell you something?" he slurred slightly. Meg nodded, curious.

"It's my wife," he began. "She's not the same anymore. It's like…

James sighed heavily, his eyes downcast. "She's just... not the same woman I married. It's like living with a stranger sometimes."

Meg leaned in, her brow furrowed with concern. "What do you mean? What's changed?"

He took another long sip of champagne before continuing. "Where do I even start? After our fourth kid, she got really into all this radical stuff. Started calling herself a 'feminist' and lecturing me about the patriarchy. Can you believe it?"

Meg made a noncommittal noise, not wanting to interrupt.

"And she's let herself go," James continued, gesturing vaguely. "Gained a bunch of weight, stopped caring about her appearance. I mean, I get it, four pregnancies take a toll, but she doesn't even try anymore."

Meg listened attentively, not wanting to interrupt. James continued, his frustrations pouring out.

James took another long sip of champagne, his words becoming more slurred. "And then there's the pills," he said bitterly. "After our fourth, she started taking contraceptives. Says she's done having kids."

He leaned in closer to Meg, his breath heavy with ****. "But it's not natural, you know? It's like... it's not even really her anymore. All those hormones messing with her body. It's no fun to fuck her anymore."

Meg shifted uncomfortably, taken aback by the intimate details James was divulging. "James, I don't think—"

But he continued as if she hadn't spoken. "A real woman shouldn't need to sterilize herself like that. It goes against nature."

Meg felt a wave of discomfort wash over her. "James, I don't think that's fair," she said gently. "Your wife has been through a lot with four pregnancies. And feminism isn't—"

But James cut her off with a dismissive wave. "You don't get it, Meg. A real woman knows her place. Like you - look at how you take care of yourself." His gaze raked over her body appreciatively. "Now that's what a woman should be. Fit, pretty, always dressed up nice. None of this 'feminist' nonsense."

Meg recoiled inwardly at his words, but **** a tight smile. "Well, everyone's different," she said diplomatically. "I'm sure your wife is doing her best."

James snorted derisively. "Her best isn't good enough. A man has needs, you know?

He leaned in closer, his eyes roving over Meg's body. "Now you, Meg. You're a real woman. Look at that body - those perky tits, that tight ass. Bet you know how to please a man, don't you?"

Meg felt her skin crawl at his words, but **** herself to laugh it off. "Oh James, you're drunk. You shouldn't talk about like that."

"Why not? It's the truth," he slurred. "Women these days, they've forgotten their place. But not you, Meg. You're different. Special."

Meg tensed as James leaned in closer, his breath hot on her neck. She placed a hand on his chest, gently but firmly pushing him back.

"Come on, don't be like that," James slurred, reaching for her arm. "I'm just being honest. You're so sexy, Meg. I've thought about you ever since you started at the firm."

Meg felt her heart racing as she tried to maintain her composure.

But James wasn't deterred. He stumbled to his feet, swaying slightly as he moved towards her.

"Don't you want to know what I've been thinking about you?" he slurred, his eyes glazed. "Ever since that first day at the office..."

Meg backed away, her pulse pounding. "James, stop. This isn't appropriate."

"I can't stop thinking about your body," he continued as if she hadn't spoken. "Those perfect breasts... God, I've dreamed about sucking on those nipples."

Meg felt a sudden jolt of electricity course through her body at James' words. Despite her discomfort, her nipples tightened involuntarily beneath her silk blouse, and she crossed her arms self-consciously.

"James, please," she said, her voice trembling slightly. "You're drunk. You don't know what you're saying."

James stumbled closer, his eyes fixated on the swell of her breasts. "I've wanted you for so long, Meg," he slurred.

Meg retreat on the sofa, her heart racing. James' intense gaze sent shivers down her spine. She tried to steady her breathing, but found herself hypnotized by his piercing blue eyes and the raw hunger she saw there.

"Every night," James continued, his voice husky, "I lie awake thinking about you. Imagining your soft skin under my hands. The taste of your lips." He moved closer, and Meg could smell the **** on his breath. "I touch myself, picturing your body writhing beneath mine. Dreaming of being inside you."

A jolt of heat shot through Meg's core at his words. She knew she should stop this, push him away. But her body betrayed her, trembling with forbidden desire. James reached out, his fingers grazing her cheek. Meg's eyes fluttered closed as waves of longing washed over her.

James leaned in, his lips seeking hers. At the last moment, Meg turned her face away. His mouth landed on her neck instead, hot and insistent. He trailed kisses along her throat, his stubble scraping deliciously against her sensitive skin. A soft gasp escaped her lips as James found her pulse point, sucking gently. Waves of pleasure radiated through her, settling as a warm ache between her thighs.

Her hands came up to push against his chest, but instead found themselves clutching at his shirt. James groaned, pressing closer. His hands roamed her body, caressing the curves he'd admired from afar for so long.

"God, Meg," he breathed against her skin. "You're so beautiful. So perfect."

Meg's head fell back, giving James better access to the delicate expanse of her neck. The world around them faded, leaving only the two of them tangled in a whirlwind of heat and urgency. She could feel his heart racing against her palm, mirroring the erratic rhythm of her own pulse.

"Stop," she murmured, though the fervor behind her voice lacked conviction. Every breath he took sent a jolt of electricity coursing through her, igniting desires she thought long buried beneath layers of reason and restraint. "You don’t mean this.”

James traced a path of fiery kisses up Meg's neck, finally capturing her lips in a searing embrace. She melted into him, surrendering to the passion that coursed between them. Gently, he guided her backwards until she lay upon the plush couch, her hair fanning out around her like a halo.

With trembling fingers, he slowly unfastened the buttons of her dress, revealing inch after tantalizing inch of soft skin. Meg's breath caught as the cool air caressed her exposed flesh. James gazed down at her with eyes dark with desire, drinking in the sight of her.

He lowered his head, trailing kisses along her collarbone and down to the swell of her breast. Meg arched into him, a soft moan escaping her lips as he took a rosy peak into his mouth. Wave after wave of pleasure washed over her as hecontinued to lavish attention on her breasts, his tongue flicking against her nipples with a practiced expertise that left Meg gasping for breath. His hands roamed lower, skimming the waistband of her skirt and sending shivers down her spine.

James's tongue flicked over Meg's nipple, sending a shiver of pleasure through her body. He paused for a moment, his breath hot against her skin as he looked up at her with a mixture of admiration and desire.

"Meg," he murmured, his voice thick with emotion, "your breasts are amazing. So perfect, so soft. I can't get enough of them."

He returned to his task, his lips closing around her nipple once more. Meg gasped, her fingers tightening in his hair as waves of pleasure radiated from her chest to every part of her body. James's words echoed in her mind, making her feel both **** and incredibly desired.

"Every time I see you in that tight blouse, I imagine what it would be like to have these beauties in my hands," he continued, his voice low and husky. "To feel your nipples harden under my touch, to taste your sweet skin."

Meg's breath came in short, ragged gasps as James lavished attention on her breasts. His words were intoxicating, making her feel like the most desirable woman in the world. She could feel herself slipping deeper into the haze of passion, her resistance weakening with each passing moment.

"You're so beautiful, Meg," James whispered, his lips brushing against her skin. "So perfect. I've dreamed about this for so long."

His hands roamed lower, skimming the waistband of her dress once more. Meg's heart raced, torn between the desire to push him away and the overwhelming urge to let him continue. The line between right and wrong blurred, leaving her lost in a whirlwind of emotions and sensations.

James's eyes darkened with triumph as he leaned in closer, his lips capturing hers in a searing kiss. Meg melted into him, surrendering to the passion that coursed between them. The world around them faded, leaving only the two of them tangled in a whirlwind of heat and urgency.

James's fingers trembled slightly as he reached for the waistband of Meg's panties. With deliberate slowness, he began to slide them down her legs, revealing the soft, glistening folds of her sex. Meg's breath hitched as she felt the cool air caress her most intimate place.

James took in the sight of her naked pussy. He reached into his trousers and freed his cock, positioning it over her belly. Meg's eyes widened in awe at its size, her heart pounding in her chest. The thick, veined shaft seemed impossibly large, dwarfing her delicate form.

"You like what you see, Meg?" James teased, his voice low and husky. "Bet you never thought your boss would have something like this, huh?"

Meg could only nod, her mouth dry. James chuckled softly, then began to move, rubbing the broad head of his cock over her clit. The sensation was electric, sending jolts of pleasure coursing through her body. Meg gasped, her hips instinctively arching towards him, seeking more of that delicious friction.

James continued to tease her, sliding the length of his cock up and down her slit, coating himself in her wetness. Each pass over her clit sent waves of ecstasy radiating through Meg, making her tremble with need. She could feel her orgasm building, just out of reach, taunting her with its promise of release.

James's eyes gleamed with a mixture of satisfaction and desire as he continued to tease Meg, his cock sliding tantalizingly over her clit. "You ever seen one this big before, Meg?" he asked, his voice dripping with arrogance.

Meg gasped, her breath coming in short, ragged bursts. "N-no," she admitted, her voice trembling. The sheer size of his erection was overwhelming, making her feel both **** and incredibly turned on.

James chuckled softly, the sound sending shivers down her spine. "That's right," he murmured, his fingers tracing lazy circles around her nipples. "After I'm done with you, you'll never desire another cock again."

The combination of his words and the relentless teasing was driving Meg to the edge. She could feel her orgasm building, threatening to consume her. "James, please," she begged, her voice hoarse with need. "I'm going to come."

James's grin widened, but he didn't stop. Instead, he increased the pressure, rubbing the broad head of his cock against her clit with more urgency.

With a strangled cry, Meg's body tensed, her hips bucking against him as waves of ecstasy crashed over her. Her orgasm ripped through her, leaving her trembling and breathless beneath him. James watched with rapt attention, his own desire mounting as he witnessed her release.

As the last shudders of her climax subsided, Meg lay back, her chest heaving with exertion. James leaned down, capturing her lips in a deep, possessive kiss. "Good girl," he murmured against her mouth.

James's grip tightened on Meg's hips as he positioned himself at her entrance. She looked up at him, her eyes wide with a mix of fear and anticipation. With one swift motion, he thrust into her, filling her completely.

Meg cried out, the sudden fullness overwhelming her senses. James paused, giving her a moment to adjust to his size. "You feel so good, Meg," he groaned, his hands caressing her thighs.

Slowly, he began to move, pulling out almost entirely before thrusting back in. Each stroke was deliberate, building the tension between them. Meg's body responded instinctively, her hips meeting his thrusts with increasing urgency.

James's pace quickened, his breath coming in ragged gasps. He leaned down, capturing her lips in a fierce kiss as he drove into her with relentless passion. Meg's nails dug into his back, her body arching against him as waves of pleasure coursed through her.

"Fuuuck.....," she begged, her voice breaking. "I'm going to cum again...!."

James thrusts becoming more forceful. The sound of their bodies slapping together filled the room, mingling with Meg's moans of pleasure. She could feel another orgasm building, closer this time, threatening to consume her whole.

James pounded into Meg with increasing intensity, the **** of his thrusts pushed her further up the couch with each snap of his hips. She gasped as he hit depths inside her that had never been reached before. The fullness was exquisite, overwhelming her senses. Waves of pleasure washed over her, Meg's mind drifted to James' earlier words about impregnation. She imagined his thick cock buried to the hilt, the head pressing against her cervix. With each thrust, she pictured his seed flooding her womb, taking root deep inside her.

The taboo fantasy sent electricity coursing through her body. She squeezed her eyes shut, lost in the vivid mental image of James filling her completely. His cock seemed to swell even larger inside her as her inner muscles clenched around him.

"Oh fuck, James!" Meg cried out, her body trembling as waves of pleasure crashed over her. The vivid fantasy sent her spiraling into an intense orgasm. Her inner walls clenched rhythmically around his thick shaft as ecstasy flooded her mind.

Meg's back arched off the couch, pressing her breasts against James' chest as she rode out her climax. Sparks danced behind her closed eyelids and her toes curled as the sensation overwhelmed her. She gasped for air, feeling lightheaded from the intensity. As the last tremors subsided, a sudden realization pierced through Meg's post-orgasmic haze. James wasn't wearing a condom. Panic gripped her as she tried to speak, to warn him, but her voice falter.

"J-James," she gasped out, her voice shaky and breathless. But the intense aftershocks of her orgasm made her eyes fluttered open, and her breath hitched as James continued his relentless rhythm. His hands gripped her hips, fingers digging into her skin as he pounded into her with a primal ferocity that left her breathless. The room was filled with the sound of their bodies colliding, each thrust punctuated by the sharp intake of breath or a moan that escaped Meg's lips uncontrollably.

"James, wait," she managed to whisper, her voice barely audible over the noise of their frantic coupling. "You... you're not wearing a condom."

He paused for a split second, his eyes locking onto hers with a mixture of lust and something else—something almost predatory. His cock twitched inside her, the head pressing insistently against her cervix. Meg's heart raced, a mix of fear and excitement coursing through her veins.

"What is the matter?" he growled, his voice low and gravelly. "You want this, don't you? You want me to fill you up."

Meg's breath caught in her throat as she considered his words. The fantasy had been thrilling, intoxicating even, but now the reality of it was sinking in. She could feel his urgency, his desire to mark her, to make her his in the most primal way possible. The thought both terrified and excited her.

"I... I don't know," she stammered, her body trembling under his grasp. "It's just..."

"Just what?" James demanded, his grip on her hips tightening. "Say it, Meg. You want it, don't you? You want me to plant my seed deep inside you, to see if you'll give me a child."

Meg's mind whirled with the implications of his words. The idea of being pregnant with James' baby sent shivers down her spine, a mix of apprehension and thrill. She had always been careful, always used protection, but there was something about this moment, about him, that made her want to throw caution to the wind.

"No..." Meg whispered, her voice trembling. "I can't... I can't let you do this... Not without protection." James' eyes narrowed, and for a moment, she thought he might ignore her plea. The intensity of his gaze made her stomach churn with fear and anticipation. But then, slowly, he withdrew from her, the loss of his warmth leaving her feeling suddenly cold,

In that instant, James shuddered, his restraint giving way like a dam breaking. With a low growl, he thrust back into her, his movements fierce and urgent. Meg gasped, her body arching instinctively into his. The pressure built rapidly, spiraling out of control as James reached of his release. His thrusts becoming even more forceful. Meg's body responded instinctively, her inner walls clenching around his thick shaft as pleasure surged through her once more. She could feel the pressure building, the need to climax clawing at her insides.

With one final, primal howl, he came, filling her with his seed. The sensation was overwhelming, a flood of warmth and intensity that had Meg clinging to him, her own climax quickly following suit. They crashed together, drowning in the tempest of their shared desire, bodies entwined in a **** bid for closeness.

Meg's body tensed as she felt the warmth of James' release deep inside her, a sensation unlike anything she had ever experienced. She could feel every pulse of his seed, each throb sending ripples of heat through her core. Her muscles clenched instinctively around him, drawing him deeper, as if her body were trying to hold onto this moment.

Their breath mingled, their bodies slick with sweat. James kissed her in a sleazy, obscene way, his tongue tracing patterns across her soft skin as he whispered, "I haven't cum that hard in so long."

The admission sent a shiver of excitement through Meg. It was raw, primal, and utterly filthy—everything she had ever wanted but never allowed herself to have. She looked up at James, her eyes glazed with lust and a hint of fear. The room was silent, save for the harsh sounds of their ragged breathing. The weight of their actions pressed down on Meg like a heavy blanket, suffocating her. But she didn't want it to end. She didn't want to face the consequences of their passion. Instead, she wrapped her legs around James' waist, pulling him closer, and whispered:

"Fuck me again..."