What about him?

"What about Henry? What about my husband?" Amanda asked softly.

Seth claimed her mouth in a searing kiss, his tongue delving deep to tangle with hers. Amanda found herself drowning in the intensity of Seth's kiss, her mind hazy with lingering arousal and the intoxicating power he held over her. When he finally released her, she had to blink away the haze, her lips tingling from the **** of his passion.

"What about Henry?" she repeated, her voice barely above a whisper. "I'm still married to him, Seth. I still love him. I can't just... I can't just leave him."

Seth's grip on Amanda's waist tightened, his fingers digging into the soft flesh. He leaned in close, his breath hot against her ear as he whispered, "You don't have to leave him, Mrs. Reynolds. We can keep this our little secret. You can be mine when I want you, and still play the dutiful wife when Henry's around."

Amanda shuddered at the forbidden thrill of his words. The idea of sneaking around, stealing illicit moments with Seth while maintaining the facade of her marriage... it was wrong on so many levels, but God help her, she wanted it. Wanted him. "And what if... what if he finds out about us, Seth?" she countered, her voice trembling slightly.

Seth's eyes darkened, a predatory smile spreading across his face. "Then we'll deal with that when the time comes." His hand slipped down to cup her ass, squeezing roughly as he pulled her even closer. "Right now, I want you to focus on pleasing me. Do you understand?"

Amanda's breath hitched as he groped her, her body responding instinctively to his dominant touch. She found herself nodding almost imperceptibly, her earlier misgivings melting away in the face of his overwhelming presence. "Yes, Seth," she murmured, her voice husky with desire.

"Good girl." Seth's smirk widened at Amanda's acquiescence, his eyes gleaming with triumph. He took a step back, releasing her from his embrace and leaving her feeling bereft for a moment. "Strip for me," he commanded, his tone brooking no argument.

Amanda's eyes widened at the blunt demand, a flush spreading across her cheeks. "Here? Seth, someone might see..." she protested weakly, glancing around the small yard.

Seth quirked an eyebrow at her hesitation. "So what if they do? You're mine now, Amanda. I want you naked and at my mercy. Right here, right now." His words were firm, leaving no room for debate.

Amanda felt a thrill of fear and excitement run through her. She took a shaky breath, then slowly began to undress, her fingers fumbling with the buttons of her blouse. As each article of clothing fell away, exposing more of her middle-aged flesh, Amanda felt increasingly **** and aroused. By the time she stood before Seth completely naked, her heart was pounding and her skin prickled with goosebumps.

Seth circled her slowly, his eyes roaming across her body hungrily. "Fuck, you're so fucking sexy." He stopped behind her, pressing his body against her back and wrapping his strong arms around her waist. His hands splayed across her stomach, one dipping lower to tease her sex while the other snaked up to cup her breast. "Do you like this, Mrs. Reynolds?" he growled in her ear, his hot breath sending shivers through her. "Being naked and exposed in your own backyard, displaying yourself to a man half your age? Amanda shuddered under Seth's touch, her nipples hardening against his palms as his fingers stroked her most intimate places. She moaned softly, unable to deny the intense arousal coursing through her veins.

"Yes, Seth," she breathed, arching her back to press more of her body against his. "I love it. I love being at your mercy, being yours."

Seth chuckled darkly, pleased by her submission. He continued his sensual ****, teasing her folds and pinching her nipples until Amanda was writhing against him, **** for more.

"Please, Seth," she whimpered, "That feels so good." Seth's fingers continued their tantalizing exploration of Amanda's body, stroking and teasing until she was practically shaking with need. The young man seemed to know exactly how to touch her, igniting pleasure centers she didn't even know she had.

As his hand worked between her legs, Amanda's head fell back against Seth's shoulder, her hips undulating against his touch. "Oh god, yes," she moaned, her voice thick with lust. "Just like that..."

Seth growled approvingly, nipping at her earlobe. "You're so fucking wet for me already. I've barely touched you and you're dripping. Do you want me to take you inside and fuck you on your family's couch, Mrs. Reynolds?"

Amanda shuddered at Seth's crude words, her arousal spiking at the thought of him taking her on her own couch where her family sat every day. She nodded frantically, unable to find the words to express her **** need for him. Seth seemed to understand, however, his fingers moving faster against her aching sex, stroking and circling until Amanda was panting and moaning shamelessly.

"Then beg for it," he commanded, his voice a dark rasp in her ear. "Beg me to take you inside and fuck you like the dirty slut you are."

Amanda whimpered, her cheeks flushing with humiliation even as her body responded eagerly to his degrading words. "Please, Seth." She begged, her hips bucking against his hand. "Please take me inside and fuck me. I need it so badly. I want you to use me, to make me your personal plaything. I'm yours, Seth. I'll do anything you want." She punctuated her words with a sharp cry as Seth's fingers suddenly thrust deep inside her, his thumb circling her clit relentlessly. The young man chuckled darkly, clearly pleased by her submission.

"Good girl," he murmured, his other hand pinching her nipple hard. "You'll be an obedient little slut for me, won't you?" Amanda nodded frantically, her body quivering on the edge of release. "Yes, Seth. I'll be so good for you," Amanda gasped out, her voice ragged with need. Seth's fingers pumped into her relentlessly, his thumb circling her swollen clit with just the right amount of pressure to drive her wild. She could feel her climax building, coiling tighter and tighter in her core. Just a little more...

Seth seemed to sense her impending orgasm, and abruptly withdrew his hand. Amanda cried out in frustration, her hips jerking forward, seeking the lost contact. "Wh-why did you stop?" she panted, turning her head to look at him over her shoulder with dazed, **** eyes.