Seth saying goodnight

As Amanda stepped into the hallway, carefully closing the door to her kid’s room, her phone buzzed with a message from Seth: "Goodnight, Mrs. Reynolds. I'll see you in the morning."

The message sent a thrill through her, even as guilt gnawed at her. She slipped into her marital bed, the sheets cool against her skin. As she lay in the darkness, Amanda's mind wandered back to Seth's strong, young body pressed against hers, his lips on her neck, his hands exploring every inch of her willing flesh. Her heart pounded as she remembered the intensity of their encounter. She thought about her husband Henry, away at a conference, completely unaware of her infidelity. Amanda felt a mix of guilt and excitement as she drifted off to sleep, her body still humming with arousal.

The next morning, Amanda woke up to the sound of her children playing downstairs. She got out of bed, feeling a twinge of soreness from the night before. As she went through her morning routine, she couldn't shake the thoughts of Seth from her mind. She dressed in a low-cut blouse and a short skirt, wanting to look appealing for him.

Downstairs, she made breakfast for her children, trying to act normal despite the turmoil inside her. As Amanda was pouring orange juice for her children, her phone buzzed again with a new message from Seth: "Morning, gorgeous. Can't wait to see you again. Maybe I could stop by and help with any... household issues you might have today.;)"

Amanda's heart raced as she read the suggestive text. She glanced up to see Abigail watching her curiously. "Mom, who are you texting so much? You look all flustered," her daughter commented.

"Oh, just... a friend from book club," Amanda stammered, quickly putting her phone away. "Now hurry up and finish your breakfast, or you'll miss the bus!" Amanda spent the rest of the morning in a state of nervous excitement, constantly checking the clock and peeking out the window for Seth. When the kids left for school, she tidied up the house, making sure everything was perfect.

Finally, at 10 AM, she heard a knock at the door. As she opened it, Seth stood there, wearing a tight t-shirt that accentuated his muscular frame. His eyes locked onto Amanda's, and he stepped inside without waiting for an invitation. As Seth stepped inside, Amanda's heart pounded in her chest. He closed the door behind him, his presence filling the entryway. Without a word, he cupped her face in his strong hands and kissed her deeply, his tongue exploring her mouth hungrily. Amanda melted into the kiss, her body pressing against his solid frame.

Breaking the kiss, Seth's eyes blazed with lust as he looked down at her. "I've been thinking about this all morning," he growled, his hands sliding down to grip her hips possessively. Amanda's breathing quickened as she felt his arousal pressing against her through his jeans. "Where should we fuck first?"

Amanda's breath caught in her throat as Seth's words hung in the air, his powerful hands gripping her hips with bruising intensity. Her heart pounded so loudly she was sure he could hear it. She wanted to say yes to every dirty thing he was thinking. "The couch," she managed to gasp out, her legs trembling as she led him to the living room.

Seth followed Amanda into the living room, his hands never leaving her hips. He spun her around and pushed her down onto the couch, crawling over her with a predatory gleam in his eye. "I'm going to ruin you for anyone else," he growled, his voice dripping with dark promise. "You're mine now, Amanda. Your body belongs to me."

He captured her lips in a bruising kiss, his tongue invading her mouth possessively. Amanda whimpered into the kiss, her hands coming up to tangle in Seth's hair. She arched up against him, feeling his hard length pressing insistently against her core. "Please," she breathed when he finally released her lips. "I need you."

Seth groaned at Amanda's pleading words, his desire for her surging even higher. He kissed and nipped his way down her neck, sucking hard enough to leave marks on her pale skin. "I'm going to make you scream," he promised darkly, his fingers deftly unbuttoning her blouse.

Amanda gasped as Seth roughly pushed the garment off her shoulders, exposing her lacy bra. His large hands cupped her breasts, kneading the soft flesh and thumbing her nipples through the delicate fabric until they pebbled under his touch. "Fuck, you have the most perfect tits," he growled appreciatively, leaning down to capture one nipple in his hot mouth, sucking hard.

Amanda's back arched off the couch, a strangled cry escaping her mouth as Seth lavished attention on her sensitive breasts. His teeth grazed her nipple, sending jolts of pleasure straight to her core. "Yes, Seth, please," she panted, her hands clutching at his shoulders as he switched to the other breast, giving it the same treatment. The wet fabric of her bra chafed against her sensitive skin, the friction only heightening her arousal. Amanda could feel her wetness seeping through her panties as Seth continued his relentless **** on her breasts. His mouth and hands were everywhere, seeming to ignite every nerve ending in her body. She was panting heavily, her hips bucking up involuntarily as she ground against the rigid bulge in Seth's jeans.

"I can feel how much you want this," Seth rasped, his voice rough with desire. He released her breast with a wet pop, blowing cool air over the damp fabric and making Amanda shiver. "I bet your pussy is dripping wet for me already, isn't it? You're so fucking eager to be filled by my cock."

"Yes." Amanda whimpered, her thighs quivering as Seth's hand slowly traced down her stomach. His fingers ghosted over the fabric of her panties, teasing her mercilessly. "Beg for it," he demanded, his blue eyes blazing with lust as he looked at her intently. "Tell me exactly what you want me to do to you."