Some not-so-innocent adultery

Perverse thrill jolts down your spine as you begin rhythmically pumping into Robin's clenching snatch, reveling in the shuddering, whimpering mess currently clinging to your shoulders as she sporadically strokes your shaft. She felt like heaven around your fingers, squeezing and rippling in waves as you, a stranger she had just met not half an hour ago, pushes her towards a rolling orgasm. As picturesque as her marriage might be on the surface, it seemed as though there were some kind of underlying issues that were nudging her into the realm of being unfaithful. Ironically enough, as though as she could sense your thoughts, you felt her pace on your dick noticeably quicken. Perhaps she knew allowing herself to cum on your fingers would be crossing one line too many. Regardless of her motives, you had no intention of losing this contest of mutual masturbation, and so you double time it on your pumping as well.

"Cum for me, Robin," you whisper huskily as she stares at you with pleading eyes.

Every now and then, you press the heel of your hand firmly against the swollen bead that is her clit, making her knees buckle as you simultaneously and insistently press against her g-spot from within. She was cresting far faster than you were and she knew it. **** to stifle the bubbling cries of pleasure deep within her throat, she leans forward and bites down upon your shoulder, a keening whine following audible only to the both of you. A rush of feminine juices comes next much to her dismay, and she desperately wiggles her clothes down her legs in a partial squat to keep from soiling herself. Panting heavily, she leans against the wall for support as he hand falls limp on your cock.

"Oh Lord... that was..." she says, gasping for breath.

"Good?" you ask with a smirk.

Reluctantly, she smiles and nods.

"But it was so bad," she continues, eyes downcast. "I'm... I'm married... I..."

"Do you really want me to stop?" you ask as you step in front of her and press her against the wall, cock slicing through her quivering, sodden lips.

"We have to...." she whimpers, denying you access and sliding her back down the wall as she falls to her knees, eye level with your cock.

You of course preferred to sink yourself balls deep into her ginger crowned pussy, but some oral service was a close second. She hesitantly takes your head into her mouth, suckling lightly and rolling it about with her tongue as her ring bearing hand strongly pumps you, but before long her enthusiasm shows. She wanted this to be over quickly, no matter how much pleasure your fingers brought her, and this time you were open to obliging her. She works tirelessly upon your wood, taking you deeper with each passing second and leaving long trails of saliva in her wake, a lewd slurping thundering loudly in your ears. You were getting close and she knew it.

Without warning, she drops all the way down your shaft, taking you deeply into her throat and pressing her nose into your pubic hair, her muscles contracting powerfully around you. Gods, who would've thought she'd be this good at giving head? Your eyes roll up into the back of your head, but not before you catch sight of her own orbs staring intently up at you. With a loud groan, you grip tightly at her head and fire, jetting thick streams of spunk down into her belly. She squeals, her eyes widening as she futilely pulls back against your iron grip before settling and swallowing you whole. Bliss tears through you at the sensation of Robin gulping down everything you had to give, and you internally make a prayer thanking God above for allowing you to make this heaven on Earth a reality.

Eventually, your twitching dies down and you release your adulterous lover from your grip. She doesn't immediately pull away, instead sucking long and hard upon every inch of your dick so that not a single drop gets wasted until finally, she's free with a lewd pop.

"There..." she says quietly. "Satisfied?"

"I think so," you answer, your erection finally deflating.

"Good, because I need to get home now," she says, wiping her chin and standing to properly redress.

"Hey," you say catching her by the hand before she can run off. "It'll be our little secret, I promise."

You pull her into a kiss before she can answer, shocking her even further with your brazen disregard for her husband. Nevermind the fellatio or mutual masturbation. Kissing was far more personable. She doesn't return the kiss nor does she pull away, but you don't linger for long either.

"See you later," you bid her, breaking the kiss and releasing her hand.

"Hah... you're Trouble with a capital T..." she states, smiling all the same. "Welcome to Stardew Valley."

Exhausted by your bus ride and the following encounter with the town carpenter, you were immediately overtaken by sleep as your head hits the pillow. It didn't even matter to you that it was still the middle of the afternoon. Dreams of idyllic farm life and thrilling adventure drift through your subconscious, interspersed of course with fantasies involving the various women of the valley. Stealing away quickies with Robin while she built you a chicken coop, sneaking off into the woods with Abigail for some "sword training", assisting Maru with some "experiments", and of course comforting Jodi while her husband was away fighting a war. So much fruit was now available to you for the plucking.

Morning came quickly, with a ray of sun piercing through the solitary window of your cabin home, followed by the distant crowing of Marnie's roosters. You stretch languidly in the well-worn, four poster bed and pry yourself from your pillow, eyes now properly taking in your new home. It was small and sparsely furnished, with the bed you now lay in placed in the far corner. Across from you was a dining table and a single chair, and beyond that against the wall was an extinguished brick fire place. Opposite of you was an old fashioned box tv, and a single plant by the door. Finally, a small kitchen could be found through an archway on the far side of the cabin, furnished with a fridge, stove, sink, and appropriate cabinets, the fridge of course being completely empty. You'd have to take care of that today.

Settling for what few snacks you had brought along, you dig into your backpack and grab a protein bar, inhaling the dense meal substitute within minutes and washing it down with an old water bottle. Your hunger sated for now, you pull out your phone and bring up your bank account, pleased how the information transferred across dimensions with no issue. A little Godly intervention added a few more zeroes to the balance to help you kickstart your new farm. Everything from here on out however? You intended to do the old fashioned way, well... besides some lewd charming of course.

Seated at your table, you start drawing up plans for your new business, plotting out crop fields, animal husbandry, artisan goods and the like, when a light knocking at the door breaks the morning silence. Curious of your visitor, you go to answer and find an elderly man beaming at you.

"Ah, so you must be Michael, old Jacob's grandson! It's a pleasure to finally meet you!" he says, extending a calloused hand.

"Mayor Lewis, right? The pleasure is all mine," you answer politely with a smile, taking the offered hand with a firm grip.

"When he mentioned he was leaving the property to you, I knew it was only a matter of time before you followed in his footsteps," Lewis continued. "Hope the old cottage is serving you well. It's a good home... very rustic. How was your first day in the Valley?"

"Very eye opening. I can see why Grandpa loved this place so much," you answer, though you loved it for a very different reason. "I didn't get to meet anyone just yet besides Robin. It was a long trip from the city."

"Sounds like you got a full day ahead of you then!" Lewis says laughing heartily. "Take some time introducing yourself to the townsfolk. Pelican Town is very tight knit, so I know they'd appreciate you coming by. Very rarely do we get anyone new moving in to the valley, so it sure stirs up a buzz whenever it happens. Did Robin fill you in alright with goods and services? Normally I'm the one to meet the new folks coming in."

"Oh she was perfectly accommodating, more than I could ask for," you say with a smile.

Perfectly accommodating indeed.

"Fantastic! That makes my job all the easier! I'd imagine you want to get right to work making this place your own, so I won't keep you too long. If you have anything you want to sell, you can drop it in the shipping box along the side of your cabin. I'll come by in the morning to pick it up, and you'll get your commissions a week later. Good luck!"

With a final shake of the hand, you bid Lewis farewell. For an elderly fellow, he was certainly as energetic as most younger men. Well now, the day is yours. What's first on the agenda? Clean up? Meet and greet? Something else?