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<div style="position: absolute; top: 100px; left:700px;"> <img src="images/2/LogoNew.png" width="790px" height="156px"> </div> <div style="position: absolute; top: 300px; left:900px;"> <img src="images/2/pb.png"> </div> <div style="position: absolute; top: 310px; left:450px;"> <img src="images/2/sharkoonman.png"> </div> <div style="border: 2px solid purple; padding: 10px; margin: 5px; position: absolute; top: 800px; left: 600px; background-color: lightpurple;"> <span style="font-size: 20px;">Before the game starts, I want to thank everyone who supported me and helped to improve the game with me! The game is still in a very early phase, so I really appreciate any sort of advice or criticism.</span> </div> <div style="position: absolute; top: 1000px; left: 1050px;"> <span style="font-size: 30px;">[[Begin]]</span> </div> <<set $currentpov to "You">> <div id="first-passage"> </div>

<span class="big-white-text">''Before we get started, please provide some information to tailor the game for you.''</span> <hr> <p>Please enter your name, or leave it blank for a default name <span style="color: orange;">(John)</span>: </p> <<textbox "$name" "" autofocus>> <br> <p>Please enter your Girlfriend's name, or leave it blank for a default name <span style="color: pink;">(Chrissy)</span>: </p> <<textbox "$gf" "">> <br> <<button "Continue">> <<if $name.trim() == "">> <<set $name to "John">>  <</if>> <<if $gf.trim() == "">> <<set $gf to "Chrissy">>  <</if>> <<goto "Fetish Choose">>  <</button>>

In a small, cozy apartment nestled on the outskirts of the city, the soft glow of lamplight illuminated the living room where $gf and $name sat curled up together on the couch. The gentle flicker of candlelight danced across their faces, casting a warm and intimate ambiance over the room. It was a typical evening for the young couple, who had been living together for two years now. They had fallen into a comfortable routine, their love only deepening as they continued to learn and grow with each other. As they sat there, sipping on glasses of wine and sharing the highlights of their days, $gf couldn't help but feel a spark of curiosity deep within her. It had been slowly growing, fueled by whispered conversations with friends and the occasional late-night browsing of articles and videos online. A desire to explore new experiences and sensations with $name, to see what uncharted territory their passion and love could take them to. $gf hesitated for a moment before she finally decided to broach the subject with $name. She bit her lip and took a deep breath, feeling her pulse quicken in anticipation. "$name, I was thinking... what if we tried something new in our relationship? Something to bring us even closer together and add some excitement to our lives?" $name looked at her with a curious yet open expression. He knew $gf well enough to understand that she wouldn't suggest something without having given it a lot of thought. The trust they had built together over the years made him feel confident in their ability to navigate new experiences. "I'm open to the idea," $name said cautiously, "but what exactly did you have in mind?" $gf could feel her cheeks burning as she hesitated, but she knew that she had to be brave and honest with $name. "I was thinking about exploring new aspects of our sexual life together. There are so many things we haven't tried, and I think it could be really fun and fulfilling for both of us." $name's eyes sparkled with interest and excitement as he considered the possibilities. He knew that their connection was strong, but the idea of deepening their intimacy and passion even further was tantalizing. He reached out and squeezed $gf's hand reassuringly. "I trust you, and I'm more than willing to embark on this journey with you. Let's see where our love and passion can take us." [[Choose Fetish]]

$name and his Girlfriend sat down on their comfortable couch, a laptop resting on their laps. They exchanged glances, both slightly nervous but also filled with excitement as they prepared to embark on this new journey together. They had agreed that the first step in exploring new experiences in their intimate life would be to watch adult content together, hoping to find inspiration and a better understanding of what might appeal to them. As $gf typed in the URL for a popular adult website, her heart raced with anticipation. Although she had watched adult content before, sharing this experience with $name felt different. They had never been this vulnerable with each other, but she felt a surge of excitement at the prospect of opening up and discovering new aspects of their desires. $name, on the other hand, felt a mixture of excitement and apprehension. He had watched adult content before, but never with a partner. He was unsure of what $gf's reaction would be or how it would affect their relationship, but he trusted her and was eager to see what she was into. The website loaded, and the couple was greeted with a wide array of video thumbnails, each depicting a different scenario or genre. $gf and $name exchanged another glance, their eyes silently communicating their shared curiosity and excitement.They began to scroll through the videos, occasionally pausing on one that piqued their interest. As $name and $gf continued their online exploration, they began to venture into more extreme and unconventional territories. ( for now you can only choose one )  <p>Choose the Fetish you want to watch:</p> <<link "Feet Porn">> <<set $fetish.feet = true>> <<goto "FeetStory">> <</link>><br> <<link "Cuckold Porn">> <<set $fetish.cuckold = true>> <<goto "CuckoldStory">> <</link>><br> <<link "Femdom Porn">> <<set $fetish.femdom = true>> <<goto "FemdomStory">> <</link>><br> <<link "Chastity Porn">> <<set $fetish.chastity = true>> <<goto "ChastityStory">> <</link>><br>

<hr> Female slave <<set $wentsoft = false>> <<set $wenthard = false>>  <<set $fetish = {feet: false,slave: false, cuckold: false, femdom: false, chastity: false}>> <<set $time = 0>> <<set $money = 0>> <<set $looks = 0>> <<set $fitness = 0>> <<set $penis = 0>> <<set $horny = 0>> <<set $corruptionm = 0>> <<set $corruptionw = 0>> <<set $wentbbcswinger = false>> <<set $wentswinger = false>> <<set $wentbbc = false>> <<set $wentbwc = false>> <<set $wentjames = false>> <<set $wenthumiliation = false>> <<set $wentsissy = false>> <<set $wentlove = false>> <<set $wentchastity = false>> <<set $wentnormal = false>> <<set $wentprem = false>> <<set $petname1 = false>> <<set $playercorruption = 0>> <<set $hypnosis = false>> <<set $hypnosism = 0>> <<set $drunk = 0>> <<set $petname to "">> <<set $visitedA = false>> <<set $visitedB = false>> <<set $visitedC = false>> <<set $visitedD = false>> //activ Corruption <<set $visitedE = false>> <<set $visitedF = false>> <<set $visitedG = false>> <<set $visitedG1 = false>> <<set $visitedH = false>> //Forum Hacker <<set $visitedH1 = false>> //chat <<set $visitedH2 = false>> //forum appear <<set $visitedI = false>> //Forum 2 <<set $visitedJ1 = false>> //colour of pet <<set $visitedJ2 = false>> //colour of gym <<set $visitedJ = false>> //Condition to go to the gym in home5 <<set $visitedK1 = false>> //floral summer dress <<set $visitedK2 = false>> //casual dress <<set $visitedK3 = false>> //wife drunk <<set $visitedK3a = false>> //Pool event <<set $visitedK3a1 = false>> <<set $visitedK4 = false>> //Pool miniskirt <<set $visitedK5 = false>> //Pool hoody <<set $visitedL = false>> //Red Border <<set $visitedL1 = false>> //Strange Link <<set $visitedL2 = false>> <<set $visitedL3 = false>> <<set $visitedL4 = false>> <<set $visitedL41 = false>> <<set $visitedL42 = false>> <<set $visitedL5 = false>> <<set $visitedL6 = false>> <<set $visitedL6a = false>> <<set $visitedL7 = false>> <<set $visitedL7a = false>> <<set $visitedHannah = false>> <<set $visitedHannah1 = false>> <<set $visitedG2 = false>> <<set $visitedG3 = false>> <<set $visitedG4 = false>> Garden event training <<set $visitedG5 = false>> Chrome start event <<set $visitedG6 = false>> <<set $visitedG7 = false>> bbc/bwc home3 <<set $visitedL8 = false>> <<set $visitedL8a = false>> <<set $visitedL9 = false>> <<set $hintRevealed = false>> <<set $peniss = false>> <<set $debug = false>> /* Day cycle */ <<set $day = 1>> <<set $menshower to false>> <<set $currentGif to "">> <<set $currentpov = "">> //Gym reacurring event <<set $streakCount = 0>> <<set $streakType = "none">> //Day cycle <<set $day = 1>> <<set $timeOfDay = "Morning">>

While browsing through various videos, $gf stumbled upon one that caught her attention. The Thumbnail showed a woman holding her dirty socks in the cam. She clicked the link, and the video began to play. It featured a confident, assertive woman who had just returned from a workout. The woman demanded her Boyfriend to taker he dirty socks of and smell her sweaty smelly feet. $gf couldn't help but feel drawn to the video. She wasn't sure why, but there was something about the woman's confidence and assertiveness that fascinated her. As she watched, she realized that the video was more than just about smelly feet; it was about power dynamics, control and power... In the video, the woman continued to instruct her Boyfriend, guiding him through various acts of foot worship. He seemed to take pleasure in following her directions and obeying her, and she, in turn, enjoyed the control she had over him. $gf looked over at $name, gauging his reaction to the video. She noticed a hint of curiosity in his eyes and saw a boner in his pants. "What do you think?" she asked hesitantly. "I know this might seem a bit strange, but there's something about the power dynamics and how the Boyfriend totally submits to his Girlfriend. $name nodded thoughtfully. "I agree. I think there's something incredibly arousing and fascinating about seeing the Boyfriend submit to his Girlfriend like that. $name took a deep breath, gathering the courage to share his thoughts with $gf. "And to be honest, I've actually fantasized about a scenario like this before, involving you and me. I imagine you coming home after a long day or workout, your feet slightly sweaty from being confined in your shoes. You sit down and confidently order me to remove your shoes and socks, revealing your tired feet. With a playful but assertive tone, you command me to smell your feet, to take in their scent, and to worship them." $gf listened intently, her eyes widening slightly as $name shared his fantasy. "I really appreciate you sharing that with me," $gf said softly, giving his hand a reassuring squeeze. "It means a lot to me that you trust me enough to open up about your desires. $name continued, his voice steady but filled with emotion. "I can imagine us trying this out, with you taking control and me completely submitting to your desires. As I kneel at your feet, I'd feel a strong sense of devotion and adoration for you, and it would be like we're entering a new level of intimacy. I would be focused on your pleasure and satisfaction, and in doing so, I'd be embracing a part of myself that I've never fully explored before." $gf smirked playfully, appreciating $name's enthusiasm and honesty. "Slow down a little, $name," she teased, "Let's not get too carried away just yet. We still have a lot to learn and explore together." $name blushed slightly, realizing that his excitement might have gotten the better of him. He nodded in agreement, understanding the importance of taking things one step at a time. "You're right, we should continue to explore and learn together before diving into anything new." After spending hours watching videos and discussing their feelings, $name and $gf felt an undeniable connection and a newfound sense of intimacy. They had opened up to each other, shared their desires, and explored the depths of their love and passion in ways they never thought possible. [[continue watching]]

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As the night wore on, they turned off the laptop, the screen going dark and casting their room in a soft, dim glow. They looked into each other's eyes, feeling a powerful surge of emotion and desire. $name took $gf's hand, and without a word, they moved closer, their lips meeting in a tender, passionate kiss. That night, they made love with an intensity and connection that they had never experienced before. Each touch, each caress, and each whispered word felt like an affirmation of their love and trust in one another. They explored each other's bodies with a newfound curiosity and appreciation, discovering new ways to bring pleasure and joy to each other. As they lay entwined in the afterglow, their hearts pounding and their breaths mingling, $name and $gf knew that they had shared something truly special. This night marked the beginning of a new chapter in their relationship, one filled with endless possibilities and an even deeper bond. As they drifted off to sleep in each other's arms, they felt grateful for the journey they had embarked on together, and they looked forward to the many adventures that lay ahead. Their love for one another had grown stronger, and they knew that together, they could face any challenge and explore any desire, side by side.

My entire life took an unexpected turn because I neglected a crucial rule: <span style="color: red;font-size: 24px;">Always remember to clear your browsing history.</span> I first met <span style="color: pink;">$gf</span>. back in high school. We were part of the same circle of friends and grew closer over time. She was undeniably beautiful, and she quickly became my high school crush. She had a captivating face with full lips that made her look so innocent. Her smile would light up any room she was in. She was about five feet six inches tall, with an amazing body. Being athletic, her legs had a great shape, leading up to a perfectly sculpted behind. Her features were mesmerizing, and she had an incredible personality. Despite her attractiveness, she still had this warm, innocent aura that made you want to spend time with her. After firstly struggling to confess my feelings for her, she approached me and took the lead. We quickly became inseparable and moved together. [[Continue|continue2]]

The titles of the various websites and stories caught my attention, but one in particular stood out to me: "Cuckold licks Girlfriend clean after old man fucked her." At first, I felt a mix of shock, curiosity, and perhaps a hint of embarrassment on behalf of my Boyfriend, $name. I had never considered that he might be harboring such fantasies, and the thought of him watching me with someone else was both intimidating and strangely intriguing. As I stood there, staring at the screen, I found myself growing increasingly horny about the content of the stories and videos he had been watching. I wondered what it was about this specific fantasy that captivated $name so much, and I couldn't help but feel a strange, tingling sensation in the pit of my stomach. I took a deep breath and clicked on the link, immersing myself in the world of $name's hidden desires. The story detailed a Girlfriend being intimate with an older, less attractive man while her Boyfriend watched and later licked her clean. The power dynamics and the taboo nature of the scenario began to arouse me in ways I had never experienced before.

I have these <span style="color: red ;">h̵͔̳̀̿í̶͍̟̾d̸̪̋͝ͅď̸̨͕e̷̢̠̓ń̵̘͆</span> sexual fantasies that I haven't told many people about. My biggest hidden fantasy—one I've had since a teenager that I haven't told anyone about, not even my <span style="color: pink;">girlfriend</span>.... <span class="spoiler">Watching the person I love tease and be intimate with someone else evokes a unique feeling. The thought of her being dominated by another, while still being mine, sends a thrilling shiver down my spine.</span> Since our sex life has been rather tame, I often read steamy stories online to satisfy my more adventurous urges. I never truly expected to act upon any of these fantasies; they seemed so taboo, and I would often scold myself for entertaining such thoughts. However, one day, everything changed. I had been browsing some of those more risqué stories and videos, indulging my hidden desires when my girlfriend unexpectedly came home early from work. In my haste, I had forgotten to clear my browsing history, leaving a window into my secret world wide open... [[Girlfriend POV]] <<script>> // This uses jQuery, which is included with SugarCube, to add an event listener $(document).on('mouseenter', '.spoiler', function() { // Add a class to change the text color when hovered $(this).addClass('spoiler-revealed'); }); <</script>>

<span style="font-size: 24px; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: #01C1FF;"> $gf View </span> As I walked into our home office after coming home early from work, I couldn't help but notice that the computer screen was still on. I approached the desk, only to see my <span style="color: orange;">boyfriend's</span> browsing history displayed on the screen. Normally I would never invade his privacy like that, but from the side of my eye I saw a <span style="color: red;">word.</span>... <hr> [[Look at the Screen]] [[Ignore it]] <<set $currentpov to "Girlfriend">>

... Cuckold ... <span style="color:pink;">I think think on of my friends mentioned something about cuckolding, what was it again...?</span> [[Look at Browser History]]

As I stood there, staring at the screen, I found myself growing increasingly curious about the content of the videos he had been watching. I took a deep breath and clicked on one of the video links, immersing myself in the world of $name's hidden desires... <div style="position: absolute; top: 220px; left: 700px;"> <<link "Video with a black man">> <<set $wentbbc to true>> <<goto "Video with a black man">> <</link>> </div> <div style="position: absolute; top: 220px; left: 1000px;"> <<link "Video with a big white cock">> <<set $wentbwc to true>> <<goto "click">> <</link>> </div> <div style="position: absolute; top: 300px; left: 700px; border: 2px solid white; background: white; line-height: 0;"> <img src="images/back/bbc.jpg" alt="Logo" width="200px" height="250px" style="display: block; margin: 0; padding: 0;"/> </div> <div style="position: absolute; top: 300px; left: 1000px; border: 2px solid white; background: white; line-height: 0;"> <img src="images/back/bwc.png" alt="Logo" width="230px" height="250px" style="display: block; margin: 0; padding: 0;"/> </div>

body[data-tags~="forest"] { background-image: url(""); background-attachment: fixed; background-repeat: no-repeat; background-size: 110%; /* maybe contain, based on the image and goals */ } background <span style="color:blue;"></span> <span class="big-red-text">''Welcome to the preview of "No Limit".''</span>

<span style="font-size: 20px;color: #01C1FF ;">Fast forward:</span> I'm turning 25 next month. (Damn I'm getting old) My <span style="color: pink;">girlfriend</span>., who is 1 years younger than me, and I have been together for over five years. We live in a remote and rural area. I'm incredibly fortunate to have met someone as beautiful and amazing as my <span style="color: pink;">girlfriend</span>. She's my rock who changed my life and pushed me to become a better person. She has a sweet and caring personality, and her stunning body makes you want to have the most passionate sex with her. She enjoys making love and being gentle; actually, she really loves sex. We definitely do it more than most couples, and the flame hasn't died over the years; if anything, it's been building. [[But...|continue3]]

Sometimes, I wish she would be more seductive and teasing. I don't want to make sweet love all the time. We stick to me on top or occasionally her on top—which seldom happens. While the sound of her moaning in pleasure would make most men nearly climax on the spot, I want her to scream, beg for more, and talk dirty. I have felt like there's a barrier with my <span style="color: pink;">girlfriend</span>. when it comes to more adventurous sex. She has never given me a blowjob throughout our five years together. She kissed my private area once when she was really drunk. It was the only time in our whole relationship that she'd ever had her lips on me down there. Most guys might dwell on the negative side of this situation, but I know I have one of the most beautiful and caring women in the world. I am always happy with her, so I rarely look at the downsides. [[However...]]

$gf never saw your browser history and your sex life stayed the same, until you both died :p (Path will come in future updates)

With each passing scene, my <span style="color:red;">arousal</span> continued to grow. My fingers slowly made their way beneath my clothing, gently grazing over my sensitive skin. As I continued to watch the videos, I began to touch myself, my fingers teasing and exploring my most intimate areas. <img src="images\solo wife\fingering1.gif" alt="Logo" width="502px" height="281px"/> I couldn't help but imagine my Boyfriend, $name, watching me in the same way that the men in the videos watched their wives, his eyes filled with a mixture of lust and adoration. <img src="images\cuckold gifs\cuckold1.gif" alt="Logo" width="722px" height="405px"/> As I pleasured myself, I started to fantasize about the possibility of exploring this kink with $name. Would he be open to the idea? How would it change our relationship, our trust, and our love for one another? The unknown only added to my excitement, fueling my <span style="color:red;">desire</span> to experience something new and thrilling together. <img src="images\solo wife\fingering2.gif" alt="Logo" width="333px" height="503px"/> <hr> [[Reach Orgasm]] [[Keep fantasising]]

In my fantasy, the stranger who approached me wasn't just any man; it was a tall and muscular one. As we exchanged flirtatious glances and conversation, I found myself drawn to him in a way that defied logic. <img src="images\cuckold gifs\teasing1.gif" alt="Logo" width="560px" height="300px"/> The chemistry between us was palpable, and I could feel $name's gaze on us as we continued to engage with one another.the man's attention on me, his touches lingering, and our laughter filling the air, created a sense of forbidden excitement that made my heart race. <img src="images\cuckold gifs\teasing2.gif" alt="Logo" width="560px" height="300px"/> As the night wore on, the man became bolder. He leaned in and kissed me passionately, his hands roaming over my body with a surprising level of confidence. I glanced over at $name, whose eyes were filled with a mix of lust, envy, and disbelief as he watched the unlikely scenario unfold before him. <img src="images\cuckold gifs\cuckold2.gif" alt="Logo" width="560px" height="300px"/> As I lost myself in the fantasy, my fingers danced over my body, teasing and exploring my most intimate areas. The thrill of imagining myself with our unattractive neighbor, while my <span style="color: orange;">boyfriend</span> watched, sent waves of pleasure through me. As my arousal reached its peak. <img src="images\cuckold gifs\teasing3.gif" alt="Logo" width="719px" height="408px"/> <<if visited() eq 1>> <<set $corruptionw += 1>> <</if>> [[Reach Orgasm]]

I brought myself to an intense and satisfying climax, my heart racing and my body flushed with the heat of my desires <img src="images\cuckold gifs\cuckold3.gif" alt="Logo" width="560px" height="300px"/> [[Home]]

In the days that followed our conversation about $name's cuckold fantasies, I couldn't help but find my thoughts returning to the idea again and again. The more I thought about it, the more the idea of cuckolding my Boyfriend began to consume me. I found myself unable to resist the urge to indulge in my own pleasure as my fantasies took on a life of their own. Each time I was alone and found a moment of privacy, my hands would wander beneath my clothing as I envisioned different scenarios in which I'd be intimate with another man while $name watched. I imagined how he might look, a mixture of lust and jealousy in his eyes, as he saw me experiencing pleasure from someone else's touch. The taboo nature of these fantasies only served to intensify my arousal. As I pleasured myself, my fantasies became more vivid and detailed. I imagined the sensation of another man's hands on my body, exploring me in ways that were both familiar and foreign. I thought about the different ways $name might react, whether he'd be unable to tear his eyes away from the scene or if he'd be eager to join in and reclaim me as his own. The more I entertained these fantasies, the more I began to wonder if they were something that we could truly explore together. How would it change our relationship, our trust, and our love for one another? The unknown only added to my excitement, fueling my desire to experience something new and thrilling together. As my fantasies continued to evolve, I knew that I needed to have another conversation with $name. It was time to discuss our desires openly and honestly, to see if the idea of cuckolding was something that we both wanted to pursue. With a deep breath and a racing heart, I approached my Boyfriend, ready to take the first step toward a new chapter in our relationship.

<div class="bold-link"> [[Character Description]] [[Check yourself]] <div style="position: absolute; top: 300px; left: 660px;border: 2px solid white;line-height: 0; z-index: 10;"> <a href="javascript: void(0);" data-passage="Computer"> <img src="images/back/PC.png" alt="Logo" width="100px" height="100px"/> </a> </div> <<if not $petname1>> <div style="position: absolute; top: 450px; left: 660px;border: 2px solid white;line-height: 0; z-index: 10;"> <a href="javascript: void(0);" data-passage="Pet intro"> <img src="images/back/Pet.png" alt="Logo" width="100px" height="100px"/> </a> </div> <<else>> <div style="position: absolute; top: 450px; left: 660px;border: 2px solid white;line-height: 0; z-index: 10;"> <a href="javascript: void(0);" data-passage="Pet"> <img src="images/back/Pet.png" alt="Logo" width="100px" height="100px"/> </a> </div> <</if>> <div style="position: absolute; top: 300px; left: 860px;border: 2px solid white;line-height: 0; z-index: 10;"> <a href="javascript: void(0);" data-passage="Bathroom"> <img src="images/back/Shower.png" alt="Logo" width="100px" height="100px"/> </a> </div> <<if $horny > 2>> <div style="position: absolute; top: 450px; left: 860px;border: 2px solid white;line-height: 0; z-index: 10;"> <a href="javascript: void(0);" data-passage="Masturbate"> <img src="images/back/Penis.png" alt="Logo" width="100px" height="100px"/> </a> </div> <</if>> </div> <<if $horny lte 2>> <div style="position: absolute; top: 450px; left: 860px;border: 2px solid white; line-height: 0; z-index: 10;"> <a href="javascript: void(0);" data-passage="Go to Work1"> <img src="images/back/Door.png" alt="Logo" width="100px" height="100px"/> </a> </div> <<else>> <div style="position: absolute; top: 450px; left: 860px;border: 2px solid white; line-height: 0; z-index: 10;"> <a href="javascript: void(0);" data-passage="You are too horny to go to work."> <img src="images/back/Door.png" alt="Logo" width="100px" height="100px"/> </a> </div> <</if>> <<if visited() eq 1>> <<set $horny += 1>> <</if>> <<if visited() eq 1>> <<set $day += 1>> <</if>> <<if $debug>> <div style="position: absolute; top:10px; left:300px; color: red; font-size: 30px;"> 1 </div> <</if>> <<set $currentpov to "You">> <<set $visitedB = true>>

$name sat alone in the dimly lit room, the glow of his computer screen casting an eerie light across his intent face. Hunched over the keyboard, his eyes flickered with a mix of fascination and nervous energy. On the screen, images danced and played – a secret world of desires $name had kept hidden, even from his girlfriend, $gf. His heart raced as he clicked through various sites, each tab a gateway to fantasies he had never dared to voice. The sound of every notification made him jump, a constant reminder that Mia could walk in at any moment. His fingers trembled slightly, not just from the thrill of what he was watching, but also from the fear of being discovered. This was his clandestine ritual, a hidden indulgence in a world he wasn't sure $gf would understand or accept. The room was filled with the soft hum of the computer and $name's hushed breaths, pictures and videos flickered on the screen. $name's fingers hovered indecisively over the keyboard, his mind torn between two contrasting fantasies. The cuckold video promised a deliciously humiliating scenario, a man watching powerlessly as his partner indulged in forbidden pleasures with another man... On the other side, the video of a female slave stirred a different but equally intense craving. It depicted a world of absolute control and dominance, where a woman surrendered herself completely... <span style="font-size: 24px; color: #9004FD;">Choose the Fetish you want to watch:</span> /*Go to settings to activate <span style="color: red;">hard humiliation</span> */ <hr>  <div style="position: relative; height: 120px; width: 800px;">  <div style="position: absolute; top: -50px; left: 20px;"> <<link "Female Slave Porn">> <<set $fetish.slave = true>> <<goto "SlaveStory">> <</link>> </div>  <div style="position: absolute; top: 20px; left: 0px; border: 2px solid white; background: white; line-height: 0;"> <img src="images/back/FemaleSlave.jpg" alt="Logo" width="350px" height="220px" style="display: block; margin: 0; padding: 0;"/> </div>  <div style="position: absolute; top: -50px; left: 460px;"> <<link "Cuckold Porn">> <<set $fetish.cuckold = true>> <<goto "Introduction CuckoldStory">> <</link>> </div>  <div style="position: absolute; top: 20px; left: 400px; border: 2px solid white; background: white; line-height: 0;"> <img src="images/back/Cuckold.jpg" alt="Logo" width="350px" height="220px" style="display: block; margin: 0; padding: 0;"/> </div> </div> <hr>

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<<replace "#story-caption">> Current POV: <span id="currentpovColor" style="color: #9004FD; font-size: 20px;">$currentpov</span> <</replace>><hr> <span style="color: #9004FD;">Day</span>: $day <span style="color: #9004FD;">Horny</span>: $horny <span style="color: #9004FD;">Corruption GF</span>: $corruptionw <img src="images/2/LogoNew.png" alt="No Limit" width="250px" height="70px" />

<<if $looks lte 0>> Your face has a regular/average appearance with some stubble. <<elseif $looks gt 1 and $looks lt 4>> Your face has a regular/average appearance and you are clean-shaven. <<elseif $looks gt 4>> placeholder. <<else>> Something went wrong with your looks rating. <</if>> <<if $fitness lte 1>> Your fitness is flat and a little soft from lack of exercise. I really need to start hitting the Gym again. <<elseif $fitness gt 2 and $fitness lt 4>> Your fitness is showing some increase in muscle mass, after hitting the gym. <<elseif $fitness gt 4>> Your body starts to look great, your arms, fitness and abs are showing. <<else>> Something went wrong with your looks rating. <</if>> <<if $penis lte 1>> You have an average and hairy penis <<elseif $penis gt 2 and $penis lt 4>> You have an average and hairless penis. <<elseif $penis gt 4>> Your hairless penis is locked in a chastity cage. <<else>> Something went wrong with your looks rating. <</if>> $petname [[return|Home]]

<span style="font-family: cursive; color: red;">You are close to cumming...</span> <<link "Cum">> <<set $horny = 0>> <<for _i to 0; _i lt $cum.length; _i++>> <<set _randomGif to $cum.random()>> <<if _randomGif is $currentGif>> <<continue>> <</if>> <<set $currentGif to _randomGif>> <<replace "#imageLocation">>[img[_randomGif]]<</replace>> <<break>> <</for>> <<run UIBar.update()>> <</link>> <div id="imageLocation"></div> <<set $cum to ["images/porn/cum1.gif", "images/porn/cum2.gif", "images/porn/cum3.gif"]>> <<if $visitedB>> [[Return|Home]] <</if>> <<if $visitedC>> [[Return|Home2]] <</if>> <<if $visitedD>> [[Return|Home3]] <</if>> <<if $visitedG1>> [[Return|Home4]] <</if>> <<if $visitedE>> [[Return|HomeS1]] <</if>> <<if $visitedF1>> [[Return|Computer4]] <</if>>

The next morning, <span style="color: orange;">$name</span> headed to work,while $gf went to the gym. <span style="color: orange;">$name</span> 's mind was buzzing, remembering the great sex he had with $gf. As he sat down at his desk and booted up his computer, he tried to push aside the thoughts of the night before and focus on the tasks at hand. <img src="images\random\cat1.gif" alt="Logo" width="260px" height="300px"/> Throughout the day, <span style="color: orange;">$name</span> found himself immersed in trivial conversations with his colleagues. They chatted about everything from the latest sports scores to their weekend plans, the new restaurant that had just opened up downtown to the upcoming office party. It was mundane, everyday chatter, but it was a welcome distraction from the whirlwind of emotions and fantasies that had been consuming him lately. Over lunch, <span style="color: orange;">$name</span> found himself discussing the new Star Wars series with his coworker, Tom, a fellow fan. They debated over their favorite characters and speculated about the plot twists in the upcoming episodes. Meanwhile, his colleague, Sarah, shared her latest baking adventures, and they all enjoyed a good laugh over her disastrous attempt at a soufflé. In the midst of these trivial conversations, <span style="color: orange;">$name</span> felt a strange sense of anticipation. His dick grew in his pants. And as he engaged in these discussions, he couldn't help but wonder how much longer he could keep his secret from $gf. As the day came to a close, <span style="color: orange;">$name</span> found himself looking forward to going home and seeing $gf. Even the mundane chatter of his workday couldn't completely distract him from the enticing possibilities that awaited him at home... [[Home|Cut1]] <<if visited() eq 1>> <<set $corruptionw += 2>> <</if>> <<if visited() eq 1>> <<set $day += 1>> <</if>>

<<link "watch porn">> <<set $playercorruption += 1>> <<replace "#imageLocation">> [img[PathToYourImage]] <</replace>> <</link>> <div id="imageLocation"></div>

A turtle, resided in a small tank in the corner of $name's living room. It lived a quiet and simple life. It had a green shell and moved with a slow, deliberate grace, often seen basking under the heat lamp or leisurely swimming through the water of its tank. <p>Please enter your pet's name, or leave it blank for a default name <span style="color: green;">(Mikey)</span>:</p> <<textbox "$petname" "" autofocus>> <br> <<button "Continue to Fetish Choose">> <<if $petname.trim() == "">> <<set $petname to "Mikey">> <</if>> <<goto "Pet">> <</button>>

<<set $meme to ["images/random/meme1.gif", "images/random/meme2.gif", "images/random/meme3.gif", "images/random/meme4.gif"]>> [img[$meme.random()]] <span style="color: orange;">Hehe funny</span> [[Return|Computer]]

<<set $gta to ["images/random/gta1.gif", "images/random/gta2.gif", "images/random/gta3.gif"]>> [img[$gta.random()]] <span style="color: orange;">I wonder when GTA 6 will come out?</span> [[return|Computer]] <<set $horny -= 1>>

<div class="bold-link"> [[Check yourself|Check Yourself2]] [[Character Description|Character Description2]] <div style="position: absolute; top: 300px; left: 660px;border: 2px solid white;line-height: 0; z-index: 10;"> <a href="javascript: void(0);" data-passage="computer2"> <img src="images/back/PC.png" alt="Logo" width="100px" height="100px"/> </a> </div> <div style="position: absolute; top: 450px; left: 660px;border: 2px solid white;line-height: 0; z-index: 10;"> <a href="javascript: void(0);" data-passage="Pet2"> <img src="images/back/Pet.png" alt="Logo" width="100px" height="100px"/> </a> </div> <div style="position: absolute; top: 300px; left: 860px;border: 2px solid white;border: 2px solid white;line-height: 0; z-index: 10;"> <a href="javascript: void(0);" data-passage="Bathroom2"> <img src="images/back/Shower.png" alt="Logo" width="100px" height="100px"/> </a> </div> <<if $horny > 2>> <div style="position: absolute; top: 450px; left: 860px;border: 2px solid white;line-height: 0; z-index: 10;"> <a href="javascript: void(0);" data-passage="Masturbate"> <img src="images/back/Penis.png" alt="Logo" width="100px" height="100px"/> </a> </div> <</if>> <div style="position: absolute; top: 300px; left: 1060px;border: 2px solid white;line-height: 0; z-index: 10;"> <a href="javascript: void(0);" data-passage="Gym"> <img src="images/back/dumbbell.png" alt="Logo" width="100px" height="100px"/> </a> </div> <<if $visitedA>> <div style="position: absolute; top: 450px; left: 1060px;border: 2px solid white; line-height: 0; z-index: 10;"> <a href="javascript: void(0);" data-passage="Work gf"> <img src="images/back/Door.png" alt="Logo" width="100px" height="100px"/> </a> </div> <<else>> <div style="position: absolute; top: 450px; left: 1060px;border: 2px solid white; line-height: 0; z-index: 10;"> <a href="javascript: void(0);" data-passage="Look at your PC"> <img src="images/back/Door.png" alt="Logo" width="100px" height="100px"/> </a> </div> <</if>> <<if $debug>> <div style="position: absolute; top:10px; left:300px; color: red; font-size: 30px;"> 2 </div> <</if>> <<if visited() eq 1>> <<set $day += 1>> <</if>>

<div class="bold-link"> <div style="position: absolute; top: 50px; left: 360px;background: transparent; line-height: 0; z-index: 10;"> <a href="javascript: void(0);" data-passage="Meme2"> <img src="images/back/Youtube.png" alt="Logo" width="80px" height="60px"/> </a> </div> <<if $visitedG5>> <div style="position: absolute; top: 200px; left: 360px;background: transparent; line-height: 0; z-index: 10;border: 2px solid white;"> <a href="javascript: void(0);" data-passage="Chrome2"> <img src="images/back/Chrome.png" alt="Logo" width="80px" height="80px"/> </a> </div> <<else>> <div style="position: absolute; top: 200px; left: 360px; background: transparent; line-height: 0; z-index: 10; border: 2px solid red;"> <a href="javascript: void(0);" data-passage="Chrome2"> <img src="images/back/Chrome.png" alt="Logo" width="80px" height="80px"/> </a> </div> <</if>> <div style="position: absolute; top: 350px; left: 360px;background: transparent; line-height: 0; z-index: 10;"> <a href="javascript: void(0);" data-passage="Consol2"> <img src="images/back/GTA.png" alt="Logo" width="80px" height="80px"/> </a> </div> [[Go to sleep|Home2]]

<<if visited() eq 1>> After work, $name decided to head to the gym for his usual workout session. As he stepped into the bustling fitness center, he was greeted by the familiar sounds of clanking weights, motivational music, and hushed conversations. He loved the energy in the gym, but today, his mind was elsewhere. <img src="images\cuckold gifs\gym1.gif" alt="Logo" width="718px" height="537px"/> As $name started his warm-up, his gaze inevitably drifted towards the other gym-goers. He noticed the fit, athletic women working out around him. Today, he found himself particularly drawn to their tight workout leggings, hugging their shapely figures and highlighting the curves of their toned buttocks. It was a sight he had always appreciated but, for some reason, today it stirred up a stronger response than usual. <img src="images\cuckold gifs\gym2.gif" alt="Logo" width="721px" height="407px"/> He found himself imagining $gf in similar workout gear, her curves accentuated by the tight fabric. A wave of arousal washed over him as he thought of $gf's figure in such a setting. This vision of $gf stirred up a longing in him, intertwining with the images from the videos they had watched and the fantasies they had shared. <img src="images\cuckold gifs\gym3.gif" alt="Logo" width="406px" height="723px"/> His mind began to wander further, imagining $gf interacting with the men at the gym, teasing them with her flirtatious charm and seductive body. The image of $gf being desired by other men, yet returning to him, made his heart race with a strange mix of jealousy and arousal. It was a fantasy he was still trying to understand, yet its power over him was undeniable. <img src="images\cuckold gifs\gym4.gif" alt="Logo" width="722px" height="409px"/> Despite the crowded gym and the cacophony of sounds around him, $name felt a wave of intense desire washing over him. He tried to refocus his mind on his workout, knowing he needed to work through these feelings and thoughts with $gf. The gym was usually his place of respite, but today, it had become another playground for his burgeoning fantasies. <img src="images\cuckold gifs\gym5.gif" alt="Logo" width="719px" height="404px"/> [[Go home|Home2]] <<if visited() eq 1>> <<set $chest = 2>> <</if>> <<if visited() eq 1>> <<set $horny += 2>> <</if>> <<else>> You already worked out... [[Go Back|Home2]] <</if>>

$looks $chest $penis $horny $corruption 4 is max corruption 2 is min corrupiotn

<<if $wentbbc>>[[BBC Porn|BBC Porn]] <<else>><span style="color: red;">BBC Porn</span> This one doesn't look interesting... <</if>> <<if $wentbwc>>[[BWC Porn|BWC Porn]] <<else>><span style="color: red;">BWC Porn</span> This one doesn't look interesting... <</if>> [[Return|computer2]]

As he scrolled through the myriad of categories, he stumbled upon one labeled "bcw". Intrigued and somewhat familiar with the term, he clicked on it, bringing up a plethora of videos featuring white wives with black men. His heart pounded in his chest as he clicked on one of the videos. The video began to play, and $name found himself watching as a petite, blonde woman, not unlike $gf in appearance, engaged in passionate foreplay with a significantly larger, muscular black man. The stark contrast of their bodies, the domination the man exhibited, and the pleasure evident on the woman's face drew $name in. It was a new form of excitement, an exotic element that added to the thrill of the fantasy. <img src="images\cuckold gifs\bbc2.gif" alt="Logo" width="407px" height="720px"/> As he watched the video, $name imagined it was $gf in the woman's place. He thought about how she would react, how it would feel to watch her in such a situation. The idea of his sweet, loving wife being taken by a strong, dominating man was intimidating, but it stirred something within him that he couldn't quite name. He watched as the woman's cries of pleasure echoed in the room, the black man's authoritative commands adding to the intensity of the scene. A part of him felt guilty for watching such content, but a larger part of him was aroused by the thought of $gf being desired, taken, and satisfied by another man. <img src="images\cuckold gifs\bbc3.gif" alt="Logo" width="720px" height="408px"/> <img src="images\cuckold gifs\bbc1.gif" alt="Logo" width="723px" height="405px"/> As the video ended, $name was left in a state of heightened arousal and confusion. His fantasies were growing more complex, more intense. He knew he had to talk to $gf about them, had to share his newfound interests. The thought of doing so was nerve-wracking, but he also knew he couldn't ignore his desires any longer. It was time to take the next step in their sexual exploration. [[Return|computer2]] <<set $visitedA = true>>

As he scrolled through the myriad of categories, he stumbled upon one labeled "BWC". Intrigued and somewhat familiar with the term, he clicked on it, bringing up a plethora of videos featuring wives fucking big white cocks. His heart pounded in his chest as he clicked on one of the videos. The video began to play, and $name found himself watching as a petite, blonde woman, not unlike $gf in appearance, engaged in passionate foreplay with a significantly larger, muscular man. The stark contrast of their bodies, the domination the man exhibited, and the pleasure evident on the woman's face drew $name in. It was a new form of excitement, an exotic element that added to the thrill of the fantasy. <img src="images\cuckold gifs\bwc2.gif" alt="Logo" width="721px" height="410px"/> As he watched the video, $name imagined it was $gf in the woman's place. He thought about how she would react, how it would feel to watch her in such a situation. The idea of his sweet, loving wife being taken by a strong, dominating man was intimidating, but it stirred something within him that he couldn't quite name. He watched as the woman's cries of pleasure echoed in the room, the man's authoritative commands adding to the intensity of the scene. A part of him felt guilty for watching such content, but a larger part of him was aroused by the thought of $gf being desired, taken, and satisfied by another man. <img src="images\cuckold gifs\bwc3.gif" alt="Logo" width="722px" height="407px"/> As the video ended, $name was left in a state of heightened arousal and confusion. His fantasies were growing more complex, more intense. He knew he had to talk to $gf about them, had to share his newfound interests. The thought of doing so was nerve-wracking, but he also knew he couldn't ignore his desires any longer. It was time to take the next step in their sexual exploration. [[Return|computer2]] <<set $visitedA = true>>

<img src="images\cuckold gifs\feet1.gif" alt="Logo" width="460px" height="300px"/> Next, $name found himself clicking on a category labeled 'Humiliation JOI'. JOI, he knew, stood for 'Jerk Off Instructions' – it was a type of pornography where a woman often took on a dominant role, instructing the viewer on how to pleasure themselves. It was a category he hadn't explored before, but with his newfound curiosity and evolving fantasies, he decided to venture into the unknown. The video began, revealing a dominant, provocatively dressed woman looking directly into the camera. Her gaze was assertive and her words were commanding, creating an atmosphere of dominance and submission. The woman began to instruct the viewer in a belittling and demeaning manner, using her words to create a scenario of humiliation. While watching, $name felt a rush of conflicting emotions. There was shame, embarrassment, and unease, but there was also a curious sense of arousal. He couldn't quite understand why the video was stimulating to him, but the blend of humiliation and pleasure seemed to strike a chord in his evolving desires. He imagined himself being in the place of the viewer, being commanded and humiliated by a dominant $gf. The thought excited him and he could feel a warmth spreading through him. A part of him felt guilty for getting turned on by such content, but he couldn't deny the strange thrill it provided. As he continued to watch, he was filled with a mixture of anticipation and fear. He knew he was venturing into a territory that was foreign to him, one that could potentially change his relationship with $gf. But he also felt an odd sense of liberation in exploring these hidden desires. Once the video ended, $name sat back in his chair, contemplating his reactions. He was discovering new aspects of his sexuality, and he knew he needed to share these revelations with $gf. But how would she react? Would she be shocked, disgusted, or perhaps surprisingly accepting? The prospect of sharing these fantasies with her was daunting, yet he knew it was a step they would have to take if they were to continue their sexual exploration.

$gf returned home from work later in the evening, her face lighting up as she saw $name waiting for her. He stood up from his spot on the couch, pulling her into a warm embrace and planting a soft kiss on her lips. <span style="color: orange;">"How was work, sweetheart?" </span>he asked, his hand gently brushing a loose strand of hair away from her face. $gf sighed, a slight smile playing on her lips. <span style="color: pink;">"Same old, same old,"</span> she replied. <span style="color: pink;">"But I'm glad to be home."</span> $name led her to the couch, his arm draped around her shoulders as they settled into the comfortable cushions. They talked about her day at work, about the usual frustrations and little victories that came with her job. $name was always a good listener, offering his understanding and support when needed, making her laugh when things got too stressful. <img src="images\back\Tv.jpg" alt="Logo" width="260px" height="400px"/> As the conversation dwindled, $name suggested they watch a movie. They browsed through their streaming options, finally settling on a romantic comedy that they both had been wanting to see. The room filled with the soft glow of the television screen, the cozy atmosphere perfect for a relaxing evening. They laughed and commented on the movie, their bodies pressed closely together on the couch. $name would occasionally glance at $gf, appreciating her relaxed expression and the way her eyes sparkled with amusement. Their evening continued in this cozy, domestic manner, both of them content in each other's company. It was moments like these that $name cherished the most – just him and $gf, spending quality time together, enjoying the simple pleasures of life. It was also moments like these that made him even more determined to open up to her about his evolving sexual desires. But he decided to wait for another day, another moment, when they could delve deeper into their fantasies without distractions. For now, he was content to enjoy the moment, content in the warmth of $gf's presence. [[Next morning|Next day3]] <<set $currentpov to "You">> <<set $visitedC = false>>

<span style="font-size: 24px; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: #01C1FF;"> $gf View </span> The next morning, as the first rays of sunlight streamed in through the window, $gf found herself alone in the house. $name had left for the gym, leaving her to enjoy the quiet morning by herself. With a cup of coffee in hand, she made her way to $name's study. With a moment of hesitation, she settled herself in front of his computer. A pang of guilt coursed through her at the invasion of his privacy, but her curiosity was too overwhelming to resist. The previous day's discovery of the cuckold porn still resonated in her mind, stirring a whirlwind of emotions and thoughts. She opened up the browser and looked at the history once again, confirming her recollection. There it was - the same websites, the same categories, the same videos. Her mind raced as she scrolled through the list, the thumbnails offering a glimpse into $name's hidden fantasies. <img src="images\ph background.png" alt="Logo" width="860px" height="800px"/> <hr> [[Click on one]] [[Search for hidden files]] <<set $currentpov to "Girlfriend">> <<if visited() eq 1>> <<set $day += 1>> <</if>>

My entire life took an unexpected turn because I neglected a crucial rule: <span style="color: red;">Always remember to clear your browsing history.</span> I first met $gf back in high school. We were part of the same circle of friends and grew closer over time. She was undeniably beautiful, and she quickly became my high school crush. She had a captivating face with full lips that made her look so innocent. Her smile would light up any room she was in. She was about five feet six inches tall, with an amazing body. Being athletic, her legs had a great shape, leading up to a perfectly sculpted behind. Her features were mesmerizing, and she had an incredible personality. Despite her attractiveness, she still had this warm, innocent aura that made you want to spend time with her. After firstly struggling to confess my feelings for her, she approached me and took the lead. We quickly became inseparable and moved together. [[Continue|ContinueS2]] <<set $currentpov to "You">>

<<if $wentbbc>> $gf's curiosity eventually led her back to the browsing history. Scrolling through the list of watched videos, one particular title caught her eye - <span style="color: red;">""Slutwife takes BBC anal with Hubby Filming""</span>. She paused, her heart pounding a little faster. The title alone was a far cry from their own romantic, intimate experiences. It was crude, explicit, and suggestive. She felt a thrill of excitement mixed with fear. This was an unexplored territory for her, and the thought of delving into it was both exhilarating and nerve-wracking. Gathering her courage, $gf clicked on the video. The screen changed, and she found herself staring at a blonde woman, dressed provocatively, and a tall, muscular black man. The woman's husband was there too, watching and filming their encounter. <img src="images\cuckold gifs\bbc4.gif" alt="Logo" width="720px" height="407px"/> As she watched the video, $gf felt a flush of heat rush to her cheeks. The explicit nature of the video was shocking, but also strangely compelling. The woman's cries of pleasure, the man's powerful thrusts, the husband's encouraging words - they all combined to create a raw, intense sexual atmosphere. <img src="images\cuckold gifs\bbc5.gif" alt="Logo" width="353px" height="640px"/> She noticed the pleasure on the woman's face, the satisfaction in the man's eyes, the arousal in the husband's expression. It was a new world of sexual dynamics and roles, of pleasure and power, of dominance and submission. $gf found herself fascinated, captivated by the uninhibited display of passion and desire. <img src="images\cuckold gifs\bbc6.gif" alt="Logo" width="719px" height="408px"/> Despite her initial hesitation, $gf found herself intrigued by the video. It was so different from her own experiences, so raw and powerful. She could not deny the arousal building within her as she watched the couple engage in their explicit act. <img src="images\cuckold gifs\bbc7.gif" alt="Logo" width="721px" height="408px"/> $gf's mind started to wander. She began imagining herself in the woman's place, with $name watching. The thought was shocking, but also incredibly arousing. Could she ever bring herself to fulfill such a fantasy? Her heart pounding, $gf continued to watch the video, her mind filled with conflicting emotions and thoughts. She was stepping into a world of new experiences, and she wasn't sure where it would lead her. <<else>> $gf's curiosity eventually led her back to the browsing history. As she scanned through the list of viewed videos, one title in particular seized her attention - <span style="color: red;">""Hotwife takes anal from Stranger while Hubby Films""</span>. Her heart skipped a beat, a flutter of excitement sending a chill down her spine. The title was in stark contrast to their usual affectionate, private escapades. It was brash, raw, and suggestive. A thrilling apprehension washed over her, coupled with a rush of anticipation. She stood on the precipice of an unfamiliar realm, and the prospect of venturing into it was both exhilarating and daunting. Mustering her courage, $gf clicked on the video. The screen morphed, revealing a blond woman, garbed in suggestive attire, and a tall, muscular white man. The woman's husband was present as well, silently observing and recording their encounter. <img src="images\cuckold gifs\bwc4.gif" alt="Logo" width="722px" height="407px"/> As the video played, $gf felt her cheeks grow hot. The uncensored nature of the video was startling, yet intriguingly captivating. The woman's ecstatic moans, the man's assertive thrusts, the husband's whispering endorsements - all these elements blended to construct a sexually charged, potent atmosphere. <img src="images\cuckold gifs\bwc5.gif" alt="Logo" width="1001px" height="480px"/> She noted the ecstasy etched onto the woman's face, the fulfillment glinting in the man's eyes, the intense interest apparent in the husband's demeanor. It was a fresh perspective on sexual dynamics and roles, an exploration into pleasure and power, dominance and submission. $gf found herself engrossed, entranced by this uninhibited exhibition of raw desire and passion. <img src="images\cuckold gifs\solo3.gif" alt="Logo" width="723px" height="404px"/> Despite her preliminary reservations, $gf was piqued by the video. Its rawness, its intensity was so disparate from her own experiences. She couldn't ignore the escalating arousal stirring within her as she continued to observe the couple's graphic encounter. <img src="images\cuckold gifs\bwc6.gif" alt="Logo" width="720px" height="405px"/> As the scenes unfolded, $gf's imagination ran wild. She found herself picturing herself in the woman's position, with $name watching. The idea was startling, but strangely alluring. Could she ever muster the courage to live out such a fantasy? Her pulse racing, $gf remained engrossed in the video, her mind swirling with a maelstrom of conflicting emotions and thoughts. She was stepping into a realm of uncharted experiences, and the uncertainty of where it would lead was both intimidating and exciting. <</if>> <hr> [[Masturbate|Masturbate2]] [[Search for hidden files]] [[Continue looking at the browser history]]

Driven by curiosity, she began to look for hidden files on his PC. This was beyond her usual comfort zone, but something urged her on. She carefully checked his documents, his downloads, his picture files - every possible place where he could have stored something personal. Despite her meticulous search, $gf found no hidden files. There were no secret folders or encrypted documents - everything was as expected. It was clear that $name had not intentionally hidden anything from her. If anything, his browsing history seemed more like a neglected detail, an oversight. As $gf navigated away from the search, she felt a strange mix of relief and disappointment. Relief, because there were no unpleasant surprises. Disappointment, because the mystery was still unresolved. What did $name's fantasies truly mean? Was it something he wanted to experience in reality? And what role did she play in these fantasies? Lost in her thoughts, she failed to notice the time passing. Her cup of coffee had grown cold, and the morning was steadily turning into afternoon. [[Go to the Gym]]

As the video continued to play, $gf felt an undeniable surge of desire coursing through her body. Her breath hitched and her heart pounded in her chest. Without thinking, her hand began to trail down her body, her fingers seeking the source of her heat. <img src="images\cuckold gifs\solo1.gif" alt="Logo" width="721px" height="403px"/> She bit her lip as her fingers grazed against her soft skin, a gentle moan escaping her lips. She hadn't expected this. The video, $name's hidden fantasies, the strange new desire within her - all these were stirring feelings in her she hadn't felt before. Closing her eyes, she let her mind wander into fantasy. She saw herself in the woman's position, a muscular stranger filling her with powerful strokes. $name was there too, watching her, filming her, encouraging her. The thought was wildly erotic, pushing her arousal to new heights. $gf let her fingers explore further, her breathing becoming erratic as she imagined the scenario. Her body responded eagerly to her touch, every thought of $name and the stranger pushing her closer to the edge. She saw herself submitting, surrendering to the pleasure, while $name watched, his eyes filled with lust and desire. <img src="images\cuckold gifs\solo2.gif" alt="Logo" width="486px" height="865px"/> It wasn't long before $gf's body tightened, a rush of pleasure overwhelming her senses. She bit her lip to muffle her cries, her body convulsing with the intensity of her orgasm. As the waves of pleasure subsided, $gf opened her eyes, panting and flushed. She was left stunned, her mind reeling from the intense fantasy. She had never imagined herself in such a scenario, and the fact that it had brought her such pleasure was both exciting and frightening. One thing was clear - $gf had ventured into new territory, discovering a side to her sexuality she had never explored before. She knew she couldn't ignore it, couldn't pretend it hadn't happened. She had taken the first step, and she was curious to see where this new path would lead her. [[Go to the gym|Go to the Gym]] <<if visited() eq 1>> <<set $corruptionw += 1>> <</if>>

Gathering her breath and her thoughts, $gf scrolled through the browser history, her mind a whirlwind of curiosity and arousal. Each title was a step further into this new, exciting territory. As she skimmed through the list, a few stood out: <span style="color: red;">"Alpha bull takes wife while sissy hubby watches."</span> <span style="color: red;">""Wife makes husband clean up after her date."</span> <span style="color: red;">"Hotwife fulfills cuckold husband's fantasy."</span> Each title was more explicit than the last, suggesting a whole world of erotic scenarios $gf had never considered before. She clicked on another video, this one featuring a wife who teased her husband with details of her date before making him clean up after her. As she watched, $gf felt a strange thrill. There was something so powerfully erotic about the woman's dominance, the husband's submission, and the undeniable pleasure they both derived from it. $gf found herself drawn to the dynamic, the unconventional display of affection and desire. It was a different kind of love story, one where power and pleasure intertwined in unexpected ways. And while it was far from the love story she'd always known, $gf couldn't deny the allure it held. She continued to explore, clicking through video after video. With each scene, $gf found her understanding of her desires evolving. She was seeing a side of herself she'd never known existed, and it was both intimidating and thrilling. $name's hidden fantasies were opening up a whole new world to her, and $gf was eager to discover more. She wondered what it would be like to bring these fantasies to life, to explore this new aspect of their relationship. Could they really venture into this realm of pleasure and power? Only time would tell. But for now, $gf was content to explore, to learn, and to fantasize. [[Go to the gym|Go to the Gym]] <<if visited() eq 1>> <<set $corruptionw += 1>> <</if>>

$gf closed the browser with a final click, her mind a whirlwind of the newfound erotic territory she had just explored. As she got up from her chair, she felt a strange thrill coursing through her. $name's fantasies had unearthed a dormant curiosity within her, and she couldn't deny the excitement it stirred. She headed to the gym, her usual routine providing some semblance of normalcy after the intense exploration she'd just undertaken. The atmosphere was lively, a mixed bag of grunts, clangs of weights, and the occasional banter filling the space. As she began her workout, her gaze began to wander. The gym was teeming with muscular men, their bodies rippling with strength and power. It was a sight she'd seen many times before, but now, everything was viewed through a new lens. <img src="images\cuckold gifs\gym6.gif" alt="Logo" width="560px" height="300px"/> Her mind began to drift, weaving fantasies around these men. The idea of cuckolding, something she'd just encountered in $name's browser history, surfaced in her mind. She pictured herself with these muscular men, their powerful bodies dwarfing hers. She imagined them taking her, their strength overpowering her, all while $name watched, his eyes wide with lust and curiosity. $gf felt her cheeks flush as she continued her workout, her body responding to the vivid fantasies coursing through her mind. She couldn't help but steal glances at these men, her imagination painting vivid scenes of power play, pleasure, and submission. <img src="images\cuckold gifs\gym8.gif" alt="Logo" width="560px" height="300px"/> But it wasn't just the idea of being with these men that excited her. She found herself drawn to the thought of $name watching, the voyeuristic aspect adding another layer of thrill to her fantasies. His desire, his fascination, his silent participation – it was an unconventional dynamic that she found surprisingly alluring. Though she knew these fantasies were just that—fantasies—they provided a spark of arousal and exploration she had never experienced before. It was as if the hidden desires she had discovered through $name's browser history had awakened something within her, pushing her to explore the depths of her own pleasure and curiosity. <<if $wentbbc>> [[Ask Fitness Coach for tips]] <</if>> As she finished her workout, $gf went to the showers. <hr> [[Look at mens shower]] [[Women shower]]

As $gf made her way towards the women's locker room, she found herself pausing at the entrance of the men's shower area. A potent mixture of curiosity and desire coiled within her, emboldening her in a way she hadn't expected. Stealing a glance around to ensure no one was watching, $gf cautiously edged closer to the entrance of the men's shower. The steamy air, heavy with the scent of soap and masculinity, wafted out towards her, making her pulse quicken. Taking a deep breath, she risked a peek inside. The sight that greeted her was one that fueled her fantasies - the various forms of masculine bodies, bare and dripping wet, moving about in the steamy enclosure. Her gaze was drawn to a man whose physique reminded her of Derek, his back towards her. Her mind quickly began to picture him in the erotic scenarios she'd been playing out in her mind, a flush creeping up her cheeks as her body reacted to her thoughts. <img src="images\cuckold gifs\shower1.gif" alt="Logo" width="283px" height="273px"/> The thrill of doing something so bold, combined with the vision of the men showering, only served to heighten her arousal. A newfound daring was taking hold of her, steering her further down the path of exploration and discovery. After a moment, $gf pulled herself away from the enticing sight. Her heart pounded in her chest as she swiftly made her way towards the women's showers, her mind a whirl of lustful thoughts. As the hot water washed over her, she closed her eyes, the men's shower had triggered her fantasies coming to life once again in her mind. $gf was beginning a journey into a world of unexplored desires, and she was eager to see where it would lead. [[Women shower]] <<set $menshower to true>>

<<if $menshower eq true>> Still reeling from the sight she had just witnessed, $gf composed herself and continued towards the women's locker room. Her skin tingled with the rush of adrenaline and anticipation, heightening her senses as she stepped into the shower. <<else>> <</if>> The warm water cascading over her felt soothing, grounding her in the midst of her whirlwind of thoughts. She stood there for a while, letting the water wash over her body, trying to make sense of the waves of emotions and arousal crashing through her. <<set $shower to ["images/random/shower1.gif", "images/random/shower2.gif", "images/random/shower3.gif"]>> [img[$shower.random()]] Once she was done, she quickly dried off, changed into her clothes, and gathered her belongings. As she left the gym, she couldn't help but cast a last glance towards the men's showers. A smirk played on her lips, a silent acknowledgement of the thrilling new realm she had begun to explore. <<if $wentbwc eq true and $corruptionw gte 3 >> [[Go home|Meet neighbor]] <</if>> <<if not $wentbwc>> [[Go home]] <</if>>

In the midst of her fantasizing, $gf spotted a black fitness coach across the room. His physique was impressive, well-toned muscles defined under his gym attire, and he moved with an air of confidence that commanded respect. Seeing him as an embodiment of her fantasies, she decided to approach him. Walking up to him, she mustered a friendly smile, pushing down the rush of nerves that suddenly sprang up.<span style="color: pink;">"Excuse me,"</span> she began, her voice steady, <span style="color: pink;">"I was wondering if you might have a few tips for me?"</span> The fitness coach turned towards her, his eyes bright and welcoming. <span style="color: #0CEED3 ;">"Of course,"</span> he responded, his voice deep and encouraging. <span style="color: #0CEED3 ;">"What do you need help with?"</span> They chatted about her current workout routine and he provided her with some useful insights. As they talked, $gf couldn't help but steal quick glances at his muscular frame, her mind wandering back to the fantasies she was harboring. As $gf conversed with the fitness coach, her eyes inadvertently drifted downwards. She couldn't help but notice the prominent bulge against his gym shorts. It was an unexpected sight, one that made her pulse quicken, and her mind wander further into her explicit fantasies. <img src="images\cuckold gifs\gym9.gif" alt="Logo" width="560px" height="300px"/> [[Continue talking]]

As they continued their conversation, $gf found it increasingly challenging to keep her mind focused on their discussion. She could feel a heat creeping up her cheeks, a curious thrill building within her. The sight was adding a layer of realism to her fantasies, making them feel all the more tantalizing. <img src="images\cuckold gifs\gym7.gif" alt="Logo" width="560px" height="300px"/> She imagined what it might feel like, what it might look like. She envisioned herself with him, the voyeuristic aspect of $name watching adding an extra edge to her fantasies. It was an intoxicating thought that sent a shiver of anticipation down her spine. <img src="images\cuckold gifs\gym10.gif" alt="Logo" width="560px" height="300px"/> In the midst of their conversation, she managed to maintain her composure, offering appreciative nods and insightful questions as the coach shared his expertise. However, her mind was elsewhere, deeply immersed in the erotic scenarios playing out in her imagination. [[Go home]] [[Talk more]]

The journey home was a blur. Her mind was elsewhere, replaying the day's events, each moment spurring on her fantasies. Back at her place, she couldn't help but replay the day's events, each memory only serving to fuel her desire. The fantasies that were sparked by $name's browser history had become vivid and real. She had fantasised about other men, basically cheating on $name. This added a dimension of reality that made her fantasies all the more potent. <video src="images\back\fantasy.mp4" width="640" height="480" autoplay muted></video> [[Your POV]]

As the conversation shifted to a practical demonstration, the coach guided $gf through an exercise, his hands occasionally making contact with her body to correct her form. Suddenly, while instructing her on a particular movement, his hand brushed against her ass. The unexpected touch sent a jolt of electricity through her, the sensation causing her breath to hitch. The air around them was heavy with the smell of exertion and sweat, a musky scent that she would usually find unappealing. Now, however, it served to enhance the situation, adding a raw, primal element to her fantasies. It was his scent, a tangible reminder of the man standing beside her, the subject of her forbidden fantasies. The proximity to the coach, the touch, the smell - it was a heady mixture that sent a surge of desire coursing through her. $gf could feel a warmth spreading through her body, an unmistakable sign of her arousal. She found herself drawn further into her fantasies, the reality of the situation blurring the lines. Her heartbeat pounded in her ears, her skin prickled with anticipation. Her mind was filled with vivid images of her and the coach, $name watching as the coach claimed her. With each passing moment, $gf felt herself diving deeper into this world of fantasy. It was a realm of pleasure and power she had never known before, one that was becoming increasingly alluring to her. She was on a path of discovery, one that was revealing a side of her sexuality she had never explored before. [[Continue|Continue6]]

As the demonstration wound down, the coach turned to $gf, a friendly smile on his face. <span style="color: #0CEED3 ;">"By the way, I'm Derek,"</span> he introduced himself. His deep voice seemed to resonate in her, a pleasant vibration that did nothing to dampen her arousal. Derek then extended an invitation to $gf, <span style="color: #0CEED3 ;">"I can help you with your workouts in the future if you'd like. We can set up a routine together." </span> $gf, caught in a swirl of fantasies and the electric thrill of the encounter, found herself agreeing without a second thought. <span style="color: pink;">"I'd like that, Derek,"</span> she replied, her voice a little shaky with the excitement coursing through her. With their agreement in place, $gf took her leave, saying goodbye to Derek with a smile that held a hint of her unspoken fantasies. As she made her way home, the day's events played on a loop in her mind. She was filled with a sense of anticipation, her body still humming from the contact with Derek. [[Go home]] <<if visited() eq 1>> <<set $corruptionw += 1>> <</if>>

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<div style="position: absolute; top: 50px; left:600px;"> <img src="images/2/terrarium.png"> <<linkappend "Pet your turtle">> <span style="color:green;">$petname tries to bite hand </span> <</linkappend>> [[Return|Home2]] </div>

<div class="positioned-image"> <img src="images/back/suburb.jpg" width="350px" height="273px" class="float-right"> </div> On her way home, she happened to cross paths with her new neighbor. She'd noticed him moving in a few days ago but hadn't had the chance to introduce herself yet. He was tall and muscular, a fact that didn't escape her newfound appreciation for such forms. He was just mowing his lawn,as their eyes locked. A spark of connection ignited between them. He greeted her with a warm smile, extending a hand in introduction. <span style="color: #1BE8A1 ;">"Hey there, I'm Luke. Just moved in next door,"</span> he said, his voice deep and pleasant. His confident demeanor, the friendly twinkle in his eye, and the charming smile were all immediately captivating to $gf. She felt an unexpected flutter in her stomach, realizing that Luke was flirting with her.<span style="color: pink;">"Nice to meet you, Luke. I'm $gf,"</span> she returned the greeting, her voice betraying a hint of the thrill she was experiencing. Luke continued to engage her in conversation, his flirtatious undertone stirring a delightful mix of anticipation and excitement within her. The encounter was unexpected, but $gf found herself willingly getting drawn into the charm of her attractive new neighbor. She felt a new level of awareness, a heightened sense of attraction that amplified the intensity of the encounter. The innocent flirtation left her wondering about the possibilities, the potential for Luke to become a part of her unfolding fantasies. Could she incorporate him into her newfound exploration? The thought added another layer of intrigue to her evolving desires. After a few more minutes of pleasant conversation, they bid each other goodbye. As $gf walked the remaining distance to her house, she felt a newfound sense of thrill. It seemed as if the universe was aligning in favor of her journey into uncharted territories of desire. Luke, her handsome new neighbor, added a new dimension to her fantasies, further fueling her anticipation for the adventures to come. [[Go home]] <<if visited() eq 1>> <<set $corruptionw += 1>> <</if>>

<span style="font-size: 24px; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: #01C1FF;"> $name View </span> Meanwhile, $name was at home when his phone rang, breaking him out of his deep thoughts. Seeing an old friend's name flashing on the screen, he quickly picked up. <span style="color: #EEE70C ;">"Hey! Long time no see. I'm in town for a couple of days. Fancy catching up?"</span> the familiar voice on the other end of the line proposed. $name felt a rush of excitement at the unexpected call. He and his friend had shared countless memories over the years, but they'd lost touch recently due to their busy lives. This was a pleasant surprise and a welcome change from the flurry of thoughts he'd been grappling with. <span style="color: orange;">"Sounds great, man,"</span> $name agreed enthusiastically, his mind temporarily shifting away from his hidden desires. [["When and where?"]] <<set $currentpov to "You">>

$name found himself standing outside the café, anticipation stirring within him. It had been quite a while since he'd last seen Logan, and the prospect of reconnecting was both exciting and comforting. As he walked in, he spotted Logan at a corner table. Beside him sat a woman he hadn't met before - she was presumably Logan's girlfriend. A smile spread across $name's face as he made his way over to them. <span style="color: orange;">"Logan!"</span> $name greeted, extending a hand to his old friend. Logan rose from his seat, pulling into a friendly embrace. The warmth and familiarity of the gesture felt comforting, a link to a simpler past.<span style="color: orange;">"And you must be the lucky lady who has stolen Logan's heart. Nice to meet you."</span> Turning to Logan's girlfriend, $name extended his hand, Throughout their catch-up session, $name was pleasantly distracted by their light-hearted conversation, stories from Logan's travels, and the gentle teasing between Logan and his girlfriend. It was a breath of fresh air amid the complexities of his own relationship and evolving desires. [[Look at Logans girlfriend]] <span style="color: red;">(Swinger or BBC)</span> [[Continue talking|Continue talking2]] <span style="color: red;">(Solo BWC)</span>

As $name's gaze wandered over the table, he noticed a striking tattoo on the ankle of Logan's girlfriend. It was a well-drawn design of a black spade. The simplicity of the design contrasted beautifully against her skin, drawing his attention. <span style="color: orange;">"That's a unique tattoo,"</span> $name commented, curiosity piqued. Tattoos often had stories or meanings attached to them, and he wondered what this one signified. But despite his curiosity, he remained oblivious to the actual meaning of the 'queen of spades' symbol. Logan's girlfriend simply smiled, thanking for the compliment. She didn't elaborate on the meaning of the tattoo, leaving $name intrigued but none the wiser. Little did he know, he had just encountered a sign of the world he was unknowingly venturing into. <span style="color: #B10CEE ;">"Do u like it?" </span> asks Jenny, Logans girlfriend. <img src="images\back\bbctattoo.jpg" alt="Logo" width="200px" height="380px"/> <<if $wentbbc >> <<link 'Yes I do <span style="color: red;">(BBCSwingerPath)</span>'>> <<set $wentbbcswinger to true>> <<goto "Yes I do">> <</link>> <</if>> <<if $wentbwc >> <<link 'No I do not <span style="color: red;">(SwingerPath)</span>'>> <<set $wentswinger to true>> <<set $wentbwc to true>> <<goto "No I do not">> <</link>> <</if>>

<span style="color: orange;">"So, you mentioned you're moving here?"</span> Logan nodded, his eyes gleaming with anticipation. <span style="color: #EEE70C ;">"Yeah, we found a great apartment downtown. It's a bit of a fixer-upper but has a lot of potential." </span> <span style="color: #B10CEE ;">"I could use an extra pair of hands,"</span> Jenny chimed in, her eyes flashing playfully. "<span style="color: #B10CEE ;">"If you're up for it, of course."</span> $name hesitated for a moment before nodding. <span style="color: orange;">"Sure, I'd be happy to help. It'll be nice to have some familiar faces in town."</span> Their conversation continued, the topic shifting to their new neighborhood, the local community, and the plans they had for their new home. [[Go home|Home3]]

<span style="color: orange;">"Yes, I do,"</span> $name replied, a warm smile lighting up his face. There was something about her playful teasing that added a new layer of intrigue to the simple black spade design.<span style="color: orange;">"It's really distinctive. Does it have a special meaning?"</span> Logan's girlfriend merely laughed, her eyes sparkling with amusement. <span style="color: #B10CEE ;">"Maybe" </span> ,she replied, her voice filled with playful mystery. <span style="color: #B10CEE ;">"But that's a story for another time."</span> The cryptic response left $name more curious than before, but he chose not to push further. He appreciated the art and found the teasing banter light-hearted and enjoyable. Unaware of the symbol's implications in the lifestyle he was exploring, he let the topic drop, focusing instead on the shared laughter and the good company. The afternoon turned into evening, filled with stories, laughter, and the comfort of old friendships. But the image of the black spade tattoo and its elusive meaning lingered in $name's mind, a puzzle piece he wasn't quite sure where to place. [[Continue talking|continue talking 3]]  <<set $wentbbc = true>> <<set $wentswinger = false>> <<set $wentbwc = false>> <<set $wentbbcswinger = true>>

$name's eyes flickered back to the tattoo, a frown creasing his forehead as he contemplated his true feelings.<span style="color:orange;">Actually, there's something about it that gives me a strange feeling,"</span> he confessed, trying to put his unexplained discomfort into words. Logan's girlfriend cocked her head to the side, looking intrigued by his honesty. <span style="color: #B10CEE ;">"Oh? That's interesting," </span> she responded, a subtle glint of amusement dancing in her eyes. <span style="color: #B10CEE ;">"Sometimes, art can evoke strange feelings. That's part of its allure, isn't it?"</span> $name nodded, unable to shake off the uncanny sensation.<span style="color: orange;">Yes, I suppose you're right. But for some reason, your tattoo... I can't quite place the feeling, but it's there."</span> $name tried to brush off the unease, shifting the conversation back to their shared memories and future plans. Yet, as the day wore on, the image of the black spade tattoo remained etched in his mind. [[Continue talking|continue talking 3]]  <<set $wentbbc = false>> <<set $wentswinger = true>> <<set $wentbwc = true>> <<set $wentbbcswinger = false>>

$name was left alone at the table as Logan and Jenny excused themselves, heading towards the restroom. He was lost in his thoughts, contemplating the mysteries of the day, when a sudden buzzing sound snapped him back to reality. Jenny's phone, left behind on the table, lit up with an incoming message. <img src="images\back\Phone.png" alt="Logo" width="283px" height="400px" class="float-right "> $name glanced at the device, debating whether he should alert them or ignore it. It was a private message, surely not meant for his eyes. On the other hand, it could be something important, something they would want to know about right away. Battling the conflict within, $name felt an odd mix of guilt, curiosity, and worry. Despite his uncertainty, he couldn't help but feel a strange pull towards the blinking screen, a forbidden allure that made his decision even more difficult. <hr> [[Wait]] <<if $corruptionw gte 4>> [[Look at the message]] <<else>> //You are not corrupt enough to invade their privacy like that <</if>>

<<if $wentbbc or $wentbbcswinger>> $name's curiosity got the better of him, his fingers skimming over the phone screen. He quickly clicked on the video message that had come in. His breath hitched in his throat as the video began to play. The explicit content unfolded in front of his eyes, showing Jenny in a very intimate situation with two black men. As he watched Jenny submit to the pleasure, he recalled the fantasies he had stumbled upon in his browsing history. It all started making sense, connecting the dots between Jenny's tattoo and the scenario unfolding in the video.The revelation was overwhelming, the implications immense. This was a side of sexuality had barely begun to comprehend. As he continued watching, his mind was already spinning with questions, and a strange, unexpected desire to understand this world more. With his heart pounding in his chest and a newfound realization settling in, $name was left to contemplate his next steps <<else>> $name's curiosity was piqued, his fingers lightly brushing over the phone screen. Swiftly, he tapped on the video message that had arrived. His breath hitched as the video initiated. The graphic content unraveled before him, revealing Jenny in an exceptionally intimate situation with two white men. As he observed Jenny succumbing to the pleasure, he was reminded of the fantasies he had encountered in his browsing history. <img src="images\back\threesomebwc.gif" alt="Logo" width="483px" height="300px"> Suddenly, it all started clicking into place, connecting the dots between Jenny's distinctive tattoo and the situation unraveling in the video. The epiphany was monumental, its ramifications profound. This was a facet of sexuality he had only just begun to fathom. As he continued to watch, his mind was already swirling with questions and an unfamiliar, unexpected urge to delve deeper into this realm. With his heart racing and a novel realization taking root, $name was left to ponder his forthcoming actions. <</if>> [[Continue talking|continue talking4]]

As he continued to grapple with his decision, the phone's screen dimmed once again, leaving him alone with his thoughts. The message, like Jenny's tattoo, remained another unanswered mystery of the day. [[Go home|Home3]] <<set $wentswinger = false>>

She scrolled through the list of videos,her heartbeat accelerating with each click of the mouse, her eyes drawn to the explicit titles. Picking one that piqued her interest, she clicked on it. As the video started playing, <span style="color: pink;">$gf.</span> braced herself, ready to venture into the unknown. <span style="color: pink;">$gf</span><span style="color: pink;">'s</span> eyes were glued to the screen as the video started,showing a man and a woman passionately entwined on a bed, their naked bodies pressing against each other. As she watched the pair kiss and caress each other, she felt an undeniable surge of desire coursing through her body. <img src="images\solo wife\Intro1.jpg" alt="Logo" width="180px" height="250px"/> Suddenly, the camera angle shifted, revealing another man in the room. He was standing at a distance, watching the couple on the bed with an intense gaze. His hand was wrapped around his cock, slowly stroking himself as he observed the couple. The sight shocked <span style="color: pink;">$gf.</span> at first, but then something unexpected happened. She found herself incredibly turned on by the scenario. The voyeuristic thrill, the blatant display of desire by the second man, and the power dynamics in the room were electrifying. Her mind was spinning, and she imagined herself in the woman's position. She could almost feel the second man's gaze on her body, heightening her arousal. The idea of being watched and desired by not just one, but two men, pushed her arousal to new heights. <img src="images\solo wife\Intro2.jpg" alt="Logo" width="323px" height="435px"/> [[Keep going|continue5]]

Fast forward: I'm turning 25 next month. My Girlfriend, who is 2 years younger than me, have been together for over five years. We lived in a remote and rural area. I'm incredibly fortunate to have met someone as beautiful and amazing as my Girlfriend. She's my rock who changed my life and pushed me to become a better person. She has a sweet and caring personality, and her stunning body makes you want to have the most passionate sex with her. She enjoys making love and being gentle; actually, she really loves sex. We definitely do it more than most couples, and the flame hasn't died over the years; if anything, it's been building. [[Continue|ContinueS3]]

Sometimes, I wish she would be more seductive and teasing. I don't want to make sweet love all the time. We stick to me on top or occasionally her on top—which seldom happens. While the sound of her moaning in pleasure would make most men nearly climax on the spot, I want her to scream, beg for more, and talk dirty. I have felt like there's a barrier with my Girlfriend when it comes to more adventurous sex. She has never given me a blowjob throughout our five years together. She kissed my private area once when she was really drunk. It was the only time in our whole relationship that she'd ever had her lips on me down there. Most guys might dwell on the negative side of this situation, but I know I have one of the most beautiful and caring women in the world. I am always happy with her, so I rarely look at the downsides. [[However|However2]]

She scrolled through the list of videos,her heartbeat accelerating with each click of the mouse, her eyes drawn to the explicit titles. Picking one that piqued her interest, she clicked on it. As the video started playing, $gf braced herself, ready to venture into the unknown. $gf's eyes were glued to the screen as the video started, showing a black man stroking his big black cock in front of a woman. Shocked she continues to watch the video. After some minutes the scene changed and she watched the pair kiss and caress each other. Without realising it $gf's panties started to get a little bit wet. Suddenly, the camera angle shifted, revealing another man in the room. He was standing at a distance, watching the couple on the bed with an intense gaze. His hand was wrapped around his cock, slowly stroking himself as he observed the couple. The sight shocked $gf at first, but then something unexpected happened. She found herself incredibly turned on by the scenario. The voyeuristic thrill, the blatant display of desire by the second man, and the power dynamics in the room were electrifying. Her mind was spinning, and she imagined herself in the woman's position. She could almost feel the second man's gaze on her body, heightening her arousal. The idea of being watched and desired by not just one, but two men, pushed her arousal to new heights. [[Keep going|continue5]]

<<set $meme to ["images/random/meme1.gif", "images/random/meme2.gif", "images/random/meme3.gif", "images/random/meme4.gif"]>> [img[$meme.random()]] [[Return|computer2]]

<<set $gta to ["images/random/gta1.gif", "images/random/gta2.gif", "images/random/gta3.gif"]>> [img[$gta.random()]] [[Return|computer2]]

<<script>> postrender["check-horny"] = function (content, taskName) { function checkHorny() { if (State.variables.horny >= 3) { jQuery("#masturbateLink").empty().wiki('[[Masturbate]]'); } else { jQuery("#masturbateLink").empty(); } setTimeout(checkHorny, 1000); // Check every second } checkHorny(); }; <</script>>

<<script>> $(document).one(':passagerender', function(){ $('#ui-bar').append('<div id="custom-sidebar">Current Pov: <span id="currentpovColor"></span></div>'); }); <</script>>

$name returned home from work, his mind physically tired but his mind still buzzing with is colleagues stories and discussions. He decided to unwind a bit before $gf returned home, logging onto his laptop and navigating to the his favourite site. [[Computer|computer2]] <<set $visitedC = true>> <<set $visitedB = false>>

<div class="bold-link"> [[Check yourself|Check Yourself3]] [[Character Description|Character Description3]] <div style="position: absolute; top: 300px; left: 660px;border: 2px solid white;line-height: 0; z-index: 10;"> <a href="javascript: void(0);" data-passage="Computer3"> <img src="images/back/PC.png" alt="Logo" width="100px" height="100px"/> </a> </div> <div style="position: absolute; top: 450px; left: 660px;border: 2px solid white;line-height: 0; z-index: 10;"> <a href="javascript: void(0);" data-passage="Pet3"> <img src="images/back/Pet.png" alt="Logo" width="100px" height="100px"/> </a> </div> <div style="position: absolute; top: 300px; left: 860px;border: 2px solid white;border: 2px solid white;line-height: 0; z-index: 10;"> <a href="javascript: void(0);" data-passage="Bathroom3"> <img src="images/back/Shower.png" alt="Logo" width="100px" height="100px"/> </a> </div> <<if $horny > 2>> <div style="position: absolute; top: 450px; left: 860px;border: 2px solid white;line-height: 0; z-index: 10;"> <a href="javascript: void(0);" data-passage="Masturbate"> <img src="images/back/Penis.png" alt="Logo" width="100px" height="100px"/> </a> </div> <</if>> <<if $wentbbc and not $visitedG7>> <div style="position: absolute; top: 300px; left: 1060px;border: 2px solid red;line-height: 0; z-index: 10;"> <a href="javascript: void(0);" data-passage="Gym1"> <img src="images/back/dumbbell.png" alt="Logo" width="100px" height="100px"/> </a> </div> <<else>> <div style="position: absolute; top: 300px; left: 1060px;border: 2px solid white;line-height: 0; z-index: 10;"> <a href="javascript: void(0);" data-passage="Gym1"> <img src="images/back/dumbbell.png" alt="Logo" width="100px" height="100px"/> </a> </div> <</if>> <<if $wentbwc and not $visitedG7>> <div style="position: absolute; top: 450px; left: 1060px;border: 2px solid red;line-height: 0; z-index: 10;"> <a href="javascript: void(0);" data-passage="Garden1"> <img src="images/back/Garden.png" alt="Logo" width="100px" height="100px"/> </a> </div> <<else>> <div style="position: absolute; top: 450px; left: 1060px;border: 2px solid white;line-height: 0; z-index: 10;"> <a href="javascript: void(0);" data-passage="Garden1"> <img src="images/back/Garden.png" alt="Logo" width="100px" height="100px"/> </a> </div> <</if>> <<set $visitedD = true>> <<if $debug>> <div style="position: absolute; top:10px; left:300px; color: red; font-size: 30px;"> 3 </div> <</if>> <<if visited() eq 1>> <<set $day += 1>> <</if>>

<hr> <<if $looks lte 0>> Your face has a regular/average appearance with some stubble. <<elseif $looks gt 1 and $looks lt 4>> Your face has a regular/average appearance and you are clean-shaven. <<elseif $looks gt 4>> placeholder. <<else>> Something went wrong with your looks rating. <</if>> <<if $fitness lte 1>> Your fitness is flat and a little soft from lack of exercise. I really need to start hitting the Gym again. <<elseif $fitness gt 1 and $fitness lt 4>> Your fitness is showing some increase in muscle mass, after hitting the gym. <<elseif $fitness gt 4>> Your body starts to look great, your arms, fitness and abs are showing. <<else>> Something went wrong with your looks rating. <</if>> <<if $penis lte 1>> You have an average and hairy penis <<elseif $penis gt 2 and $penis lt 4>> You have an average and hairless penis. <<elseif $penis gt 4>> Your hairless penis is locked in a chastity cage. <<else>> Something went wrong with your looks rating. <</if>> [[Return|Home3]]

<span style="color: orange;">$name.</span> <span style="color: orange;">$name is a man in his mid-twenties, standing at about 6 feet tall. He carries an air of gentle masculinity. His short, wavy hair is a deep shade of brown, often tousled and adding a boyish charm to his persona. His eyes, a warm hazel, carry a perpetual spark of curiosity and a hint of mystery. $name has a friendly face, with sharp cheekbones and a well-groomed beard that frames his wide smile. He carries himself with a quiet confidence that draws people to him, yet there's an undercurrent of introspective depth that speaks of his intellectual leanings. Dressed often in casual attire, he favors comfort over style but still manages to appear effortlessly chic. His favored ensemble usually includes a pair of worn-in jeans and a plain, well-fitted shirt. He has an unassuming, approachable presence that matches his open-minded nature. This openness is currently guiding him through a journey of sexual self-discovery, as he navigates the complexities of his evolving desires and fantasies. </span> <span style="color: pink;">$gf.</span> <span style="color: pink;">$gf is a woman in her early twenties, exuding an aura of understated elegance and grace. She stands at 5 feet 7 inches tall with a body that is athletically toned from regular gym workouts. Her long, wavy hair is a radiant chestnut, often left loose to cascade over her shoulders. Her features are soft yet defined, with large hazel eyes that sparkle with intelligence and wit. She has a straight nose, full lips, and high cheekbones that give her an exotic, alluring beauty. Her skin is a smooth, warm shade of ivory, often lightly freckled from the sun. $gf's style is classy yet comfortable, favoring high-quality basics and minimal accessories. She's often seen in well-tailored jeans, simple tops, and comfortable shoes. Her style reflects her personality - straightforward, pragmatic, and effortlessly chic. Yet behind this poised exterior, $gf harbors a curiosity and burgeoning desire that's leading her down a path of self-discovery and exploration. The journey is new, exciting, and a little scary, but $gf is ready to uncover this hidden facet of her sexuality.</span> <span style="color: #EEE70C ;">Logan </span> <span style="color: #EEE70C ;">Logan is a tall man in his mid-thirties, standing around 6 feet 2 inches. He has a broad build that suggests regular weight training and a physique that is well-maintained. His hair is dark and short, neatly styled in a way that compliments his rugged features. His eyes are an intense blue, always filled with energy and a hint of mischief. Logan's style is casual yet distinctive. He tends to favor dark jeans, boots, and well-fitted t-shirts that accentuate his muscular build. His demeanor exudes a natural charm and confidence that makes him easily approachable.</span> <span style="color: #B10CEE ;">Jenny </span> <span style="color: #B10CEE ;">Jenny, on the other hand, is a strikingly beautiful woman in her early thirties. She is about 5 feet 6 inches tall, with an athletic yet curvaceous figure. Her wavy, blonde hair cascades past her shoulders, framing a face that radiates beauty and intelligence. Her green eyes are expressive, revealing a spirit that is both fiery and gentle. Jenny has a taste for fashionable clothing, often sporting stylish dresses, blouses, and fitted jeans that complement her figure. She has a playful, charming nature that is immediately attractive, and she carries herself with a certain allure that is hard to ignore. The tiny black spade tattoo on her ankle adds an intriguing edge to her personality, suggesting a world of complexity beneath her vibrant exterior. </span> [[Return|Home3]]

<div class="bold-link"> <span class="z10"> [[Return|Home3]] </span> </div> <div style="position: absolute; top: 200px; left: 660px;line-height: 0; z-index: 10;"> <a href="javascript: void(0);" data-passage="Sunbathing1"> <img src="images/back/sunbathing.png" alt="Logo" width="100px" height="100px"/> </a> </div> <div style="position: absolute; top: -100px; left: 500px;line-height: 0; z-index: 5;"> <img src="images/back/square.png" alt="Logo" width="1000px" height="1000px"/> </div> <div style="position: absolute; top: 200px; left: 900px;line-height: 0; z-index: 10;"> <a href="javascript: void(0);" data-passage="Water the Plants1"> <img src="images/back/water.png" alt="Logo" width="100px" height="100px"/> </a> </div> <<if not $visitedG7 >> <div style="position: absolute; top: 200px; left: 1200px;line-height: 0; z-index: 10;border: 2px solid red;"> <a href="javascript: void(0);" data-passage="Look at your neighbors garden1"> <img src="images/back/binoculars.png" alt="Logo" width="100px" height="100px"/> </a> </div> <<else>> <div style="position: absolute; top: 200px; left: 1200px;line-height: 0; z-index: 10;border: 2px solid white;"> <a href="javascript: void(0);" data-passage="Look at your neighbors garden1"> <img src="images/back/binoculars.png" alt="Logo" width="100px" height="100px"/> </a> </div> <</if>>

While Logan and Jenny had excused themselves for the restroom, $name had spent a few moments wrestling with his thoughts and emotions after viewing the explicit video on Jenny's phone. As they returned to the table, he quickly composed himself, maintaining a casual demeanor. <span style="color: orange;">"Welcome back," </span> he greeted, doing his best to keep his voice steady. <span style="color: orange;">"So, you mentioned you're moving here?"</span> Logan nodded, his eyes gleaming with anticipation. <span style="color: #EEE70C ;">"Yeah, we found a great apartment downtown. It's a bit of a fixer-upper but has a lot of potential." </span> <span style="color: #B10CEE ;">"I could use an extra pair of hands,"</span> Jenny chimed in, her eyes flashing playfully. "<span style="color: #B10CEE ;">"If you're up for it, of course."</span> $name hesitated for a moment before nodding. <span style="color: orange;">"Sure, I'd be happy to help. It'll be nice to have some familiar faces in town."</span> Their conversation continued, the topic shifting to their new neighborhood, the local community, and the plans they had for their new home. Throughout the chat, $name couldn't help but steal occasional glances at Jenny's ankle, where the small, black spade tattoo was displayed. Every now and then, his thoughts would wander back to the video he had seen. But he pushed the disturbing thoughts aside, focusing on the task at hand – to assist his old friend and his girlfriend in their move. [[Go home|Home3]]

<<set $gta to ["images/random/gta1.gif", "images/random/gta2.gif", "images/random/gta3.gif"]>> [img[$gta.random()]] [[return|Computer3]]

<span style="color: orange;">"Alright, let's split up and meet back here in an hour?"</span> $name suggested, and $gf agreed. They had reached their gym, a place they frequented together but often had different routines. While $name chose to work on his upper body strength, $gf decided to focus on her lower body workouts. They parted ways, each heading towards their respective equipment. <img src="images\cuckold gifs\gym1.jpg" alt="Logo" width="564px" height="705px"/> About half an hour in, $name happened to look towards the area where $gf was. He spotted her at the squat rack, a tall black man by her side. The man, who $name recognized as Derek, the gym's fitness coach, was demonstrating a technique and assisting her with her form. $name watched from afar as Derek's hands carefully guided $gf, adjusting her posture and alignment. His touch was professional, but there was an undeniable chemistry between them. Derek was handsome, muscular, and charismatic, and $gf seemed to be enjoying his company and the attention. Feeling a strange sensation creeping up his spine, $name continued to watch them, his gaze fixed on $gf and Derek. His mind began to wander, conjuring images of the videos he had stumbled upon, and his heart pounded in his chest. He felt a strange mix of emotions – a twinge of jealousy, a spark of arousal, and an overwhelming curiosity. <<if $wentbbc or $wentbbcSwinger >> [[Continue watching]] [[Interrupt them]] <<else>> [[Interrupt them]] <</if>>

On a sunny afternoon, $gf and $name were lying together on their backyard patio, soaking in the warmth. They had set up a couple of loungers, a small table with refreshments, and a large parasol to shield them from the direct sunlight. <span style="color: pink;">"Could you get my back, babe?"</span>$gf asked, passing the sunscreen to $name as she lay on her stomach. The straps of her bikini were undone, allowing him full access to her back. $name took the sunscreen from her and squeezed a dollop onto his hand. $name began to rub the sunscreen onto $gf's back, his fingers making slow, steady movements. He could feel her muscles relax under his touch, and he took his time, ensuring every inch of her skin was covered. As his hands moved lower, he found his focus drawn to her pert, bikini-clad backside. Her swimsuit was a tiny thong, leaving very little to the imagination, and $name felt his breath hitch in his throat. <img src="images\casual\sun1.gif" alt="Logo" width="560px" height="300px"/> $gf's skin was warm under his hands, and he noticed how the afternoon sun had given her a lovely tan. He applied the sunscreen diligently, his hands wandering over the curves of her lower back and buttocks. <span style="color: pink;">"Feels good,"</span>` $gf murmured, a small sigh escaping her lips.<span style="color: orange;">"Yeah, you're all covered now."</span> $name responded, even though she couldn't see him. He took a moment to appreciate the view before him, his mind a whirlwind of thoughts and desires. <span style="color: pink;">"Thanks, babe,"</span> she said when he was done. <span style="color: orange;">"No problem."</span> $name simply responded, his gaze lingering on her body a moment longer before he returned to his lounger. The afternoon sun blazed on, oblivious to the undercurrent of tension that ran between them. [[Try more]] [[Return|Garden1]]

<img src="images\random\flower1.gif" alt="Logo" width="560px" height="300px"/> I hold the watering can in my hands, feeling the coolness of the water against my skin. With a gentle touch, I guide the flow of water, nurturing the vibrant petals of my beloved flowers. The rhythmic sound of droplets hitting the soil soothes my soul, creating a tranquil symphony in my garden. Each droplet brings life and vitality to the plants, reminding me of the delicate balance between care and nature's innate power. As I water the flowers, I observe how they respond, their leaves perking up, and their colors intensifying, as if expressing gratitude for my attention and love. [[Return|Garden1]]

<span style="color: orange;">"Hey there!"</span> $name called out, noticing his new neighbor in the adjoining yard. Luke was in the middle of a workout, his muscular body glistening with sweat under the afternoon sun. Luke paused his workout and turned towards $name, a friendly smile on his face. <span style="color: pink;">"Hey, I'm Luke. Just moved in next door."</span> He extended a hand towards $name, who walked over to shake it. <span style="color: orange;">"Nice to meet you, Luke. I'm $name and that's my girlfriend, $gf."</span> $name pointed towards $gf, who was lounging in their backyard. Luke's gaze immediately went to $gf, his eyes briefly scanning her sunbathing form. <span style="color: pink;">"Nice to meet you both,"</span> Luke said, tearing his gaze away from $gf and turning it back to $name. The men exchanged a few more pleasantries, talking about the neighborhood and sharing a bit about their backgrounds. All the while, Luke couldn't help but steal glances at $gf, his mind wandering to the scenes he had witnessed earlier. He wondered if $name noticed his lingering looks but decided not to worry about it for now. After all, he was just being neighborly... wasn't he? <<if $wentbwc or $wentswinger >> [[Present your wife]] [[Return|Home3]] <<else>> [[Return|Home3]] <</if>>

<span style="color: orange;">"You know, all this sunbathing has got me thinking..."</span> $name's voice drifted over to $gf as he traced his fingertips over her sun-kissed skin. The teasing touch made $gf shiver, despite the heat of the sun. <span style="color: pink;">"About what?"</span> She turned to face him, curiosity flickering in her eyes. His gaze, however, was focused on her body, his hand still tracing lazy patterns on her stomach. <span style="color: orange;">"About how incredible you look in this sunlight..."</span> $name murmured, his fingers brushing against the edge of her bikini top. $gf blushed, but didn't move away. <img src="images\casual\sun4.gif" alt="Logo" width="237px" height="422px"/> Slowly, $name began to kiss down her body, his lips brushing against the heated skin. $gf let out a soft gasp, her hand tangling in his hair. Encouraged by her reaction, $name continued his ministrations, his hands exploring every inch of her body. <span style="color: pink;">"$name..."</span> $gf moaned out, the sun and his touch making her body feel like it was on fire. In response, $name shifted, pulling her closer as he deepened their connection. <img src="images\casual\sun2.gif" alt="Logo" width="560px" height="300px"/> <img src="images\casual\sun3.gif" alt="Logo" width="560px" height="300px"/> They were lost in their own world, unaware of the eyes watching them from the nearby window. Luke, their new neighbor, had been drawn to the sounds of their laughter and conversation, and now he watched with wide eyes as their intimate moment unfolded. The sight of $gf under $name, her body writhing in pleasure, sparked an unfamiliar desire within him. Unseen by the couple, he continued to watch, his mind filled with fantasies of $gf that would fuel his dreams for nights to come. [[Return|Garden1]]

$name worries what might happen between them, quickly interupted their chatter. <span style="color: orange;">"Are you alright honey?"</span>, $name asked worried. <span style="color: pink;">"Yea, I'm fine, that's Derek by the way. He helps me with my training"</span> $gf anwsered, feeling caught. $name and Derek talked a little bit, after that $name and $gf finished their workout together. [[Home|Home3]]

$name continued to observe from his spot. His workout routine had come to a halt, his attention now solely focused on $gf and Derek. He watched as Derek's touch became more assertive, his hands lingering on $gf's lower back, thighs, and occasionally even brushing against her butt. To $name's surprise, $gf didn't seem to mind. She was laughing at Derek's jokes, her eyes sparkling with amusement. Every once in a while, she'd glance back at Derek, her gaze flirtatious, her smile inviting. The sight stirred something within $name. It was an odd mix of jealousy and arousal, a feeling he had only recently discovered. He watched, transfixed, as the interaction between $gf and Derek grew more intimate, the boundaries of their trainer-trainee relationship seemingly blurred. His heart pounded in his chest, his breath hitched in his throat. He felt a strange sense of excitement, a thrill that coursed through his veins. He was witnessing a side of $gf he hadn't seen before, and it was both intimidating and incredibly alluring. He watched, his mind filled with a whirlwind of thoughts and fantasies, as the scene unfolded before his eyes. [[Her POV]]

$gf's first reaction to Derek's touch had been discomfort. The lines of their interaction had blurred too quickly for her taste. But then, out of the corner of her eye, she saw $name. He was watching them, his gaze intense and unblinking. $gf felt a sudden rush of adrenaline. There was an unexpected thrill in knowing that $name was watching her with Derek. The jealousy, the curiosity, the sheer intensity of his gaze - it all combined to form a potent cocktail of arousal. She found herself becoming more receptive to Derek's touch, her body responding to his attention in ways she hadn't expected. She let herself enjoy the feeling of his hands on her body, the strong grip of his fingers, the heat of his touch. Every look, every touch was a silent message to $name, a daring invitation to explore the unfamiliar territory they had recently discovered. $gf's heart pounded in her chest, a flush creeping up her neck and onto her cheeks. She reveled in the attention, the desire sparking within her like a raging fire. A wicked smile played on her lips as she looked back at $name, her eyes burning with desire and mischief. [[Finish the workout]] <<set $currentpov to "Girlfriend">>

After wrapping up her training session with Derek, $gf walked back to where $name was. She could feel the sweat trickling down her back, her heart still pounding in her chest. "<span style='color: pink;'>All done, babe,</span>" $gf said, reaching for her towel. She dabbed at her face, feigning nonchalance as she avoided his gaze. "<span style='color: orange;'>Looks like you had a good session,</span>" $name said, his voice steady. She noticed his gaze lingering on her for a moment longer than necessary before he looked away. "<span style='color: pink;'>Yeah, Derek really knows his stuff,</span>" $gf responded lightly. She packed up her things, acting as though nothing unusual had happened. As they left the gym together, $gf could feel the tension between them, thick and heavy like a storm cloud. "<span style='color: pink;'>Ready to go home?</span>" She asked, not bringing up what had happened with Derek. But the silent acknowledgment of their shared experience hung in the air, a tantalizing hint of the unexplored territory that lay before them. [[Go home|Sex1]] <<set $currentpov to "You">>

My deepest sexual fantasy, one I've harbored since my teenage years and haven't shared with anyone—not even my Girlfriend—is to dominate her, using her as my personal pleasure slave. The idea of asserting my control over her, treating her as an object of my desire, ignites a fiery thrill deep within me. In our relationship, our sexual encounters have been rather conventional. To satisfy my thirst for more daring experiences, I frequently delve into the world of explicit stories online. Each narrative brings to life the unexplored facet of my desires. Although these fantasies seemed too extreme to materialize, the thought of them would often consume me, causing a blend of guilt and ecstasy. However, a surprising turn of events happened one day. As I was engrossed in these explicit stories and videos, quenching my thirst for domination, my Girlfriend came home early from work unexpectedly. In the frantic rush, I overlooked my browser history, revealing an open portal to my hitherto undisclosed cravings... [[Girlfriend POV|Girlfriend POV2]]

As I walked into our home office after coming home early from work, I couldn't help but notice that the computer screen was still on. I approached the desk, only to see my Boyfriend's browsing history displayed on the screen. Normally I would never invade his privacy like that, but from the side of my eye I saw a <span style="color: red;">word.</span>... [[Look at the Screen|Look at the Screen2]] [[Ignore it]] <<set $currentpov to "Girlfriend">>

... Slave training ... <span style="color:pink;">What does that mean? Slave training, never heard of that...?</span> [[Look at Browser History|Look at Browser History2]]

As I stood there, staring at the screen, I found myself growing increasingly curious about the content of the videos he had been watching. I took a deep breath and clicked on one of the video links, immersing myself in the world of $name's hidden desires... <<link "Hardcore Video">> <<set $wenthard to true>> <<goto "Hardcore">> <</link>> <<link "Soft Dom Video">> <<set $wentsoft to true>> <<goto "Softdom">> <</link>> <<set $visitedE = true>>

shared path solo path loving domination extreme domination <span style="color: black;" class="highlighted">This text will have a rectangle around it.</span>

She scrolled through the list of videos, her heartbeat accelerating with each click of the mouse, her eyes drawn to the explicit titles. Choosing one that sparked her curiosity, she clicked on it. As the video started playing, $gf braced herself, ready to venture into the world she'd never witnessed before. $gf's eyes were glued to the screen as the video started, revealing a dimly lit room. In the center was a woman, her wrists bound by satin ropes, standing vulnerable yet resolute. The sight of the woman's naked body, bound and on display, sent an unexpected rush through $gf. Suddenly, the camera panned to show a man entering the room. He moved with a commanding presence, his eyes locked onto the woman. The man, fully clothed, exuded an aura of dominance that resonated with $gf, making her heartbeat quicken. The shock of this sight initially startled $gf, but then something unexpected happened. The scenario, which she initially found intimidating, began to stir an unfamiliar but exciting feeling within her. The man's commanding presence, the woman's submission, and the intense power dynamic that unfolded before her were both terrifying and thrilling. <img src="images\solo wife2\bon4.jpg" width="544px" height="391px"/> Her mind was spinning as she watched the man methodically assert his dominance over the woman. She imagined herself in the place of the bound woman, feeling a shiver of anticipation. The idea of surrendering control, of being under the firm command of a dominant man, was both nerve-wracking and incredibly arousing. <img src="images\solo wife2\bon1.gif" alt="Logo" width="460px" height="300px"/> [[Continue|ContinueS1]]

She scrolled through the list of videos, her heartbeat accelerating with each click of the mouse, her eyes drawn to the explicit titles. Choosing one that sparked her curiosity, she clicked on it. As the video started playing, $gf braced herself, ready to venture into the world she'd never witnessed before. The video revealed a woman encased in a sleek, shiny latex suit that left nothing to the imagination. Her vision and hearing were inhibited by a sensory deprivation hood, heightening the anticipation. She was bound, fully at the mercy of a man whose aura screamed authority. <img src="images\solo wife2\bon2.jpg" alt="Logo" width="479px" height="752px"/> As $gf watched, the man took a whip in his hands, his grip firm and assured. He walked around the latex-clad woman, his eyes scrutinizing every inch of her bound body. The tension was palpable, the silence in the room only broken by the soft crack of the whip against his palm. <img src="images\solo wife2\bon3.gif" alt="Logo" width="382px" height="444px"/> Then, with calculated precision, he struck. The whip kissed the latex, the sound echoing in the room. The woman's body recoiled with each strike, the red marks contrasting starkly against her latex attire. Despite the initial shock, $gf found herself caught in the mix of fear and curiosity. <img src="images\solo wife\fingering3.gif" alt="Logo" width="364px" height="234px"/> As she continued to watch, $gf felt an unexpected surge of arousal. The sight of the woman's submission, the man's dominance, and the distinctive sound of the whip against latex elicited strange but enticing sensations. The thought of herself, blindfolded and restrained, under the control of a dominant figure, sent shivers of anticipation down her spine. It was a discovery that was both bewildering and undeniably thrilling. [[Continue|ContinueS1]]

With each passing scene, my <span style="color:red;">arousal</span> continued to grow. My fingers slowly made their way beneath my clothing, gently grazing over my sensitive skin. As I continued to watch the videos, I began to touch myself, my fingers teasing and exploring my most intimate areas. <img src="images\solo wife\fingering1.gif" alt="Logo" width="502px" height="281px"/> I found myself envisioning my Boyfriend, $name, observing me in a similar manner as the dominant men in the videos regarded their submissive partners. His eyes would be alight with an intoxicating blend of desire and command, his gaze an undeniable testament to his dominance and my willing submission. <img src="images\cuckold gifs\cuckold1.gif" alt="Logo" width="722px" height="405px"/> As I pleasured myself, I started to fantasize about the possibility of exploring this kink with $name. Would he be open to the idea? How would it change our relationship, our trust, and our love for one another? The unknown only added to my excitement, fueling my <span style="color:red;">desire</span> to experience something new and thrilling together. <img src="images\solo wife\fingering2.gif" alt="Logo" width="333px" height="503px"/> [[Keep fantasising|keep fantasising2]] [[Reach Orgasm|Reach Orgasm2]]

My mind began to spin a narrative, a captivating, tantalizing story with $name and me at the center. I envisioned him, strong and assertive, radiating an air of dominance that was both exciting and intimidating. I saw myself, willingly giving up control, submitting to his desires, and reveling in the newfound power dynamics. Suddenly, I caught myself and my thoughts, blushing as I acknowledged my fantasies. <span style="color: pink;">"Could I... Could I truly want this? To be under $name's control, to give him power over me?"</span> I pondered, a mix of uncertainty and desire coursing through me. The mental image of $name commanding me, his words firm and filled with an insatiable lust, sent a thrilling shiver down my spine. <span style="color: pink;">"Would I obey his commands? Would I willingly give in to his every whim?"</span> I thought, the anticipation of such a scenario causing my heart to flutter. These vivid fantasies, so far removed from our current reality, left me breathless and aching for more. [[Reach Orgasm|Reach Orgasm2]]

Driven by her fantasies, $gf found her fingers trailing down her stomach, the increasing intensity of her desire guiding her. They teased over the lace edge of her panties, her heartbeat pounding in rhythm with her growing arousal. Her inner thoughts were racing, causing her to pause momentarily before making her decision. <span style="color: pink;">"I need to feel this... I need to understand what these desires truly mean..."</span> she thought to herself, her resolve firming. Gently, she pushed aside her lace panties, a soft gasp escaping her lips as her fingers brushed against her warm, wet center. With her free hand, she clicked play on another video, the on-screen dominance capturing her full attention. Her mind swirled with thoughts of $name, visualizing his towering figure directing her, controlling her. Her fingers danced over her sensitive nub, the self-touch combined with her fantasizing about $name making her moan in pleasure. She imagined his sturdy hands on her, guiding her, his voice deep, filled with desire. <img src="images\solo wife\fingering5.gif" alt="Logo" width="560px" height="300px"/> Her finger slipped inside herself, rhythmically moving in and out. With each thrust, she could almost feel $name's imagined dominance over her, making their power dynamic feel so real. The vision of herself surrendering, succumbing to his control, was intoxicating, sending waves of pleasure coursing through her. <img src="images\solo wife\fingering4.gif" alt="Logo" width="360px" height="500px"/> Her body convulsed as her climax approached, driven by the vivid images of submission and dominance playing out in her mind. With a final thrust of her fingers, she was sent over the edge, her climax washing over her in a powerful wave. Panting and flushed, she lay there in the aftermath, the once-daunting fantasies now a tantalizing possibility that she yearned to explore with $name. <img src="images\solo wife\cumming1.gif" alt="Logo" width="360px" height="500px"/> [[Home|HomeS1]]

[[Character Description|Character DescriptionS1]] || [[Check yourself|Check yourselfS1]] <hr> [[Computer|ComputerS1]] [[Pet|PetS1]] <<if visited() eq 1>> <<set $horny += 4>> <</if>> <<if $horny lte 2>> [[Go to Work|Go to WorkS1]] <<else>> You are too horny to go to work. <</if>> <<set $currentpov to "You">>

<<if $wenthard>> <<include "JS-Passage">> <span id="masturbateLink"></span> <<link "Watch porn...">> <<set $horny += 2>> <<for _i to 0; _i lt $videoS1.length; _i++>> <<set _randomGif to $videoS1.random()>> <<if _randomGif is $currentGif>> <<continue>> <</if>> <<set $currentGif to _randomGif>> <<replace "#imageLocation">>[img[_randomGif]]<</replace>> <<break>> <</for>> <<run UIBar.update()>> <</link>> <div id="imageLocation"></div> <<else>> <<include "JS-Passage">> <span id="masturbateLink"></span> <<link "Watch porn...">> <<set $horny += 2>> <<for _i to 0; _i lt $videoS2.length; _i++>> <<set _randomGif to $videoS2.random()>> <<if _randomGif is $currentGif>> <<continue>> <</if>> <<set $currentGif to _randomGif>> <<replace "#imageLocation">>[img[_randomGif]]<</replace>> <<break>> <</for>> <<run UIBar.update()>> <</link>> <div id="imageLocation"></div> <</if>> <hr> [[Watch Funny video|MemeS1]] [[play video games|ConsolS1]] [[Return|HomeS1]] <<set $videoS1 to ["images/porn/porn1S1.gif", "images/porn/porn2S1.gif", "images/porn/porn3S1.gif", "images/porn/porn4S1.gif"]>> <<set $videoS2 to ["images/porn/porn1S2.gif", "images/porn/porn2S2.gif", "images/porn/porn3S2.gif", "images/porn/porn4S2.gif"]>>

The next morning, $name headed to work,while $gf went to the gym. $name's mind was buzzing, remembering the great sex he had with $gf. As he sat down at his desk and booted up his computer, he tried to push aside the thoughts of the night before and focus on the tasks at hand. <img src="images\random\cat1.gif" alt="Logo" width="260px" height="300px"/> Throughout the day, $name found himself immersed in trivial conversations with his colleagues. They chatted about everything from the latest sports scores to their weekend plans, the new restaurant that had just opened up downtown to the upcoming office party. It was mundane, everyday chatter, but it was a welcome distraction from the whirlwind of emotions and fantasies that had been consuming him lately. Over lunch, $name found himself discussing the new Star Wars series with his coworker, Tom, a fellow fan. They debated over their favorite characters and speculated about the plot twists in the upcoming episodes. Meanwhile, his colleague, Sarah, shared her latest baking adventures, and they all enjoyed a good laugh over her disastrous attempt at a soufflé. In the midst of these trivial conversations, $name felt a strange sense of anticipation. His dick grew in his pants. And as he engaged in these discussions, he couldn't help but wonder how much longer he could keep his secret from $gf. As the day came to a close, $name found himself looking forward to going home and seeing $gf. Even the mundane chatter of his workday couldn't completely distract him from the enticing possibilities that awaited him at home... [[Home|Cut2]] (Passive Corruption) [[Sexshop]] (Active Corruption) <<if visited() eq 1>> <<set $corruptionw += 2>> <</if>> <<set $visitedE = false>>

<<set $dog to ["images/random/dog1.gif", "images/random/dog2.gif", "images/random/dog3.gif", "images/random/dog4.gif"]>> [img[$dog.random()]] <<linkappend "Pet">> <span style="color:green;">*Fart</span> <</linkappend>> [[Return|HomeS1]]

Arriving home, $name was greeted by $gf, who was comfortably curled up on the couch, immersed in a book. Her face lit up as he entered, and she put her book down to welcome him. <span style="color: orange;">"Hey, how was your day?"</span> $name asked, leaning in to kiss her, the memories of his detour to the sex shop still fresh in his mind. They chatted about their day, the mundane details somehow made exciting by their shared company. As they conversed, $name couldn't help but imagine $gf in the erotic scenarios he'd been thinking about earlier. Despite his attempts to focus on their conversation, the allure of these fantasies was too strong, stirring a hunger within him. Unable to resist any longer, $name pulled $gf into his arms, his lips seeking hers in a passionate kiss that quickly escalated. He could sense a similar urgency in her, her response equally eager, equally passionate. They made their way to the bedroom, their hands roaming, clothes being discarded in their wake. As they tumbled onto the bed, their bodies entwining, $name was surprised by $gf's fervor. Her hands were all over him, pulling him closer, her moans fueling his arousal. Their usual lovemaking had transformed into something more primal, more carnal, and the pleasure that ensued was intense, all-consuming, leaving them both breathless and satisfied. <span style="color: orange;">"I want you...now,"</span> $name growled, his voice low and filled with a lustful intensity that sent a thrill through $gf. His hands trailed down her body, a path of fiery desire, his touch rough but sure. His lips found hers, their tongues dancing in a feverish tango of desire. His hands found her breasts, kneading the soft flesh, pinching the hardened nipples, his touch eliciting moans of pleasure from her. In response, $gf's hands roamed his body, her nails digging into his back, encouraging him, urging him. Her legs wrapped around him, pulling him closer, needing him, her body moving rhythmically against his. <span style="color: pink;">"Fuck me, $name,"</span> she whispered in his ear, her voice trembling with desire, her words further inflaming his lust. He positioned himself at her entrance, the tip of his hardness teasing her wet folds. With a powerful thrust, he entered her, the sensation of her tight warmth around him pushing him to the brink of madness. Their movements became a symphony of pleasure, each thrust and moan a note in their carnal composition. Their voices filled the room, words of encouragement, of desire, of love, spoken in breathy whispers and passionate cries. The raw intensity of their lovemaking pushed them over the edge, their orgasms hitting them with a force that left them gasping, their bodies shaking with the intensity of their release. As they came down from their high, their bodies still entwined, they lay in a comfortable silence, their hearts beating in sync, their minds filled with the echoes of their passionate exchange. Both $name and $gf found themselves wondering about the source of their heightened arousal, the question lingering like a whisper in the aftermath of their intense lovemaking. [[Next day|Next dayS1]]

Having wrapped up at work, $name decided to take a detour on his way home. Walking into a local sex shop, he felt a rush of adrenaline. The shop was dimly lit, lending an air of intimacy and mystery to the place. Items of every kind filled the shelves—lingerie, toys, bondage gear—a wonderland for those seeking to add a dash of spice to their intimate life. His eyes were immediately drawn to a latex bodysuit displayed on a mannequin. It was sleek and shiny, jet black, fitting like a second skin. The suit was designed to accentuate the curves of the body, with strategically placed zippers that could reveal or hide according to the wearer's desire. The tight-fitting material would leave nothing to the imagination, and $name found himself picturing $gf in it, her body encased in the gleaming black latex. <span style="color: orange;">"$gf would look incredible in this,"</span> $name thought, an image of her in the bodysuit sending a surge of desire through him. Next, he spotted a whip hanging on the wall, its black leather strands braided tightly together. The handle was sturdy, designed for a firm grip, and it ended in a loop for hanging. The whip was long and flexible, the ends lightly frayed, designed for an arousing sting but not to harm. <span style="color: orange;">"This could be... interesting,"</span> $name mused, his mind filling with possibilities. His attention was then drawn to a vibrant, pink vibrator sitting on a shelf. It was sleek and modern, designed for precision and pleasure. The toy boasted multiple speed settings, promising intense sensations. The thought of $gf writhing under its touch sent a shiver of anticipation down $name's spine. <span style="color: orange;">"I wonder how $gf would react to this..."</span> he wondered, a wicked grin spreading on his face. Lastly, he saw an anal plug displayed in a glass case. It was petite, designed for beginners, with a flared base for safety. The silicone material promised comfort, and $name imagined the surprise and pleasure it could bring to their encounters. <span style="color: orange;">"This could open up a whole new world for us..."</span> $name thought, excitement building at the thought of exploring these new realms with $gf. [[Shop Owner]] <<if visited() eq 1>> <<set $corruptionw += 1>> <</if>> //You are not corrupt enough to buy anything <<set $visitedC = true>>

A voice pulled $name out of his thoughts. Turning around, he found the shop owner—a woman with a teasing smile on her face—approaching him. <span style="color: #B10CEE ;">"Can I help you find something specific?"</span> she asked, her eyes twinkling with mischief. Caught off guard, $name found himself blushing slightly under her gaze. <span style="color: orange;">"I...uh...I'm just looking. Just curious, I suppose,"</span> he stammered, running a hand through his hair. The shop owner laughed lightly, her eyes full of understanding. <span style="color: #B10CEE ;">"Well, curiosity is the first step to exploration,"</span> she said, her tone inviting rather than mocking. <span style="color: #B10CEE ;">"Feel free to ask if you have any questions."</span> With a nod of thanks, $name continued his exploration for a few more minutes before deciding to head home, his mind filled with tantalizing images and ideas. The visit to the shop, initially out of mere curiosity, had turned into an unexpected adventure, stirring his imagination and igniting a spark of excitement for the possibilities that lay ahead.# [[Go Home|Cut2]]

The following day, after $name had left for work, $gf found herself alone at home. Curiosity tugged at her, the echoes of her previous discovery still resonating in her mind. Her fingers hesitated over the mouse, then she decided to take the plunge, her curiosity winning over her reservations. She opened his browser, a surge of excitement rushing through her as she revisited the history tab, wondering what hidden treasures she would find this time. As she clicked on one of the previously visited sites, she felt a rush of anticipation, her heartbeat quickening. The video she clicked on began to play. It showed a woman dressed in a tight, shiny latex suit, a collar around her neck. The collar was attached to a leash, which was being held by a man. The woman was on all fours, mimicking the movements of a pet, while the man led her around the room. The sight was shocking, yet oddly arousing. The power dynamic was so blatant, so raw, and the way the woman so willingly submitted to the man stirred something within her. $gf found herself getting wet, her body reacting instinctively to the erotic scene playing out on the screen. She imagined herself in the woman's place, being led by $name on a leash, his commanding gaze on her. The image made her heart race, the thrill of submission and the tantalizing taste of the taboo driving her arousal. <span style="color: pink;">"I...I never thought I would find this exciting..."</span> she thought to herself, surprised by her reaction to the video. Lost in her thoughts and desires, $gf didn't notice the time pass. She was only pulled back to reality when she heard the sound of $name's car pulling up in the driveway. Hurriedly, she closed the browser, her mind spinning with the thoughts of what she had discovered. [[Your POV|Your POVS1]] <<set $currentpov to "Girlfriend">>

From $name's perspective, the day at work had been quite ordinary. Conversations with colleagues about their recent projects, discussions about weekend plans, and the typical office chatter filled his day. But through it all, his mind kept wandering back to the memories of the sex shop and the erotic images it had inspired. As the workday came to a close, $name found himself eager to return home. As he walked through the front door, he was greeted by the sight of $gf, her cheeks flushed a delightful pink, her eyes glinting with a mixture of surprise and something else he couldn't quite identify. <span style="color: orange;">"Hey, love, you look...um, are you alright?"</span> $name asked, his eyebrows furrowing in concern. The blush on $gf's face was unusual, and he couldn't help but wonder if she was feeling unwell. As he moved closer to her, $name could see a hint of apprehension in her eyes. His mind started racing with possible reasons for her unusual behavior, but he decided to wait, offering her a comforting smile instead. [[Talk with her]] <<if $visitedC>> [[Look at your Computer]] <</if>> <<set $currentpov to "You">>

As the conversation wound down and $gf headed off to prepare dinner, $name decided to spend some time alone on his computer. He had a particular video in mind, one that had been fueling his fantasies since he had discovered it. Settling down at his desk, he opened his browser, anticipation making his heart beat faster. However, as the history tab loaded, he froze, his eyes widening in surprise. The timestamps clearly showed that someone had been using his computer after he had left for work. A sinking feeling hit his stomach as he realized what this meant. Someone had seen his browsing history, had seen the videos that he had watched. He felt a flush of embarrassment, his mind racing as he tried to piece together what had happened. The only other person in the house was $gf. Could she have been the one to stumble upon his secret desires? If so, what would she think of him? Despite his initial shock, $name found himself wondering about $gf's reaction. He had never expected her to find out about his fantasies this way. The thought of discussing it with her was daunting, yet he couldn't shake off the tiny spark of curiosity. Had she been repulsed, or... could she possibly have been intrigued? The myriad of questions swirled around in his mind, leaving him feeling more confused than ever. His initial plan of self-indulgence was forgotten, replaced by a deep curiosity and a touch of anxiety about what $gf's reaction might have been. [[Look at what she watched]]

<span style="color: orange;">"You sure you're okay, love?"</span> $name asked, his hand gently caressing $gf's arm. She nodded, offering him a small smile that didn't quite reach her eyes. The conversation moved on, but $name made a mental note to revisit the topic later, when they had a moment of quiet. Their discussion shifted to the upcoming weekend, and the idea of a trip to the beach brought an undeniable excitement. The thought of the sun warming their skin, the cool waves lapping at their feet, and the salty breeze rustling their hair seemed like the perfect escape. <span style="color: pink;">"I can't wait to feel the sand between my toes,"</span> $gf said, her smile genuine this time, her eyes sparkling with anticipation. <span style="color: orange;">"And I can't wait to see you in your new bikini,"</span> $name replied, teasing her, his comment earning him a playful shove from $gf. The idea of a beach trip successfully lightened their mood, the tensions of the day fading away as they started planning the details of their little adventure. As they drifted off to sleep that night, the sound of imagined waves lulling them to dreamland, they both looked forward to their upcoming weekend with eagerness and a shared sense of anticipation. [[Ending]]

With a deep breath, $name decided to dig a little deeper. He scrolled through the browser history, his eyes scanning over the titles of the videos that had been viewed after he left. The video titles hinted at a variety of kinks - bondage, dominance, and submission - but what caught his attention was a video about pet play. <span style="color: orange;">"Pet play?"</span> He mumbled to himself, his eyebrows furrowing in thought. It was a kink he hadn't expected $gf to explore, let alone be interested in. Yet, there it was, evidence of her curiosity glaring at him from the screen. The realization sparked a whirlwind of thoughts in his mind. What did this mean for their relationship? Did $gf share some of his fantasies? Could they explore these newfound desires together? The thought made his heart race in a mix of fear and anticipation. [[You have an Idea]]

A sly idea formed in $name's mind. Instead of outright confrontation, he could subtly guide $gf into the world of his fantasies. He could leave behind breadcrumbs in the form of explicit videos that might pique her curiosity. <span style="color: orange;">"Why not let her explore on her own?"</span> $name thought to himself, a mischievous glint in his eyes. He would create an environment where $gf could safely and privately navigate through her desires, while he could gauge her reactions and the impact it had on their intimacy. This way, he wouldn't be forcing her into anything, but merely laying out a path for her to walk if she chose to. Planning his approach, $name's heart pounded with a mix of excitement and nervousness. This was uncharted territory for both of them, but if they navigated it carefully, it could open up a world of untapped pleasure. With a newfound sense of purpose, he re-opened his browser and began his search, aiming to find the right balance of content that could entice $gf and feed her budding interest. He carefully selected videos that gradually pushed boundaries. After setting the stage, $name shut down his computer, a feeling of anticipation surging within him. His plan was set in motion, and he could only hope that $gf would be intrigued enough to follow the path he had subtly laid out for her. [[Talk with her]]

$name and $gf returned home from the gym, their bodies still humming with the exertion from their workout. There was a palpable tension between them, an unspoken desire that seemed to have been heightened by their encounters at the gym. As soon as they stepped inside their house, they found themselves entwined in each other's arms. Their lips met in a passionate kiss, their bodies pressed tightly together. The taste of $gf's sweet lip balm filled $name's mouth, sending a shiver down his spine. They made their way to the bedroom, their clothes being discarded along the way. Their hands were all over each other, their skin hot to the touch. They fell onto the bed, their bodies twining together. $name couldn't take his eyes off $gf. She was radiant, her body glistening with a thin sheen of sweat. Her breath came in short gasps as he explored her body with his hands and mouth. Their lovemaking was intense and passionate. $name took his time pleasuring $gf, his movements slow and deliberate. He was rewarded with her moans and gasps, each one spurring him on. <img src="images\cuckold gifs\sex1.gif" alt="Logo" width="560px" height="300px"/> As they lay tangled together, the air heavy with their combined scent, $gf turned to $name. Her eyes sparkled in the dim light as she brought her lips to his ear. "<span style='color: pink;'>Babe, what if... what if Derek had done more than just show me the exercises?</span>" $gf whispered in his ear. Her heart pounded in her chest as she awaited his response, the words hanging heavy in the air between them. [[Try not to Cum]] [[Cum instantly]]

"<span style='color: orange;'>Why don't you sunbathe naked today, babe?</span>" $name suggested casually, glancing over at $gf. He'd noticed Luke out in the garden and a thought had sprung to his mind. <img src="images\cuckold gifs\sun2.gif" alt="Logo" width="643px" height="483px"/> $gf looked over at him, a surprised smile playing on her lips. "<span style='color: pink;'>Really? Here in our backyard?</span>" She looked around, seeing the high walls around their garden. It was relatively private, but their new neighbor's balcony did overlook their yard. "<span style='color: orange;'>Yeah, why not?</span>" $name responded, trying to act nonchalant. "<span style='color: orange;'>It's a beautiful day, and it's so private here... Plus, you'll get an even tan.</span>" She looked thoughtful for a moment before she finally shrugged and nodded. "<span style='color: pink;'>Well, okay then. It does sound quite liberating,</span>" $gf said, a hint of excitement in her voice. She carefully unfastened her bikini top and bottom, leaving her body bare to the warmth of the sun. $name's heart pounded in his chest as he saw her beautiful body revealed. He glanced over at Luke's balcony and saw that his plan had worked. Luke was looking over, a surprised look on his face quickly turning into a grin. <img src="images\cuckold gifs\sun1.gif" alt="Logo" width="560px" height="300px"/> $gf, oblivious to their neighbor's gaze, lay back on her lounger, her body gleaming in the sunlight. [[Continue teasing]]

$name tried to focus on his control, tried to prolong the moment. But $gf's whispers were like fuel on a fire, each word sending a shiver down his spine. Her breath was hot on his ear, her voice low and sultry. "<span style='color: pink;'>What if he touched my ass?</span>" she murmured, her hand wandering down to squeeze his firm buttocks, mimicking the scenario she was painting with her words. "<span style='color: pink;'>His hands are so strong... so manly. What if I liked it, babe?</span>" $name gasped, his control slipping. $gf's words, the imagery she was conjuring up in his mind, it was too much. He could feel the pressure building, a wave of pleasure ready to crash over him. He clung onto $gf, his fingers digging into her soft flesh. His body was on fire, every nerve ending screaming for release. And then, with a guttural moan, he let go. Pleasure washed over him in an intense wave, leaving him breathless and spent. As he lay there in the aftermath, $gf's words echoed in his mind. What would he have done if Derek had done more? The question lingered, an unspoken challenge hanging in the air between them. [[Next day|Home4]] <<set $wentprem = false>>

"<span style='color: orange;'>I can't... I can't hold it any longer!</span>" $name cried out, his body shuddering with the impending release. $gf's hand was unyielding, her rhythm not faltering even in the face of his imminent climax. "<span style='color: pink;'>Derek wouldn't cum so fast...</span>" she whispered, her voice a teasing purr in his ear. Her words struck a chord deep within him, adding another layer of intensity to his climax. $name moaned, his body bucking as his orgasm washed over him. His release coated $gf's hand, hot and sticky. $name lay panting, his mind a whirlwind of humiliation and arousal. But $gf wasn't done with him. To his surprise, she brought her hand up, looking at the remnants of his climax. And then, she started to lick her hand, tasting him. "<span style='color: pink;'>Hmmm a little bit salty, but I like it... perhaps I should try different flavours,</span>" she mused. $name watched her in disbelief, his breath hitching in his throat. It was so erotic, so utterly unexpected. His spent cock gave a feeble twitch at the sight, trying to respond to the stimulation. But it was too soon, and he was too drained. "<span style='color: pink;'>Oh, does your cute friend try to get hard again?</span>" $gf teased, a wicked gleam in her eye. She seemed to enjoy his state of disarray, the power she held over him. $name could only groan in response, his mind already picturing a different flavor on $gf's tongue. [[Next day|Home4]] <<set $wentprem = true>>

Alone in their apartment, $name found his mind wandering back to their conversation and shared explorations from the day before. $gf was out for the day with her friends, leaving him with time to think and consider their new sexual dynamic. A newfound curiosity stirred within him. $gf had found his browser history before, learning about his fantasies and desires. It had opened up a new world of sexual exploration for them. Could he do the same again? Could he intentionally use his browser history as a way to communicate his desires? <img src="images\back\pc1.png" alt="Logo" width="283px" height="230px" class="float-right "> With a sense of anticipation, $name turned on his computer and opened his browser. He began to look for videos that depicted the scenarios and dynamics he fantasized about. He imagined $gf discovering them later, watching them, and hopefully finding them as arousing as he did. As he searched and clicked through the videos, he felt a mix of excitement and nervousness. There was the thrill of sharing his fantasies, but also the fear of how $gf might react. Would she be turned on? Shocked? Upset? <<set $wentnormal = true>>

As $name navigated through the vast expanse of adult content, he was mindful of selecting videos that align with the themes he wants $gf to see. 1. <span style="color: red;">"Chastity release for a cuckold's pleasure"</span>: A video in which a wife allows her chastity-locked husband release only while watching her with another man, playing into the cuckold and chastity themes together. [[Click on it|chastity1]] 3. <span style="color: red;">"Sissy Husband Watches Wife With Alpha"</span>: This video is about a feminized husband who watches as his wife enjoys the company of an alpha male, drawing on the sissy and cuckold themes. [[Click on it|sissy1]] 4. <span style="color: red;">"Loving Wife tries another cock"</span> This Video is about a loving couple, who like cuckolding, but without any humiliation or degradation. Just a curious couple. [[Click on it|love1]] Nothing interests $name and he wants to continue on his path. <<set $visitedF = true>>

<<if $wenthumiliation >> "The bull, a cocky grin etched onto his face, partnered with the girlfriend in their relentless humiliation of the boyfriend. The boyfriend, adorned in feminine attire and locked in a chastity cage, was the subject of their derogatory remarks and derisive laughter. As they pointed out the boyfriend's pathetic appearance and contrasted his caged condition with the bull's impressive erection, I felt a jolt of empathetic embarrassment, yet an undeniable arousal. The bull's hands roamed brazenly over the girlfriend's body, his ownership of her clear and sexually potent. Throughout this spectacle, the girlfriend tantalized the boyfriend with her tongue, tracing the outline of the cage and catching any precum that dared to escape. Her teasing was merciless, denying him any satisfaction as she herself was shamelessly taken by the bull. The bull's thick cock relentlessly penetrated her, their moans of pleasure forming a symphony of eroticism that had me, and the boyfriend, on the edge. The narrative deepened as the girlfriend's voice began to layer on the humiliation. Her words, sharp and cruelly seductive, were directed towards her feminized boyfriend. 'Look at you, so helpless in your little cage. Your tiny cock could never satisfy me the way this bull does.' As I watched, my own arousal echoing the boyfriend's, the girlfriend's words became more degrading. 'Remember all those times you came too soon, leaving me unsatisfied? I don't have to worry about that with him.' She gestured towards the bull, his substantial cock throbbing inside her. I felt a strange connection to the boyfriend, his wide-eyed fixation on the bull and his girlfriend a mirror of my own. The girlfriend's humiliation continued, her words striking a chord within me. 'Your pathetic little cock is right where it should be, locked away. You're not man enough to pleasure me.' As she teased his locked cock, the bull relentlessly pounding into her, the humiliation was amplified tenfold. Her eyes never left her boyfriend's as she taunted him, 'His big cock feels so much better than your tiny little dick ever could.' Toward the climax of the video, the girlfriend finally allowed her boyfriend some reprieve. 'You can touch yourself now, but remember, your tiny cock stays locked away.' His pleasure was bitter-sweet, his gaze fixated on the bull's thick cock driving into his girlfriend's dripping pussy, their moans of pleasure a cruel reminder of his denied satisfaction. <<else>> As the scene unfolded on $name's computer screen, a peculiar tableau took shape. The bull, a self-assured grin enhancing the charged atmosphere, was intimately intertwined with the girlfriend. The boyfriend, clad in feminine attire, a unique twist in this erotic narrative, was the center of their playful jests and shared laughter. They teasingly highlighted the boyfriend's unusual appearance and compared his current state with the bull's natural virility. An intriguing blend of embarrassment and peculiar fascination began to stir within $name. The bull's hands casually explored the girlfriend's form, an undeniable aura of sexual energy pervading the screen. Throughout this spectacle, the girlfriend gently coaxed the boyfriend with teasing actions, tracing the contours of his unusual attire, evoking reactions that caused her amusement. She playfully enticed him, even as she found herself in an intense interaction with the bull. The bull's confident moves and her reciprocated sounds of pleasure created a unique soundscape, an undercurrent of erotic exploration that held both $name and the boyfriend captivated. Eventually, the boyfriend was given permission to pleasure himself. However, it was within the parameters of the game - he could do so over his feminine clothing. His eyes, wide and filled with a curious mix of mild embarrassment and arousal, never strayed from his girlfriend and the bull. The bull and the girlfriend's shared pleasure provided a compelling backdrop, fueling the boyfriend's, and by extension, $name's heightened interest. As the video neared its climax, $name found himself in a curious state of fascination. The unusual setup stretched the boundaries of his understanding. Would his girlfriend find this unique blend of playful teasing and alternative pleasure as intriguing as he did? With this thought, he left the video in his browser history, a silent invitation for her to join him in exploring this unconventional territory." <</if>> <<set $wentsissy = true>> <<set $wentnormal = false>>

<<if $wenthumiliation >> $name clicked on the lasciviously titled video, "Chastity Torment for a Cuckold's Wretched Pleasure." The footage opened with a sultry vixen, adorned in scandalous lingerie, securing a tiny, metallic chastity cage over her husband's pathetically small member. The husband's face was a mask of anticipation and dread; his excitement was as undeniable as it was perverse. <img src="images\cuckold gifs\chastity.gif" alt="Logo" width="560px" height="300px"/> The woman's attention shifted to a robust, bare-chested stallion stretched languidly across the plush bed. She slinked towards him like a predator in heat, desire glinting in her eyes. Her cuckolded husband was forced to watch, his cock pitifully straining against the unyielding chastity device. <img src="images\cuckold gifs\chastity2.gif" alt="Logo" width="328px" height="719px"/> Throughout the video, the vixen relished in taunting her husband. She reveled in his helplessness, teasing him about his pitifully small cock, its uselessness, and his impotence to join them. Each mocking comment, each scornful laugh, only served to heighten his arousal. As the video neared its climax, the dominant wife allowed her cucked husband to finally remove his chastity cage, but only while bearing witness to her pleasure with the alpha male. The husband's satisfaction was tangible, and $name watched with perverse fascination as he succumbed to a long-awaited climax, his eyes riveted on his wife's scandalous coupling. <img src="images\cuckold gifs\chastity3.gif" alt="Logo" width="723px" height="408px"/> As the video flickered to a close, $name felt a rush of bizarre arousal mixed with a flicker of anxiety. He couldn't help but put himself in the husband's place, contemplating what it might feel like to be subjected to such erotic torment and voyeuristic pleasure. Would his $gf be enticed by such debauchery? He left the video conspicuously in his browser history, hoping that $gf might stumble upon it and perhaps, be tantalizingly intrigued by this wanton taboo." <<else>> $name navigated to the titillatingly titled video, "Chastity Play for a Cuckold's Delight." The screen lit up with a tempting woman, wearing risqué lingerie, as she gently locked a petite, metallic chastity device onto her husband's eager manhood. The husband's features showed a mix of nervousness and thrill; his anticipation was as palpable as it was enticing. <img src="images\cuckold gifs\chastity.gif" alt="Logo" width="560px" height="300px"/> Her eyes then wandered to a handsome, shirtless man, stretched out on the luxurious bed. She sauntered towards him like a tigress in heat, her eyes filled with affectionate desire. Her husband watched, his arousal intensified by the cage around his manhood. <img src="images\cuckold gifs\chastity2.gif" alt="Logo" width="328px" height="719px"/> Throughout the erotic video, the wife playfully engaged with her husband. She teased him with her flirtatious comments, his inability to join them, his 'little secret' restrained in its cage, amplifying his pleasure. As the climax of the video approached, the wife tenderly allowed her husband to unlock his chastity device, but only whilst he watched her in an intimate embrace with the other man. The husband's elation was overwhelming and $name found himself intrigued as the man succumbed to his long-awaited release, his eyes glued to his wife's passionate performance. <img src="images\cuckold gifs\chastity3.gif" alt="Logo" width="723px" height="408px"/> As the video came to an end, $name found himself in a whirl of unfamiliar arousal and curiosity. He contemplated what it might feel like to be in the husband's place, to experience such a provocative blend of desire, restraint, and voyeurism. Would his $gf consider exploring this tantalizing avenue? Leaving the video in his browser history, he hoped that $gf would come across it, and perhaps, find the idea intriguingly alluring." <</if>> <<set $wentchastity = true>> <<set $wentnormal = false>>

<<if not $visitedI >> <div class="bold-link"> [[Check yourself|Check Yourself4]] [[Character Description|Character Description4]] <<if $visitedH>> <div style="position: absolute; top: 300px; left: 660px; border: 2px solid red; background: white; line-height: 0; z-index: 10;"> <a href="javascript: void(0);" data-passage="Computer4"> <img src="images/back/PC.png" alt="Logo" width="100px" height="100px"/> </a> </div> <<else>> <div style="position: absolute; top: 300px; left: 660px;border: 2px solid white;line-height: 0; z-index: 10;"> <a href="javascript: void(0);" data-passage="Computer4"> <img src="images/back/PC.png" alt="Logo" width="100px" height="100px"/> </a> </div> <</if>> <div style="position: absolute; top: 450px; left: 660px;border: 2px solid white;line-height: 0; z-index: 10;"> <a href="javascript: void(0);" data-passage="Pet4"> <img src="images/back/Pet.png" alt="Logo" width="100px" height="100px"/> </a> </div> <div style="position: absolute; top: 300px; left: 860px;border: 2px solid white;line-height: 0; z-index: 10;"> <a href="javascript: void(0);" data-passage="Bathroom4"> <img src="images/back/Shower.png" alt="Logo" width="100px" height="100px"/> </a> </div> <<if $horny > 2>> <div style="position: absolute; top: 450px; left: 860px;border: 2px solid white; border: 2px solid white;line-height: 0; z-index: 10;"> <a href="javascript: void(0);" data-passage="Masturbate"> <img src="images/back/Penis.png" alt="Logo" width="100px" height="100px"/> </a> </div> <</if>> <div style="position: absolute; top: 300px; left: 1060px;border: 2px solid white;line-height: 0; z-index: 10;"> <a href="javascript: void(0);" data-passage="Gym2"> <img src="images/back/dumbbell.png" alt="Logo" width="100px" height="100px"/> </a> </div> <div style="position: absolute; top: 450px; left: 1060px;border: 2px solid white;line-height: 0; z-index: 10;"> <a href="javascript: void(0);" data-passage="Garden2"> <img src="images/back/Garden.png" alt="Logo" width="100px" height="100px"/> </a> </div> <div style="position: absolute; top: 650px; left: 660px;border: 2px solid white; line-height: 0; z-index: 10;"> <a href="javascript: void(0);" data-passage="Next day"> <img src="images/back/Door.png" alt="Logo" width="100px" height="100px"/> </a> </div> <<set $visitedD = false>> <<set $currentpov to "You">> <<set $visitedG1 = true>> <<set $visitedG7 = true>> <<else>> <<if $visitedG3 == true>> [[Continue|Home5]] <</if>> <<if $visitedL2 == true>> [[Continue|Home6]] <</if>> <<if $visitedL3 == true>> [[Continue|Home7]] <</if>> <<if $visitedL4 == true>> [[Return|Home8]] <</if>> <<if $visitedL5 == true>> [[Return|Home9]] <</if>> <<if $visitedL6 == true>> [[Return|Home10]] <</if>> <<if $visitedL7 == true>> [[Return|Home11]] <</if>> <<if $visitedL8 == true>> [[Return|Home12]] <</if>> <<if $visitedL9 == true>> [[Return|Home13]] <</if>> <</if>> <<if visited() eq 1>> <<set $day += 1>> <</if>> <<if $debug>> <div style="position: absolute; top:10px; left:300px; color: red; font-size: 30px;"> 4 </div> <</if>>

"<span style='color: orange;'>Doesn't it feel good to be free, to be open like this?</span>" $name teased, his voice barely above a whisper. He watched as $gf's chest rose and fell with her slow, even breaths. Her eyes remained closed, a soft smile on her lips. "<span style='color: orange;'>Do you feel how the sun touches every part of you? Do you feel how exposed you are?</span>" <img src="images\cuckold gifs\sun4.gif" alt="Logo" width="560px" height="300px"/> At his words, $gf's breath hitched. She opened her eyes and looked at him. "<span style='color: pink;'>What are you suggesting, $name?</span>" He shrugged nonchalantly, trying to keep his excitement hidden. "<span style='color: orange;'>I'm just saying... What if someone saw you right now? Like this?</span>" $gf's cheeks flushed, but $name noticed her nipples harden. The idea was obviously exciting her. "<span style='color: pink;'>$name...</span>" she murmured, a mix of reproach and excitement in her voice. "<span style='color: orange;'>Why not let yourself go? Let yourself feel good...</span>" $name continued. He saw her swallow hard, her gaze flicking to their neighbor's balcony. "<span style='color: pink;'>You mean... here?</span>" she asked, her voice barely audible. $name simply nodded, his heart pounding in anticipation. After a moment, he saw $gf's hand slowly start to move down her body, her fingers teasing over her sun-kissed skin. [[Continue teasing|Continue teasing1]]

"<span style='color: orange;'>That's it, babe...</span>" $name murmured, his gaze locked on $gf. Her fingers were now moving in slow circles on her clit, her other hand teasing her breasts. Her body was starting to glisten with sweat under the hot sun. <img src="images\cuckold gifs\sun3.gif" alt="Logo" width="560px" height="300px"/> $gf let out a small whimper, her head falling back on the sun lounger. $name noticed her thighs clenching, a clear sign of her arousal. "<span style='color: pink;'>$name... I can't... It's too much...</span>" she gasped out, her fingers picking up the pace. <img src="images\cuckold gifs\sun5.gif" alt="Logo" width="560px" height="300px"/> Just then, $name's gaze flickered to their neighbor's balcony. His heart skipped a beat when he noticed Luke standing there, phone in hand. He was filming them, his face a picture of shock and fascination. $name felt a thrill run through him at the sight. He had planned for Luke to see $gf, but he hadn't anticipated this. "<span style='color: orange;'>Luke's watching you, babe...</span>" he whispered into $gf's ear. Her eyes shot open, her fingers stilled. "<span style='color: orange;'>He's filming you...</span>" $name added, his voice barely audible. <img src="images\cuckold gifs\sun6.gif" alt="Logo" width="560px" height="300px"/> $gf stared at $name, her eyes wide. But instead of stopping, she let out a small moan and continued to touch herself. She was turned on by the thought of being watched, of being filmed. "<span style='color: pink;'>He can... watch...</span>" $gf murmured, her body shuddering under her own touch. $name could only watch, transfixed as $gf gave in to her desires under the watchful eyes of their neighbor. [[Continue the show]]

Feeling emboldened by the knowledge that she was being watched, $gf began to put on a show. She writhed on the lounger, her hips bucking up to meet her fingers as she continued to touch herself. Every now and then, she would let out a soft moan, her eyes closed in pleasure. "<span style='color: pink;'>$name...</span>" she breathed out, biting her lip as her fingers moved faster on her clit. Her other hand traveled down her body, skimming over the taut muscles of her stomach before slipping between her legs. To an outsider, it might have looked like she was simply caught up in her own pleasure. But $name knew better. He could see the way she was arching her back, the way she was spreading her legs wider, giving Luke a clear view of her naked body. <img src="images\cuckold gifs\sun7.gif" alt="Logo" width="560px" height="300px"/> $name couldn't deny the thrill that ran through him at the sight of $gf. The fact that she was so openly displaying herself, knowing she was being filmed, it was a sight that he would never forget. The thought of sharing $gf, of letting others watch her, suddenly didn't seem so outlandish. It was a thought that made him hard, a thought that he knew he would need to explore further. His eyes flickered to Luke once more, the man's phone still pointed in their direction. $gf was providing quite the spectacle, and $name had a feeling that this was only the beginning. [[Cum]]

Caught in the throes of her orgasm, $gf's body arched off the lounger. A soft, satisfied moan escaped her lips, echoing through the otherwise silent backyard. Her fingers slowed down, gently circling her now sensitive clit as she rode out the waves of pleasure coursing through her body. <img src="images\cuckold gifs\sun9.gif" alt="Logo" width="560px" height="300px"/> "<span style='color: pink;'>Oh, $name...</span>" she gasped, her eyes fluttering open to meet his. There was a glint in her eyes, a mischievous smile tugging at the corners of her lips. She knew exactly what she had done, and from the looks of it, she had enjoyed every second of it. $name watched as $gf slowly pulled her hand away from her pussy, bringing her fingers up to her mouth to lick them clean. The sight was incredibly erotic, and he could feel his arousal mounting once again. Just then, out of the corner of his eye, he saw Luke retreating back into his house. The sight brought a wicked grin to his face. He could only imagine what was running through Luke's mind at that moment, what he might do with the footage he had just captured. After a moment of catching her breath, $gf turned her gaze back to $name. "<span style='color: pink;'>Now, it's your turn, babe...</span>" she said, her voice dripping with seduction. The rest of the afternoon promised to be just as exciting, if not more so, than what had already transpired. <hr> [[Next day|Home4]] [[Have Sex]]

In the privacy of their backyard, $name and $gf continued their erotic exploration, their bodies intertwining amidst the sun-kissed loungers. $gf, her body still shimmering with sweat from her recent climax, was quick to push $name down, straddling his hips with a lustful gleam in her eyes. "<span style='color: pink;'>$name...</span>" she murmured, her fingers tracing down his chest as she slowly began to move against him. "<span style='color: pink;'>Did you notice Luke?</span>" $name's eyes widened a fraction, taken aback by her question. He tried to respond, but $gf cut him off, her lips ghosting against his ear. "<span style='color: pink;'>He's... quite handsome, don't you think?</span>" she continued, her voice dropping to a husky whisper as she began to grind harder against him. "<span style='color: pink;'>And those broad shoulders... makes me wonder what else he has to show...</span>" The words sent a shock of arousal straight to $name's cock. He could hardly believe what he was hearing, but the thought of it sent a thrill through him unlike anything else. The possibility of $gf with another man, especially one as attractive as Luke, stirred something within him, a curious blend of jealousy and desire. "<span style='color: pink;'>I wonder...</span>" $gf teased, nipping at $name's earlobe as she began to move faster, "<span style='color: pink;'>how big he could be...</span>" $name's response was a choked gasp, his hips bucking up to meet $gf's. The thought of her with another man, the blatant cuckoldry... it was too much, too arousing. $name was lost in the thrall of their shared fantasy, his climax rushing towards him faster than he could have anticipated. <hr> [[Try not to cum]] [[Cum|Cum1]]

$name could feel his orgasm building, spurred on by $gf's seductive whispers. "<span style='color: pink;'>I bet he could last longer than you...</span>" she teased, her voice a sinful purr in his ear. "<span style='color: pink;'>And I bet he's bigger too...</span>" "<span style='color: orange;'>$gf...</span>" $name warned, his body tensing beneath her. But she simply chuckled, the sound sending shivers down his spine. "<span style='color: pink;'>Can't hold back, baby?</span>" $gf teased, grinding down harder against him. "<span style='color: pink;'>Is the thought of me with another man too much for you?</span>" <img src="images\cuckold gifs\sun9.gif" alt="Logo" width="560px" height="300px"/> $name could only groan in response, the blend of arousal and humiliation too much to bear. With a final, desperate thrust, he came, his body shuddering beneath $gf's. The sight of him falling apart beneath her made $gf laugh, a warm, delighted sound. "<span style='color: pink;'>Oh, $name...</span>" she cooed, "<span style='color: pink;'>You really are something, aren't you?</span>" Her fingers gently traced his flushed cheeks as she continued to laugh softly, her body still flush against his. [[Next day|Home4]] <<set $wentprem = false>>

Just as they began, $name groaned, his body tensing beneath $gf. His orgasm hit him unexpectedly and far too soon, leaving him gasping and flushed. A surprised laugh escaped from $gf. "<span style='color: pink;'>That was quick...</span>" she teased, an amused twinkle in her eyes. She leaned over him, her lips brushing against his ear as she whispered, "<span style='color: pink;'>Luke would have lasted a lot longer...</span>" $name could only blush in embarrassment, his heartbeat still echoing loudly in his ears. He was humiliated, yet strangely aroused by $gf's teasing. The rest of the day was going to be interesting. [[Next day|Home4]] <<set $wentprem = true>>

[[Stats|Stats2]] <hr> <<if $looks lte 0>> Your face has a regular/average appearance with some stubble. <<elseif $looks gt 1 and $looks lt 4>> Your face has a regular/average appearance and you are clean-shaven. <<elseif $looks gt 4>> placeholder. <<else>> Something went wrong with your looks rating. <</if>> <<if $fitness lte 1>> Your fitness is flat and a little soft from lack of exercise. I really need to start hitting the Gym again. <<elseif $fitness gt 1 and $fitness lt 4>> Your fitness is showing some increase in muscle mass, after hitting the gym. <<elseif $fitness gt 4>> Your body starts to look great, your arms, fitness and abs are showing. <<else>> Something went wrong with your looks rating. <</if>> <<if $penis lte 1>> You have an average and hairy penis <<elseif $penis gt 2 and $penis lt 4>> You have an average and hairless penis. <<elseif $penis gt 4>> Your hairless penis is locked in a chastity cage. <<else>> Something went wrong with your looks rating. <</if>> [[return|Home4]]

<div class="bold-link"> <div style="position: absolute; top: 50px; left: 360px;background: transparent; line-height: 0; z-index: 10;"> <a href="javascript: void(0);" data-passage="Meme4"> <img src="images/back/Youtube.png" alt="Logo" width="80px" height="60px"/> </a> </div> <div style="position: absolute; top: 200px; left: 360px;background: transparent; line-height: 0; z-index: 10;"> <a href="javascript: void(0);" data-passage="Chrome4"> <img src="images/back/Chrome.png" alt="Logo" width="80px" height="80px"/> </a> </div> <div style="position: absolute; top: 350px; left: 360px;background: transparent; line-height: 0; z-index: 10;"> <a href="javascript: void(0);" data-passage="Consol4"> <img src="images/back/GTA.png" alt="Logo" width="80px" height="80px"/> </a> </div> <<if $visitedH2>> <div style="position: absolute; top: 500px; left: 360px;background: transparent; line-height: 0; z-index: 10;"> <a href="javascript: void(0);" data-passage="Forum"> <img src="images/back/Forum.png" alt="Logo" width="80px" height="80px"/> </a> </div> <</if>> <<if $visitedG3>> [[Return|Home5]] <</if>> <<if $visitedG1>> [[Return|Home4]] <</if>> <<if $visitedL2>> [[Return|Home6]] <</if>> <<if $visitedL3>> [[Return|Home7]] <</if>> <<if $visitedL4>> [[Return|Home8]] <</if>> <<if $visitedL5>> [[Return|Home9]] <</if>> <<if $visitedL6>> [[Return|Home10]] <</if>> <<if $visitedL7>> [[Return|Home11]] <</if>> <<if $visitedL8>> [[Return|Home12]] <</if>> <<if $visitedL9>> [[Return|Home13]] <</if>> <<set $visitedL41 = false>>

<<if $wentbwc or $wentswinger >> After completing my solitary workout, I arrive home to find $gf not inside, but outside, in our garden. She's not alone, though. Luke, our tall, muscular neighbor, is there with her. I see them in deep conversation and can't help but stop in my tracks, hiding behind the fence to observe them unseen. <img src="images\back\garden2.png" alt="Logo" width="300px" height="300px" class="float-right "> From this distance, I can't hear their words, but their body language speaks volumes. I see $gf's eyes wandering over Luke's toned physique, her gaze lingering on the noticeable bulge in his thin pants. I swallow hard as I realise that his flaccid size seems larger than my erect one. A wave of arousal flushes through me, my heart pounding in my chest. Then I see $gf showing Luke her toned arms, flexing her muscles for him to admire. And then, she does something unexpected - she turns around and allows him to touch her ass, demonstrating its firmness. I see Luke's hand gently squeeze her ass, his fingers sinking slightly into her toned flesh. I'm overwhelmed by a mix of emotions – jealousy, humiliation, but most of all, an intense arousal. I can't hear what they're saying, but the sight of Luke's hand on $gf's ass and her apparent enjoyment of it is enough to send my imagination into overdrive. Luke's hand remains on $gf's ass, and I see him give it a few more squeezes as they continue their conversation. It's clear they're comfortable with each other, much more so than I'd initially thought. After what feels like an eternity, I see them pull out a phone and snap a selfie together, all smiles and laughter. After the photo, Luke steps back, and $gf finally moves away, her eyes bright with amusement. She walks back towards the house, while Luke heads off in the opposite direction. My heart pounding, I quickly turn and hurry around the side of the house, making sure to arrive after $gf. I enter the house, acting like I had just come back from the gym, avoiding any mention of what I had just witnessed. "<span style="color: pink;">Hey babe</span>," she greets me with a smile as she sips her water, completely unaware of what I saw. I return her smile, but my pants are nearing the limit. [[Return|Home4]] <<else>> I make my way towards the garden and stop short at the sight that greets me. There she is, $gf, sprawled out on the lounger, her flawless body basking under the sun. My eyes are drawn to her exposed skin, gleaming under the sunlight, and my mind immediately begins to wander. <img src="images\back\garden2.png" alt="Logo" width="300px" height="300px" class="float-right "> I imagine another man, maybe someone like Derek or Luke, approaching her. A strong, muscular man, who's skin is just as tanned as hers. He'd start by putting some sunscreen on his hands, the sound of the lotion squirting out filling the silent garden. He'd then slowly rub it on her shoulders, down her back, and then lower, over the curve of her ass. My breath quickens as I picture him touching her, his large hands massaging the lotion into her skin. $gf would be surprised at first, but then I can imagine her melting under his touch, her soft moans filling the air. She'd turn to look at him, her eyes filled with desire, as his hands continue their tantalizing exploration of her body. My heart pounds in my chest as the fantasy unfolds in my mind. I'm aware of the tightness in my pants, the rush of arousal that courses through me at the thought. It's wrong, it's perverse, but in the privacy of my own thoughts, it feels incredibly exhilarating. [[Return|Home4]] <</if>>

<<if $wentbbc or $wentbbcSwinger >> "<span style='color: pink;'>$name, I'm thinking about hitting the gym later today, maybe doing a bit more weight training.</span>", $gf said as she sat at the dinner table. "<span style='color: orange;'>Oh, that sounds good. I can see how dedicated you are to maintaining your fitness.</span>", $name replied, a bit of excitement tingeing his voice. The thought of her in the gym, with that black fitness coach, was too alluring. Later that day, $gf prepared to leave for the gym. As she laced up her sneakers, she looked at $name, "<span style='color: pink;'>I'll see you later, babe.</span>" Upon reaching the gym, she met Derek who welcomed her warmly,"<span style='color: #0CEED3;'>$gf, you're looking fit as ever today. Ready for our session?</span>" "<span style='color: pink;'>Hey, Derek! Yes, I am. Let's get started, shall we?</span>", $gf replied with a bright smile. [[Workout]] <<set $currentpov to "Girlfriend">> <<else>> As I step into the gym, I can't help but let my imagination run wild. I picture $gf here, amidst all these fit, driven women, her athletic body wrapped in tight leggings or short shorts, just like the others. I see her in my mind's eye, her pert ass drawing the gaze of every man in the room. The fabric of her outfit hugs her curves perfectly, leaving very little to the imagination. The thought of other men watching her, desiring her, stirs something strange within me. <img src="images\back\gym.jpg" alt="Logo" width="283px" height="420px"> My heart races as the fantasy deepens. $gf, all toned and sweaty, looking irresistible in her revealing workout gear. The men around her can't help but steal glances at her, their eyes lingering on her inviting curves. The sight of her, the imagined attention she garners, is strangely arousing. As I go about my workout, my mind doesn't stray from the image of $gf in that alluring gym attire, the center of attention. I can't shake off the vivid image, nor the odd thrill it gives me. [[Go Home|Home4]] <<set $currentpov to "You">> <</if>>

<hr> BBC: $wentbbc BWC: $wentbwc Swinger: $wentswinger BBCSwinger: $wentbbcswinger Chastity: $wentchastity Hypnosis: $hypnosis [[Return|Check Yourself4]]

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<img src="images\fbackground.png" alt="Logo" width="1560px" height="100px" style="float: left; margin-right: 100px; margin-left: -400px;"> <img src="images/f1.png" usemap="#mapname" alt="Logo" width="300px" height="500px" style="float: left; margin-right: 100px; margin-left: -390px;"> <map name="mapname"> <area shape="rect" coords="0,0,300,111" data-passage="Home4" alt="Area 1"> <area shape="rect" coords="0,112,300,161" data-passage="Forums" alt="Area 2"> <area shape="rect" coords="0,162,300,211" data-passage="What's new" alt="Area 3"> <area shape="rect" coords="0,212,300,271" data-passage="Chat" alt="Area 4"> <area shape="rect" coords="0,262,300,321" data-passage="Media" alt="Area 5"> <area shape="rect" coords="0,312,300,371" data-passage="Stories" alt="Area 6"> <area shape="rect" coords="0,362,300,421" data-passage="Members" alt="Area 7"> <area shape="rect" coords="0,412,300,471" data-passage="Donate" alt="Area 8"> <area shape="rect" coords="0,462,300,510" data-passage="Donate" alt="Area 9"> </map> <style> area { cursor: pointer; } </style> <<if $visitedH>> <img src="images\random\Hacker.png" alt="Logo" width="156px" height="184px" style="float: left; margin-right: 100px; margin-left: -100px; margin-top: -375px"> <</if>> <<if $visitedH>> <div style="position: absolute; left: 800px; top: 275px;"> Chat with the mysterious person </div> <</if>> <<if $visitedH>> <div style="position: absolute; left: 800px; top: 275px; color: red; font-style: italic;"> [[Chat with the mysterious person]] (Hypnosis) </div> <</if>> <<if $visitedH>> <div style="position: absolute; left: 800px; top: 200px; color: red; font-style: italic;"> Need Help with your desired and whishes?? Dm me!</div> <</if>>

v.0.3 -Forum was added -New Character : Anonymous -Hypnosis Fetish added -First real Cuckold experience v0.2 -mostly a technical Updated -Added a little bit more Story to "CuckoldPath" -New "FemaleSlavePath" -Small changes to Story -Removed Porn Website v0.1 Initial Release [[Return|Forum]]

<img src="images\fbackground.png" alt="Logo" width="1560px" height="100px" style="float: left; margin-right: 100px; margin-left: -400px;"> <img src="images/f1.png" usemap="#mapname" alt="Logo" width="300px" height="500px" style="float: left; margin-right: 100px; margin-left: -390px;"> <map name="mapname"> <area shape="rect" coords="0,0,300,111" data-passage="Home4" alt="Area 1"> <area shape="rect" coords="0,112,300,161" data-passage="Forums" alt="Area 2"> <area shape="rect" coords="0,162,300,211" data-passage="What's new" alt="Area 3"> <area shape="rect" coords="0,212,300,271" data-passage="Chat" alt="Area 4"> <area shape="rect" coords="0,262,300,321" data-passage="Media" alt="Area 5"> <area shape="rect" coords="0,312,300,371" data-passage="Stories" alt="Area 6"> <area shape="rect" coords="0,362,300,421" data-passage="Members" alt="Area 7"> <area shape="rect" coords="0,412,300,471" data-passage="Donate" alt="Area 8"> <area shape="rect" coords="0,462,300,510" data-passage="Donate" alt="Area 9"> </map> <style> area { cursor: pointer; } </style> <<if $visitedH1>> <img src="images\random\Hacker.png" alt="Logo" width="156px" height="184px" style="float: left; margin-right: 300px; margin-left: -80px; margin-top: -400px"> <</if>> <<if $visitedH1>> <div style="position: absolute; left: 800px; top: 275px;"> [[Chat with the mysterious person|Chat1]] </div> <</if>> <<if $visitedL42>> <div style="position: absolute; left: 800px; top: 275px;"> [[Someone sent u a message|Chat2]] </div> <</if>> <<if $visitedL42>> <img src="images\1.6.1\message.png" alt="Logo" width="80px" height="80px" style="float: left; margin-right: 300px; margin-left: -50px; margin-top: -600px"> <</if>>

<img src="images\chyoa.png" alt="Logo" width="1640px" height="934px" style="float: left; margin-right: 100px; margin-left: -400px;"> <a href="https://chyoa.com/story/No-Limit.54135" target="_blank">Click here to visit the website</a> [[Return|Forum]]

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<img src="images\fbackground.png" alt="Logo" width="1560px" height="100px" style="float: left; margin-right: 100px; margin-left: -400px;"> <img src="images/f1.png" usemap="#mapname" alt="Logo" width="300px" height="500px" style="float: left; margin-right: 100px; margin-left: -390px;"> <map name="mapname"> <area shape="rect" coords="0,0,300,111" data-passage="Home4" alt="Area 1"> <area shape="rect" coords="0,112,300,161" data-passage="Forums" alt="Area 2"> <area shape="rect" coords="0,162,300,211" data-passage="What's new" alt="Area 3"> <area shape="rect" coords="0,212,300,271" data-passage="Chat" alt="Area 4"> <area shape="rect" coords="0,262,300,321" data-passage="Media" alt="Area 5"> <area shape="rect" coords="0,312,300,371" data-passage="Stories" alt="Area 6"> <area shape="rect" coords="0,362,300,421" data-passage="Members" alt="Area 7"> <area shape="rect" coords="0,412,300,471" data-passage="Donate" alt="Area 8"> <area shape="rect" coords="0,462,300,510" data-passage="Donate" alt="Area 9"> </map> <style> area { cursor: pointer; } </style> <img src="images/f2.png" usemap="#mapname2" alt="Logo" width="900px" height="900px" style="position: absolute; left: 600px; top: 150px;"> <map name="mapname2"> <area shape="rect" coords="0,0,225,300" data-passage="Link1" alt="Area 1"> <area shape="rect" coords="225,0,450,300" data-passage="Link2" alt="Area 2"> <area shape="rect" coords="450,0,675,300" data-passage="Link3" alt="Area 3"> <area shape="rect" coords="675,0,900,300" data-passage="Link4" alt="Area 4"> <area shape="rect" coords="0,300,225,600" data-passage="Link5" alt="Area 5"> <area shape="rect" coords="225,300,450,600" data-passage="Link6" alt="Area 6"> <area shape="rect" coords="450,300,675,600" data-passage="Link7" alt="Area 7"> <area shape="rect" coords="675,300,900,600" data-passage="Link8" alt="Area 8"> <area shape="rect" coords="0,600,225,900" data-passage="Link9" alt="Area 9"> <area shape="rect" coords="225,600,450,900" data-passage="Link10" alt="Area 10"> <area shape="rect" coords="450,600,675,900" data-passage="Link11" alt="Area 11"> <area shape="rect" coords="675,600,900,900" data-passage="Link12" alt="Area 12"> </map> <style> area { cursor: pointer; } </style>

<span style="color: orange;">$name</span>: Hi, I saw your advertisement on the forum. It said you could help with...um...certain desires? <span style="color: Green;">Anonymous</span>: Yes, that's correct. I can certainly try to help. Can you tell me a bit about what you're struggling with? <span style="color: orange;">$name</span>: It's complicated. I've been having these thoughts about...my girlfriend...with other men. I found some videos that got me...excited. But I'm not sure if it's what I want. <span style="color: Green;">Anonymous</span>: That sounds like a classic case of a cuckolding fetish. It's more common than you think. Would you like to explore this fantasy more, perhaps through a hypnosis video? <span style="color: orange;">$name</span>: Hypnosis video? How would that help? <span style="color: Green;">Anonymous</span>: It can help you accept your desires, and maybe even enjoy them. It's a safe and harmless way to experiment. If you're interested, I can send you a video to try. <span style="color: orange;">$name</span>: Alright, I suppose it can't hurt to try. Please send me the video. <span style="color: Green;">Anonymous</span>: Very well, I'm sending you the video now. Just relax, let the video guide you, and see where it takes you. [[Click on the Video]]

The hypnosis video started with a slow, hypnotic spiral as the backdrop. The spiral was filled with colors that seemed to swirl and pulse with a rhythm that instantly captured <span style="color: orange;">$name</span>'s attention. A soft voice began speaking, providing a steady rhythm to match the pulse of the spiral. <video src="images\back\hypno2.mp4" width="640" height="480" autoplay muted></video> Then, quick flashes of pictures and captions began to appear over the spiraling backdrop. They were short glimpses of sissy bimbo transformation scenarios. There were scenes of men dressed in feminine attire, images of them applying makeup, and photos of men proudly flaunting their transformed personas. Each picture was accompanied by a caption, reinforcing the scenario portrayed in the image. Phrases like "Embrace your inner beauty," "Girly and proud," "Pink is your power," and "The mirror shows your true self" flashed across the screen. They appeared so rapidly that they seemed almost subliminal, just brief impressions that imprinted themselves in the back of his mind. The hypnotic spiral and the soothing voice continued to draw him in, anchoring him deeply into the content. The fast-paced images and captions melded into a whirl of ideas and thoughts, blending effortlessly with the rhythm of the voice and the spiral. By the time the video concluded, $name felt an unusual sense of relaxation mixed with bewilderment. He struggled to remember the specifics of the images and captions he had seen, retaining only the overarching theme and emotions they stirred up. He was aware he had been watching a video about sissy bimbo transformations, but the fine details were shrouded in a mist of hypnotic suggestion and subliminal messaging. [[Return|Forums]] <<set $visitedH = false>> <<set $visitedH1 = true>> <<set $hypnosis = true>>

<span style="color: green;">Anonymous</span>: So, how did you find the video, $name? <span style="color: orange;">$name</span>: I'm not sure... It's all a bit hazy. I remember watching the video but I don't recall what was in it. <span style="color: green;">Anonymous</span>: That's quite common, especially on your first time. The subconscious mind is very powerful. It might take a bit of time to process what you've experienced. Do you feel any different? <span style="color: orange;">$name</span>: I can't say for sure. It's strange... I feel a little more relaxed, maybe? But also... curious, I guess. <span style="color: green;">Anonymous</span>: Curiosity is a good sign. It means you're open to exploring this further. Would you be interested in watching another video? This time, it will be a bit more focused, allowing you to delve deeper into your desires. [[Accept it]] [[Return|Forum]]

<span style="color: orange;">$name</span>: Alright, send it over. I guess there's no harm in trying it out. <img src="images\porn\hypno1.gif" alt="Logo" style="width: 305px; height: 452px;"> [[Return|Forum]] <<if visited() eq 1>> <<set $hypnosis += 1>> <</if>> <<set $visitedH1 = false>>

As I start my workout routine, I can feel Derek's presence. He's close, always at my side, guiding me through each exercise. His hands are on me more often than they need to be, always seeming to find an excuse to touch me, and it sends a tingle down my spine. I can feel him 'accidentally' brushing against my ass, his touch bold but fleeting. I try to focus on my workout, but I can feel a warmth spreading through me. His scent fills my senses. A mixture of his natural musk and the sweat from his workout. It's heady, intoxicating. It's primal, raw, and completely male. I've never been affected like this before. I feel a strange thrill from all of this - from the way Derek looks at me, touches me, and the way he makes me feel. I know I should be disturbed, maybe even angry... but I'm not. In fact, the more he touches me, the more excited I get. <img src="images\back\gym1.jpg" alt="Logo" width="283px" height="400px" class="float-right "> By the end of the workout, I'm breathless and glistening with sweat, and not entirely from the exercise. My heart is racing and I feel an intense heat coursing through my veins. Derek's touch, his scent, his commanding presence... they're all having an effect on me that I can't quite comprehend. All I know is, I want more. [[Go home|Home4]]

Thanks a lot for playing version v.0.6.3, I hope you enjoyed it :D

<div class="bold-link"> [[Check yourself|Check Yourself5]] [[Character Description|Character Description5]] <div style="position: absolute; top: 300px; left: 660px;border: 2px solid white;line-height: 0; z-index: 10;"> <a href="javascript: void(0);" data-passage="Computer4"> <img src="images/back/PC.png" alt="Logo" width="100px" height="100px"/> </a> </div> <<if not $visitedJ1>> <div style="position: absolute; top: 450px; left: 660px;border: 2px solid red;line-height: 0; z-index: 10;"> <a href="javascript: void(0);" data-passage="Pet5"> <img src="images/back/Pet.png" alt="Logo" width="100px" height="100px"/> </a> </div> <<else>> <div style="position: absolute; top: 450px; left: 660px;border: 2px solid white;line-height: 0; z-index: 10;"> <a href="javascript: void(0);" data-passage="Pet5"> <img src="images/back/Pet.png" alt="Logo" width="100px" height="100px"/> </a> </div> <</if>> <div style="position: absolute; top: 300px; left: 860px;border: 2px solid white;line-height: 0; z-index: 10;"> <a href="javascript: void(0);" data-passage="Bathroom5"> <img src="images/back/Shower.png" alt="Logo" width="100px" height="100px"/> </a> </div> <<if $debug>> <div style="position: absolute; top:10px; left:300px; color: red; font-size: 30px;"> 5 </div> <</if>> <<if $horny > 2>> <div style="position: absolute; top: 450px; left: 860px;border: 2px solid white; border: 2px solid white;line-height: 0; z-index: 10;"> <a href="javascript: void(0);" data-passage="Masturbate"> <img src="images/back/Penis.png" alt="Logo" width="100px" height="100px"/> </a> </div> <</if>> <<if $visitedJ>> <div style="position: absolute; top: 300px; left: 1060px;border: 2px solid white;line-height: 0; z-index: 10;"> <a href="javascript: void(0);" data-passage="Gym3"> <img src="images/back/dumbbell.png" alt="Logo" width="100px" height="100px"/> </a> </div> <<else>> <div style="position: absolute; top: 300px; left: 1060px;border: 2px solid white;line-height: 0; z-index: 10;"> <a href="javascript: void(0);" data-passage="Gym3.1"> <img src="images/back/dumbbell.png" alt="Logo" width="100px" height="100px"/> </a> </div> <</if>> <div style="position: absolute; top: 450px; left: 1060px;border: 2px solid white; line-height: 0; z-index: 10;"> <a href="javascript: void(0);" data-passage="Garden3"> <img src="images/back/Garden.png" alt="Logo" width="100px" height="100px"/> </a> </div> <<if $visitedJ>> <<if $wentbwc or $wentswinger>> <div style="position: absolute; top: 650px; left: 660px;border: 2px solid white; line-height: 0; z-index: 10;"> <a href="javascript: void(0);" data-passage="Barbecue"> <img src="images/back/Door.png" alt="Logo" width="100px" height="100px"/> </a> </div> <</if>> <<if $wentbbc>> <div style="position: absolute; top: 650px; left: 660px;border: 2px solid white; line-height: 0; z-index: 10;"> <a href="javascript: void(0);" data-passage="Someone is calling you"> <img src="images/back/Door.png" alt="Logo" width="100px" height="100px"/> </a> </div> <</if>> <</if>> <<set $visitedD = false>> <<set $currentpov to "You">> <<set $visitedI = true>> <<set $visitedG1 = false>> <<set $visitedG2 = true>> <<set $visitedG3 = true>>

[[Stats|Stats3]] <hr> <<if $looks lte 0>> Your face has a regular/average appearance with some stubble. <<elseif $looks gt 1 and $looks lt 4>> Your face has a regular/average appearance and you are clean-shaven. <<elseif $looks gt 4>> placeholder. <<else>> Something went wrong with your looks rating. <</if>> <<if $fitness lte 1>> Your fitness is flat and a little soft from lack of exercise. I really need to start hitting the Gym again. <<elseif $fitness gt 1 and $fitness lt 4>> Your fitness is showing some increase in muscle mass, after hitting the gym. <<elseif $fitness gt 4>> Your body starts to look great, your arms, fitness and abs are showing. <<else>> Something went wrong with your looks rating. <</if>> <<if $penis lte 1>> You have an average and hairy penis <<elseif $penis gt 2 and $penis lt 4>> You have an average and hairless penis. <<elseif $penis gt 4>> Your hairless penis is locked in a chastity cage. <<else>> Something went wrong with your looks rating. <</if>> [[return|Home5]]

<div style="position: absolute; top: 50px; left:600px;"> <img src="images/2/terrarium.png"> <<linkappend "Pet your turtle">> <span style="color:green;">$petname is hungry [[Buy some food]] </span> <</linkappend>> [[Buy some food]] [[Return|Home5]] </div>

<div class="bold-link"> <span class="z10"> [[Return|Home5]] </span> </div> <div style="position: absolute; top: 200px; left: 660px;line-height: 0; z-index: 10;"> <a href="javascript: void(0);" data-passage="Sunbathing2"> <img src="images/back/sunbathing.png" alt="Logo" width="100px" height="100px"/> </a> </div> <div style="position: absolute; top: -100px; left: 500px;line-height: 0; z-index: 5;"> <img src="images/back/square.png" alt="Logo" width="1000px" height="1000px"/> </div> <div style="position: absolute; top: 200px; left: 900px;line-height: 0; z-index: 10;"> <a href="javascript: void(0);" data-passage="Water the Plants2"> <img src="images/back/water.png" alt="Logo" width="100px" height="100px"/> </a> </div> <div style="position: absolute; top: 200px; left: 1200px;line-height: 0; z-index: 10;"> <a href="javascript: void(0);" data-passage="Look at your neighbors garden2"> <img src="images/back/binoculars.png" alt="Logo" width="100px" height="100px"/> </a> </div> <<set $currentpov to "You">>

<<if $wentbbc and $wentbbcswinger >> Stepping into the gym, $gf at my side, my gaze instantly finds Derek. He's already there, waiting for us. An involuntary shiver passes through me as he strides forward to hug my wife. I can't help but notice how easily he lifts her, his muscular arms enveloping her small frame. I swallow hard, feeling a rush of unexpected arousal as I watch the scene unfold. It's an odd sensation, this combination of jealousy and thrill, but it's overpowering, coiling low in my belly. My focus drifts to his lower body, and I can't help but notice the impressive bulge in his gym pants. I can see the outline of his massive manhood, much larger than my own, straining against the fabric of his tight gym clothes. The sight alone is enough to make my own modest cock twitch in my shorts. The desire to touch myself is overwhelming, but I suppress it, my eyes glued to the spectacle before me. Derek's strong hands are roaming over $gf's back, his gaze dropping to her ass, and all I can do is stand there, my heart pounding in my chest, my arousal growing with every passing second. Seeing Derek's hand firmly grasp my wife's ass, claiming her with a confident, possessive gesture sends a chill down my spine. I hear his words, "Your training is showing fruits, $gf," and a blush paints her cheeks a rosy hue as she whispers a shy, "Thank you." Without another word, they move away, leaving me standing alone in the bustling gym. I watch as they start their workout routine, Derek guiding $gf through her sets, his hands constantly finding excuses to touch her. I can't tear my eyes away from them, my cock stiffening in my shorts as I watch their interaction. It's a peculiar cocktail of emotions - jealousy, humiliation, arousal - all swirling together and coursing through me. Despite the uneasy feeling, a strange part of me is enjoying this sight. I can't quite understand why, but I can't deny the effect it has on me. All I can do is stand and watch, a silent observer in this unexpected scenario. Suddenly, Hannah pops up next to me, greeting me with her bright, infectious smile. "Hey $name," she chirps, her blonde hair bouncing lightly with each word. We chat about various things, her excitement about her new yoga class, the latest antics of her cat. But I'm distracted, my attention often wandering over to $gf and Derek. "<span style='color: #FF00E8;'>$name, you alright?</span>" she asks, her eyes narrowing in concern. I nod hurriedly, forcing a smile. But Hannah isn't fooled. With a playful smirk, she follows my gaze, her eyes widening slightly as she takes in the sight of $gf and Derek. "<span style='color: #FF00E8;'>Oh, I see what's going on,</span>" she chuckles lightly, her eyes flicking back to me with an amused glint. "<span style='color: #FF00E8;'>That's Derek, right? Your wife seems to get along with him really well.</span>" Her words are innocent enough, but the smirk on her face tells me she understands more than she's letting on. Her eyes unexpectedly drop to my crotch, her eyebrows raising in surprise. I feel a hot flush creep up my neck, realizing that my arousal must be clearly visible. Hannah's smirk grows wider, her gaze returning to meet mine. "<span style='color: #FF00E8;'>Never would've pegged you for the voyeuristic type, $name,</span>" she teases, her voice barely above a whisper. She leans in a bit closer, her golden hair brushing against my arm, "<span style='color: #FF00E8;'>You know, Derek has quite the reputation around here... he's known for... well, let's just say he's very friendly with the wives.</span>" Her words echo in my mind, fueling my throbbing arousal even further. I was in over my head, yet there was a perverse thrill to all of this, a thrill I had never felt before. Feeling a strange mix of embarrassment and excitement, I spot $gf making her way back to us, wiping the sweat from her brow with a small towel. I motion her over. "<span style='color: orange;'>Hey babe, I want you to meet someone,</span>" I say, gesturing to Hannah. $gf's eyes light up with interest, and she extends her hand. "<span style='color: pink;'>Hello! It's nice to meet you. I'm $gf.</span>" Hannah smiles, shaking her hand, "<span style='color: #FF00E8;'>Hi, $gf! I'm Hannah. $name and I were just chatting about our pets and... gym-related topics.</span>" At that moment, Derek ambles over, a wide grin on his face, "<span style='color: #0CEED3;'>Hannah, long time no see!</span>" He gives her a quick hug, before glancing back at us, "<span style='color: #0CEED3;'>$gf, $name, you already know Hannah, huh? She's quite a catch.</span>" The comment makes me shift uncomfortably but I manage to give a tight nod in response. [[Go Home|Home5]] <</if>> <<if $wentbbc and not $wentbbcswinger>> Stepping into the gym, $gf at my side, my gaze instantly finds Derek. He's already there, waiting for us. An involuntary shiver passes through me as he strides forward to hug my wife. I can't help but notice how easily he lifts her, his muscular arms enveloping her small frame. I swallow hard, feeling a rush of unexpected arousal as I watch the scene unfold. It's an odd sensation, this combination of jealousy and thrill, but it's overpowering, coiling low in my belly. My focus drifts to his lower body, and I can't help but notice the impressive bulge in his gym pants. I can see the outline of his massive manhood, much larger than my own, straining against the fabric of his tight gym clothes. The sight alone is enough to make my own modest cock twitch in my shorts. The desire to touch myself is overwhelming, but I suppress it, my eyes glued to the spectacle before me. Derek's strong hands are roaming over $gf's back, his gaze dropping to her ass, and all I can do is stand there, my heart pounding in my chest, my arousal growing with every passing second. Seeing Derek's hand firmly grasp my wife's ass, claiming her with a confident, possessive gesture sends a chill down my spine. I hear his words, "Your training is showing fruits, $gf," and a blush paints her cheeks a rosy hue as she whispers a shy, "Thank you." Without another word, they move away, leaving me standing alone in the bustling gym. I watch as they start their workout routine, Derek guiding $gf through her sets, his hands constantly finding excuses to touch her. I can't tear my eyes away from them, my cock stiffening in my shorts as I watch their interaction. It's a peculiar cocktail of emotions - jealousy, humiliation, arousal - all swirling together and coursing through me. Despite the uneasy feeling, a strange part of me is enjoying this sight. I can't quite understand why, but I can't deny the effect it has on me. All I can do is stand and watch, a silent observer in this unexpected scenario. [[Go Home|Home5]] <</if>> <<if $wentbwc and $wentswinger >> $name went to the gym alone. Afters some minutes in to the training, Hannah pops up next to me, greeting me with her bright, infectious smile. "Hey $name," she chirps, her blonde hair bouncing lightly with each word. We chat about various things, her excitement about her new yoga class, the latest antics of her cat. After some talking she suggest doing some yoga, to relax and strech the muscles. From my position on the yoga mat, I can feel Hannah’s body heat radiating against me. She's showing me the correct form for a yoga pose and our bodies are incredibly close - her back presses against my chest as she guides my arms. It's just an innocent training exercise but her smell - the sweet scent of her hair, the light fragrance of her perfume and yes, even the faint whiff of sweat from our workout - it's undeniably sensual. "<span style='color: #FF00E8;'>Are you getting the hang of it, $name?</span>" she asks, her voice a soft whisper that sends a shiver down my spine. "<span style='color: orange;'>I think so,</span>" I manage to croak out, hyper-aware of every inch of her body against mine. My heart races and I can't help but wonder if she can feel it. Suddenly, I feel my eyes drawn towards the gym's mirror and I catch a glimpse of our reflections. In the mirror, we look almost... intimate, despite this being a public gym. It's then I notice the size difference between us. My smaller frame against her strong and athletic one. In a strange twist, it reminds me of $gf and Luke. Suddenly, the image of Luke's muscular frame pressing against $gf's slender body flashes in my mind. A heat flushes through me and I quickly pull away, trying to regain my composure. "<span style='color: orange;'>Thanks for the lesson, Hannah. It was... enlightening.</span>" [[Go Home|Home5]] <</if>> <<if $wentbwc and not $wentswinger>> After work, $name decided to head to the gym for his usual workout session. As he stepped into the bustling fitness center, he was greeted by the familiar sounds of clanking weights, motivational music, and hushed conversations. He loved the energy in the gym, but today, his mind was elsewhere. <img src="images\cuckold gifs\gym1.gif" alt="Logo" width="718px" height="537px"/> As $name started his warm-up, his gaze inevitably drifted towards the other gym-goers. He noticed the fit, athletic women working out around him. Today, he found himself particularly drawn to their tight workout leggings, hugging their shapely figures and highlighting the curves of their toned buttocks. It was a sight he had always appreciated but, for some reason, today it stirred up a stronger response than usual. <img src="images\cuckold gifs\gym2.gif" alt="Logo" width="721px" height="407px"/> He found himself imagining $gf in similar workout gear, her curves accentuated by the tight fabric. A wave of arousal washed over him as he thought of $gf's figure in such a setting. This vision of $gf stirred up a longing in him, intertwining with the images from the videos they had watched and the fantasies they had shared. <img src="images\cuckold gifs\gym3.gif" alt="Logo" width="406px" height="723px"/> His mind began to wander further, imagining $gf interacting with the men at the gym, teasing them with her flirtatious charm and seductive body. The image of $gf being desired by other men, yet returning to him, made his heart race with a strange mix of jealousy and arousal. It was a fantasy he was still trying to understand, yet its power over him was undeniable. <img src="images\cuckold gifs\gym4.gif" alt="Logo" width="722px" height="409px"/> Despite the crowded gym and the cacophony of sounds around him, $name felt a wave of intense desire washing over him. He tried to refocus his mind on his workout, knowing he needed to work through these feelings and thoughts with $gf. The gym was usually his place of respite, but today, it had become another playground for his burgeoning fantasies. <img src="images\cuckold gifs\gym5.gif" alt="Logo" width="719px" height="404px"/> [[Go home|Home5]] <</if>>

<span style='color: pink;'>$name, darling, I can't decide which dress to wear to Luke's barbeque. What do you think?</span>" $gf calls from the bedroom, her voice ringing out clearly in the quiet house. I step into the room to find her standing by her wardrobe, two dresses held up against her. One is a floral summer dress that hides most of her curves. The other is a strappy, more casual sundress that barely covers her thighs. I can't help but imagine how easy it would be for another man's eyes to wander when she's wearing that. [[Floral summer dress]] [[Casual sundress]] <<set $visitedG3 = false>> <<if visited() eq 1>> <<set $day += 1>> <</if>>

<hr> BBC: $wentbbc BWC: $wentbwc Swinger: $wentswinger BBCSwinger: $wentbbcswinger Chastity: $wentchastity Hypnosis: $hypnosis [[Return|Check Yourself5]]

<<if visited() eq 1>> <span style='color: orange;'>"Looks like it's time for a pet store run,"</span> $name murmured, giving his pet turtle a gentle pat. He had noticed that the turtle's food was almost finished, and he liked to keep a good stock on hand. Grabbing his keys and wallet, $name made his way to the pet store, a cozy establishment a few blocks away from his home. The store had a nice selection of pet supplies, and $name had always found the staff to be knowledgeable and friendly. Today was no different, and he was soon browsing the shelves, picking out the necessary items for his pet turtle. While $name was examining different brands of turtle food, a cute young blonde employee approached him. She had a friendly smile and her name tag read 'Hannah'. "<span style='color: #FF00E8;'>Hi, can I help you with anything?</span>" she asked. <span style='color: orange;'>“Oh, just browsing for some turtle food,"</span> $name replied, feeling a bit awkward. They ended up chatting about their pets, and Hannah shared about her cat, a fluffy Maine Coon named Dusty. $name found her quite charming and easy to talk to. After a few minutes, Hannah looked at him with a mischievous smile and asked, "<span style='color: #FF00E8;'>Would you like my number? Maybe we can swap pet stories sometime."</span> [[Accept it|Accept it1]] <<set $visitedJ = true>> <<else>> You already bought food... [[Return|Home5]] <</if>>

"<span style='color: orange;'>Sure, that sounds fun.</span>" $name agreed. They chatted a bit more, discussing their favorite pet anecdotes and slowly diverging into other topics. Hannah mentioned that she lived near $name's neighborhood, which was a nice coincidence. "<span style='color: pink;'>Oh, I forgot to mention, I'm also a yoga instructor at the local gym. Maybe you've seen me there?</span>" Hannah told him with a bright smile. $name was surprised but intrigued, he had never noticed her at the gym before, but he promised to himself to keep an eye out the next time. This little conversation added an unexpected twist to his usual pet shop run. [[Return|Home5]] <<set $visitedJ1 = true>> <<set $visitedHannah = true>>

<<if $wentbwc or $wentswinger >> Lying on my back, I enjoy the warmth of the sun on my skin. The quiet chirping of birds, the soft rustling of leaves, everything is so peaceful and calm. Suddenly, a familiar voice interrupts my serenity. I turn my head and see Luke, standing by the fence, his eyes twinkling. "<span style='color: #1BE8A1;'>Hey $gf, we're having a barbecue later this evening, fancy joining us?</span>" Luke calls out, a bright smile on his face. The sun makes his well-defined muscles look even more impressive. There's a certain charm about him, an easy-going charisma that draws people towards him. For a second, I'm surprised. $name and I rarely socialize with our neighbors. But there's something intriguing about Luke, something alluring. I find myself considering his invitation. "<span style='color: pink;'>Sure, that sounds fun. $name and I would love to come.</span>" I reply, my heart pounding with anticipation. [[Return|Garden3]] <<set $currentpov to "Girlfriend">> <<else>> Lying on my back, I enjoy the warmth of the sun on my skin. The quiet chirping of birds, the soft rustling of leaves, everything is so peaceful and calm. <img src="images\random\med1.gif" alt="Logo" width="499px" height="333px"/> <<set $currentpov to "You">> [[Return|Garden3]] <</if>>

<<if $wentbwc or $wentswinger >> It's a clear, bright day, perfect for sunbathing. I saunter into the garden, my body tingling from the heat of the sun. There's something exciting about the potential of a day all to myself. As I reach the sun lounger, I glance over at Luke's yard. <img src="images\back\garden2.png" alt="Logo" width="300px" height="300px" class="float-right "> My heart skips a beat. There he is, sunbathing, fully naked. I can't help but stare. The sunlight glistens on his chiselled abs and his well-defined chest, but it's not his toned body that has me spellbound. It's his manhood. It's big, much bigger than $name's, and even in its flaccid state, it is impressive. Suddenly, I feel a rush of pleasure surge through me. It's a thrilling, naughty feeling. I can't resist; I find my fingers sliding down towards my bikini bottoms. I watch Luke, sunbathing unaware, as I subtly start to play with myself. His size, his carefree attitude, it's all just so enticing. The fact that he's just there, available for anyone to see, makes my heart race and my body ache with desire. It's dangerous, thrilling, and I can't help but surrender to the pleasure. Caught in this voyeuristic moment, my eyes roam further, inspecting every inch of Luke's body. I can't tear my gaze away from his muscular, sun-kissed form. The tan lines that contrast against his bronzed skin, the way the sunlight enhances the contours of his body, it's all too enticing. As my eyes linger on his lower half, I'm taken aback by his uncircumcised manhood, different from what I'm used to seeing on $name. It's an intriguing sight, adding a sense of mystery to Luke that I've never considered before. My gaze trails upwards, noting his muscular thighs and defined calves, but it's his ass that catches my attention next. His muscular cheeks are firm and round, perfectly shaped and undoubtedly strong. A wave of desire floods over me. I press my hand harder against my panties, my breath hitching at the contact. The thoughts running through my mind are definitely not innocent, but at this point, I'm far too turned on to stop. A soft moan escapes my lips, carried away by the summer breeze, leaving only the echo of my pleasure and the image of Luke's naked body seared into my memory. <<else>> //No one is the the Garden <</if>> [[Return|Garden3]] <<set $currentpov to "Girlfriend">>

<hr> BBC: $wentbbc BWC: $wentbwc Swinger: $wentswinger BBCSwinger: $wentbbcswinger Debug: $debug <<link "Go Back" `previous()`>> <</link>>

Nothing noteworthy happens... [[Home|Home5]] <<if visited() eq 1>> <<set $day += 1>> <</if>>

As the scene unfolds on $name's screen, the bull steps into the frame, sporting a congenial smile that sets the tone of the interaction. The wife reciprocates the gesture, her gaze meeting her husband's, a wordless confirmation passing between them. The bull's hands, seasoned with experience yet gentle in their approach, traverse the wife's figure, evoking soft sighs and quiet laughter. The husband watches from his perch, his eyes absorbing the interaction, his face a mirror reflecting shared anticipation and satisfaction. Watching this dance of bodies, $name notices the distinct sense of connection between all parties involved. The husband's attentive gaze remains fixed on the bull and his wife, their enjoyment of the situation evident in his warm expression. As the bull and the wife surrender to their mutual rhythm, the husband appears an essential part of their experience, included through shared glances and loving gestures. His wife’s words aren't laced with any form of humiliation but are a profound testament to their bond, sparking an emotional epiphany within $name. As the narrative develops, the wife's affirmations of love for her husband amplify, reaching $name's ears and stirring something within him. It's as if their situation and reactions are offering him a perspective he hadn't previously contemplated. In the aftermath of the bull's departure from the scene, $name watches as the husband steps forward, his anticipation and excitement palpable even through the screen. The wife, still flushed from her previous experience, welcomes him with a tender smile and a soft, loving touch. In the wake of the bull, the husband takes his place. He explores his wife's body, familiar yet charged with the energy of their shared experience. As $name watches, he can almost feel the warmth that radiates between them, a reaffirmation of their bond strengthened by the encounter. The couple's connection during their intimate moment doesn't feel diminished but rather heightened by their shared experience. The husband takes his wife, their movements slow and deliberate, a stark contrast to the bull's previous rhythm, yet no less intoxicating. Each sound, each gasp, and each moan seems to echo within $name, their shared enjoyment a mirror to his own complex swirl of emotions. Their actions don't indicate humiliation or degradation, but rather an intricate dance of love and shared pleasure. The climax of the husband and wife is a testament to their bond, their shared pleasure a private celebration of their relationship. As the screen fades to black, $name is left with a deep impression of the shared respect, mutual pleasure, and undiminished love between the couple, a revelation he hadn't expected from this encounter." <<set $wentlove = true>> <<set $wentnormal = false>>

<span style='color: orange;'>$name</span> smiled, pointing at the floral summer dress hanging in $gf's closet. "<span style='color: orange;'>How about this one?</span>" he suggested, his eyes drawn to the way the fabric would hug her curves and leave her long legs bare. It was a beautiful, flowing piece that would fit in perfectly at a summer barbecue. $gf looked at the dress, then at $name, her smile hinting at her approval. [[Go over to Luke]] <<set $visitedK1 = true>>

"<span style='color: orange;'>Why not the sundress?</span>" I suggest, my voice coming out more strangled than I'd like. She gives me an odd look, raising one perfectly shaped eyebrow. "<span style='color: pink;'>Really? It's a bit... revealing, don't you think?</span>" A thrill of anticipation zips down my spine at her words. "<span style='color: orange;'>It looks great on you, Liv.</span>" With a shrug, she slips into the sundress, her movements easy and graceful. I watch as she smooths it down over her hips, the fabric clinging to her curves. My heart pounds in my chest, and for a moment, I wonder if I've made the right choice. But as I think of her at the barbeque, all eyes on her, I feel a sudden rush of excitement. Maybe this evening will be more interesting than I thought. [[Go over to Luke]] <<set $visitedK2 = true>>

<<if $visitedK2>> We made it to Luke's backyard. A riot of color, laughter, and music greeted us, creating an inviting ambiance. My heart skipped a beat as I noticed the appreciative looks $gf was receiving from the men. I could see their eyes wandering over her form, her summer dress accentuating her figure perfectly. It was a strange mixture of jealousy and arousal that surged within me. As we continued to weave through the crowd, my eyes constantly flickered back to $gf. Her laughter, her radiant smile, the way she swayed to the music - it was all intoxicating. And the men around us clearly thought so too. My pulse quickened, a strange sense of excitement stirring within me as I saw their hungry gazes on her. Finally, we found Luke, his strong, muscular frame towering above most in the crowd. He welcomed us with a warm smile, his eyes momentarily lingering on $gf. Something within me tightened, but I quickly brushed it off as he turned his attention back to me. Luke and I were talking about random stuff, his work, his latest trip to the Bahamas, the intricacies of his workout regimen, but I could tell his interest was half-hearted. His eyes, those piercing blue eyes, were constantly flicking towards $gf. The sight of my wife, radiantly beautiful in her summer dress that accentuated her curves, was too tempting to ignore, even for a conversation's sake. Luke asked her about her job, her hobbies, her taste in music. $gf, usually reserved, was animated in his company, laughing at his jokes, playfully nudging him while recounting some anecdote. The close physical contact was making my heart pound harder. The light that seemed to glow in $gf's eyes was intoxicating, like the first flush of love, except this time it was directed at another man. I swallowed, my throat suddenly dry, my mind clouded with a maelstrom of emotions I had never experienced before. It was a mixture of jealousy, humiliation, but predominantly, an overwhelming rush of arousal. I glanced down, realizing that my erection was straining against the fabric of my pants. My initial shock was replaced by a perverse pleasure. It was all too much, too intense, and yet, it was incredibly exciting. Luke glanced at me, offering a friendly smile."<span style='color: #1BE8A1;'>$gf's really something, isn't she, $name?</span>" he said, his voice laced with admiration. I nodded, mumbling a vague agreement. I looked at $gf, who was now busy chatting with some of Luke's friends. <</if>> <<if $visitedK1>> We made it to Luke's backyard. A riot of color, laughter, and music greeted us, creating an inviting ambiance. My heart skipped a beat as I noticed the appreciative looks $gf was receiving from the men. I could see their eyes wandering over her form.Luckily her floral summer dress hid most of her curves. As we continued to weave through the crowd, my eyes constantly flickered back to $gf. Her laughter, her radiant smile, the way she swayed to the music - it was all intoxicating. And the men around us clearly thought so too. My pulse quickened, a strange sense of excitement stirring within me as I saw their hungry gazes on her. Finally, we found Luke, his strong, muscular frame towering above most in the crowd. He welcomed us with a warm smile, his eyes momentarily lingering on $gf. Something within me tightened, but I quickly brushed it off as he turned his attention back to me. Luke and I were engaged in a casual conversation, talking about work, fitness, recent vacations. But I noticed how his attention was often drawn towards $gf. She was looking beautiful as always, her less revealing dress elegantly highlighting her fit form. The curious glances of other men were less intense this time, but they were there nonetheless, and I couldn't help feeling a rush of excitement. Luke was friendly and affable, asking $gf about her interests and hobbies, their conversation was light and pleasant. $gf, often on the quieter side, seemed comfortable in his company, sharing her anecdotes and experiences. However, the intimate physical contact was less, their interaction more polite than playful. My heartbeat felt steady, yet each time Luke's gaze lingered a second too long on $gf, a thrill went through me. My feelings were a complex tangle of mild jealousy, humiliation, and a growing sense of arousal. I was acutely aware of my semi-erection, a surprising response to the situation. Yet, I couldn't help but feel a perverse sense of excitement. Luke's friendly smile towards me didn't help. '$name, $gf's quite the catch, isn't she?' His admiration was clear, and I couldn't disagree. I watched $gf moving away to chat with Luke's friends, her laughter carrying over the noise of the party. <</if>> [[Look around]] <<set $visitedK3a1 = true>>

<div style="border: 2px solid white; background: white; display: inline-block; line-height: 0;"> <img src="images\random\Barbecue.jpg" alt="Logo" width="800px" height="400px" style="display: block; margin: 0; padding: 0;"/> </div> <hr> [[Bar]] [[Pool]] [[Look for your Girlfriend]] [[Talk with People]] [[Go Home]] <<set $visitedK3a = true>>

<div style="border: 2px solid white; background: white; display: inline-block; line-height: 0;"> <img src="images\random\Bar.jpg" alt="Logo" width="640px" height="480px" style="display: block; margin: 0; padding: 0;"/> </div> <hr> <<link "Drink a cocktail">> <<set $drunk += 1>> <<replace "#image-display">><img src="images/random/Beer.jpg" style="height: 430px; width: 340px;"><</replace>> <<replace "#drunk-display">> <<if $drunk == 1>> You had your first drink. <<elseif $drunk == 2>> You're feeling buzzed now. <<else>> You are at your limit <</if>> <</replace>> <</link>> <div id="drunk-display"></div> <div id="image-display"></div> [[Go to your Girlfriend]] [[Look around]]

<<if $visitedK3 and $visitedK3a and $visitedK3a1 >> <img src="images\back\pool.png" alt="Logo" width="300px" height="300px" class="float-right "> Having finished our drinks, I led $gf towards the pool area, where a number of guests were lounging, the fading evening sun casting long, leisurely shadows. Women in an assortment of bikinis and one-piece swimsuits reclined on sun loungers, some were dipping their feet in the water, others were sunbathing, their bodies glistening with suntan oil under the golden sun. <img src="images\back\sunbathing1.jpg" alt="Logo" width="350px" height="300px" > There was a relaxed, almost seductive atmosphere that seemed to permeate the entire area. Laughter and idle chatter filled the air, punctuated occasionally by the soft splash of water as someone dove into the pool. As we walked around, I felt my attention constantly drifting towards the women, their bodies displayed so invitingly. An odd, yet potent mix of envy and desire stirred within me, creating an intense rush of excitement that was hard to ignore. It wasn't just the scantily clad women that attracted my attention. It was the men too, their gaze on my $gf, eyeing her like a precious gem amidst stones. Each appreciative glance, each admiring look, served to stoke the strange fire that was growing inside me. I felt $gf's hand in mine, her touch grounding me, bringing me back to the moment. She was looking up at me, her eyes sparkling with anticipation. As we were making our way towards the bar, I suddenly saw a familiar figure approaching us. It was Luke, a wide grin spreading across his handsome face. Before I could react, he playfully pushed $gf, and she let out a surprised yelp as she toppled into the pool. Laughter erupted around us, and I watched as $gf surfaced, spluttering and laughing, her wet hair slicked back against her head. I could feel my heartbeat quicken as I realized that her floral summer dress, now soaked, clung to her body like a second skin. The fabric had become almost translucent, her curvaceous body on full display for everyone to see. The way the fabric clung to her, outlining her shapely form, left very little to the imagination. <img src="images\back\inpool.jpg" alt="Logo" width="300px" height="400px"> A collective murmur rose amongst the crowd as they took in the sight of my stunning wife. She was the center of attention, her every curve accentuated by the wet fabric. Her eyes met mine across the pool, and a blush rose to her cheeks, yet a spark of mischief danced in her eyes. As I watched my wife, the object of everyone's attention, the intense thrill of desire and jealousy, tinged with humiliation, coursed through me, making my heart race and my palms sweat. [[Help her out of the Pool]] <<else>> <img src="images\back\pool.png" alt="Logo" width="300px" height="300px" class="float-right "> Alone by the pool, I allowed my eyes to wander, drinking in the sight of women basking in the warmth of the late afternoon sun. Their bodies were varied yet all undeniably enticing. Some had curves that rippled and shifted with every movement, their sun-kissed skin glistening with beads of water. Others were athletic, their toned muscles defined and pronounced, making it hard for me to look away. <img src="images\back\sunbathing1.jpg" alt="Logo" width="350px" height="300px" > One woman in particular caught my attention. Her sun-drenched blonde hair splayed out over a towel, creating a halo around her face. The soft curves of her waist flared out to her ample hips and her buttocks was barely covered by the thin fabric of her bikini. My eyes traveled further down to her toned legs, long and inviting. I felt a pang of desire pulse through me, causing my breath to hitch. Another woman lay on her stomach, her bikini top undone to avoid tan lines. The smooth, bronze skin of her back was unmarred, her shoulder blades shifting subtly with each breath she took. Lower, her rounded buttocks was pushed up by the way she lay, presenting an enticing view that had my heart pounding. My gaze was involuntary, and a sense of guilt pricked at me. But at the same time, the sight was too enticing, too alluring. And as my eyes continued to wander, so too did my imagination. [[Look around]] <</if>> <<set $currentpov to "You">>

<<if $visitedK4 and $visitedK3 >> I found $gf in the Garden, playing Beer Pong with Luke and some of his friends. Luke was her partner, both of them surrounded by a small, lively crowd. The tables were littered with red plastic cups, and the pong ball was rapidly moving between them. $gf, although enthusiastic, seemed to lack the knack for the game. Her throws were often off, either hitting the rim of the cup and bouncing off, or just completely missing the table. Her laughter filled the air each time she missed a shot, her cheeks growing rosier with each passing moment. Luke, on the other hand, was clearly skilled at the game. Each of his throws seemed to perfectly sink into a cup, eliciting cheers from the crowd. There was a confidence in his movements that was hard to ignore. With every successful shot, $gf would cheer, and with every miss, she'd drink. The alcohol was clearly getting to her, her movements becoming more exaggerated and her laughter even louder. Her eyes sparkled with drunken merriment, and she swayed slightly where she stood, but she was determined to continue the game. Luke, ever the gentleman, steadied her every now and then, his hand lingering a little too long on her lower back. As the game continued, I could see $gf getting more and more inebriated. Her dress clung to her body, her damp hair sticking to her neck from the exertion and heat of the party. Her flushed face and bright smile were undeniably attractive, and she was clearly the life of the party. The atmosphere suddenly shifted as the opposing team managed to land their ball in one of the side cups that were no longer in play. A wave of laughter erupted from the crowd as they started chanting, 'Show your tits! Show your tits!' $gf looked around in confusion, her cheeks flushing even more. Luke leaned in to explain the rule to her - that landing a shot in a 'dead' cup meant the opposing team had to bare their chest. It was obviously a crude jest, meant to get a rise out of $gf. But to my surprise and a slight jolt of excitement, she considered the proposition, her eyes glinting with mischief. After a moment, she nodded and reached for the straps of her dress. With a boldness I had not expected, $gf dropped the top of her dress, revealing her bare breasts to the gathered crowd. There was an immediate uproar, a mixture of cheers, laughter, and applause. $gf stood there, glowing in the unexpected attention, a wicked smile playing on her lips. I was shocked, aroused, and in disbelief all at once. My heart pounded in my chest, and I felt an intense rush of desire. My manhood throbbed against my pants, nearly bursting from the strain. It was all I could do to stand there, watching as my wife continued to revel in the attention, completely unabashed. You continue to watch the game. But nothing exciting happens. [[Return|Look around]] <</if>> <<if $visitedK3 and not $visitedK4 >> I spotted $gf outside, engaged in a deep conversation with a group of Luke's friends. At first, it appeared to be just friendly banter, the kind that usually happened at such social gatherings. However, as I watched closely, I noticed their hands subtly grazing her body, particularly her curvaceous ass, every now and then. Her face was flushed, a bright shade of red that was usually reserved for when she was aroused. Each touch, no matter how innocent it might have appeared to an outsider, seemed to stir something within her. I could see her biting her lower lip occasionally, a tell-tale sign of her rising desire. Despite the uncomfortable swell in my pants, I couldn't tear my gaze away from the scene. Each touch they laid on her, each flirtatious smile they shared, fueled my arousal. It was like I was in the throes of some perverse fantasy, a fantasy where my wife was the center of other men's desires. And strangely enough, I wasn't repulsed. I was captivated. [[Return|Look around]] <</if>> <<if not $visitedK3 and not $visitedK4 >> You see your Girlfriend talking with some People... [[Return|Look around]] <</if>>

<<if not $visitedK3>> Deciding to explore, I wandered off into the garden, leaving the bustling crowd behind. Various groups of people were scattered around, some huddled over the barbecue, others laughing over shared jokes or memories. I meandered around, engaging in casual banter with those I came across. There were animated discussions about recent sports events, conversations about favorite holiday destinations, and even a heated debate about the best barbecue sauces. I contributed where I could, offering my thoughts on the merits of a good smoky barbecue sauce over a sweet one. In these casual encounters, nothing particularly stood out. No shocking revelations or scandalous gossips were shared. But it was a pleasant way to pass the time, engaging with others and enjoying the camaraderie of a summer barbecue. [[You hear some strange noices]] [[Return|Look around]] <<else>> Deciding to explore, I wandered off into the garden, leaving the bustling crowd behind. Various groups of people were scattered around, some huddled over the barbecue, others laughing over shared jokes or memories. I meandered around, engaging in casual banter with those I came across. [[Return|Look around]] <</if>>

You talk a little bit with $gf. <<if visited() eq 1>> [[Encourage her to drink]] <</if>> [[Return|Bar]]

$gf and I found ourselves at the bar, an array of colorful bottles on display. I suggested she try one of the fruity cocktails, her favorite. $gf glanced at me, her eyebrows raised in playful suspicion, '<span style="color: pink;">Are you trying to get me drunk, $name?' </span> I couldn’t help but laugh at her teasing,<span style="color: orange;">Maybe a little. They say it helps with... being more sociable.' </span> She responded with a chuckle, playfully hitting my arm. She then agreed, ordering a fruity concoction. As the evening progressed, we continued to drink and mingle. With each passing hour, $gf grew more lively, her laughter ringing out more frequently. She was certainly enjoying herself, and I couldn't help but notice the lingering looks she attracted, particularly from Luke. And each time I saw his gaze on her, I felt a jolt of that same unfamiliar, yet enticing, thrill. The drinks flowed freely, and the night was young. I was eager to see what else the party had in store for us. [[Bar]] <<set $visitedK3 = true>>

Luke led $gf through the house, their footsteps echoing down the long corridor. They reached his room, a well-furnished space with a large bed and a walk-in closet. $gf was swaying slightly, her inebriation making her actions less calculated, less restrained. With a soft giggle, she moved towards Luke's room and started undressing. <span style="color: pink;">I'll change here, Luke, turn around,</span> she instructed, her voice a little slurred from the alcohol. Luke did as she asked, turning his back to her. But he couldn't help stealing a glance in the large mirror opposite him. And there she was, reflected in its surface. $gf was removing her wet clothes, her inhibitions lowered due to her intoxication. She stood there, fully exposed, her wet clothes in a puddle around her feet. <img src="images\back\nude.jpg" alt="Logo" width="300px" height="400px" > Luke couldn't help but admire her. $gf's body was stunning. The soft curves, the gentle dip of her waist leading to her full hips, the proud swell of her breasts, all were on display. He felt a jolt of desire, a feeling he quickly suppressed. He wasn't sure what was happening, but the unexpected vision of $gf's naked form was definitely playing tricks with his mind. [[Luke offers her clothes]] <<set $currentpov to "Girlfriend">>

Luke looked around the room, trying to find something for $gf to wear. His eyes caught sight of an outfit hidden at the back of the closet, left by an ex-girlfriend who had a penchant for edgy fashion. He reached out, pulling the outfit into the light. It was a risqué ensemble, consisting of a short black miniskirt, an almost transparent white top, and a pair of long black heels. Luke examined the clothes for a moment, then shook his head with a bemused smile. "<span style="color: #1BE8A1;">$gf, you're not going to believe this,</span> " he said, holding up the outfit. "<span style="color: #1BE8A1;">I've found the perfect outfit for you.</span>" A muffled giggle came from the other side of the room. "<span style="color: pink;">Show me!</span>" Luke turned, holding up the outfit. $gf's eyes widened, and she burst out laughing. "<span style="color: pink;">Luke, that's...wow.</span>" ""<span style="color: #1BE8A1;">Want to try it on?</span>" Luke asked, still holding up the outfit. "<span style="color: pink;">Why not?</span>" $gf said, taking the outfit from him. "<span style="color: pink;">It's not like anyone else is going to see it.</span>" She disappeared into the bathroom, leaving Luke alone with his thoughts. After a few moments, $gf re-emerged from the bathroom, transformed. The black miniskirt clung to her curves while the nearly translucent white top added an element of allure. The long black heels accentuated the length of her legs, making her appear even more striking. She wore a playful grin on her face as she moved into the light, striking a pose with her hands on her hips. $gf twirled, letting the skirt flare out, then struck another pose, this time with one hand in her hair and one leg playfully kicked out to the side. Her eyes twinkled with mischief and a hint of something more. Luke couldn't help but smile as he watched her. The sight was entertaining, yes, but also slightly mesmerizing. $gf's uninhibited nature shone through her actions, painting a vibrant picture of her personality. The smile on his face broadened as he clapped, applauding her impromptu fashion show. "<span style="color: #1BE8A1;">You look...amazing, $gf,</span>" he said, a genuine note of admiration in his voice. As $gf approached Luke, she had a cheeky smile on her face. She reached out and delicately traced a finger down his arm, then rested her hand on his shoulder, her touch light but deliberate. "<span style="color: pink;">Anything for the man of the house,</span>" she said, her voice low and teasing. The twinkle in her eye intensified, and her playful grin remained. It was clear she was still enjoying the situation, the alcohol having brought down her usual barriers. Luke's name being called out brought them back to reality. They both turned to the door, realizing that they couldn't keep the guests waiting any longer. Luke gave $gf an apologetic look, a small shrug lifting his shoulders. <span style="color: #1BE8A1 ;">"The choice is yours, $gf. The miniskirt and the see-through top,"</span> Luke pointed at the outfit that he'd picked out for her, <span style="color: #1BE8A1 ;">"or,"</span> he walked over to his closet, rummaging through it for a moment before pulling out a grey hoodie and a pair of black sweatpants, <span style="color: #1BE8A1 ;">"these. They're comfortable and will definitely keep you warm."</span> He laid the options out on his bed, taking a step back to let $gf decide. She was clearly at a crossroads, her brow furrowed as she considered her options. <div style="position: relative; height: 100%; width: 100%;"> <a data-passage="Miniskirt and white top" style="position: absolute; top: 50px; left: 50px;"> <img src="images\random\miniskirt.png" alt="Logo" width="170px" height="170px" style="display: block; margin: 0; padding: 0;" /> </a> </div> <div style="position: relative; height: 100%; width: 100%;"> <a data-passage="Hoody" style="position: absolute; top: -60px; left: 300px;"> <img src="images/random/hoody.jpg" alt="Logo" width="150px" height="170px" style="display: block; margin: 0; padding: 0;" /> </a> </div>

$gf chose the more daring outfit. With an impish smile, she picked up the miniskirt and the see-through top. She got dressed, with Luke turning away to respect her privacy, then stepped into the black heels that complemented the outfit. When they exited the room and walked back into the garden, the party was in full swing. The sounds of laughter and music filled the air, but when $gf made her entrance, a momentary hush fell over the crowd. Many eyes turned to take her in. Some were appreciative, others surprised, but all were undeniably captivated by her. $gf, in turn, reveled in the attention. There was something intoxicating about being the center of attention, a thrill that rushed through her, heightening her senses. "Ready?" Luke asked her, offering his arm in a gentlemanly fashion. $gf looped hers through his, the thrill of anticipation making her heart race. They moved further into the crowd, ready to join the party. [[Look around]] <<set $visitedK4 = true>> <<set $visitedK3a1 = false>>

$gf looked down at the bold outfit Luke had picked out for her, then back up at him with a small smile. "You know what? Maybe not tonight," she said, stepping towards the more conservative option. She quickly changed into Luke's hoodie and a pair of his sweatpants, which were a bit large on her but comfortable and warm. The outfit was casual and nondescript, a stark contrast to the revealing outfit she had initially contemplated wearing. Once she was dressed, Luke turned back around, his eyebrows raising slightly at her choice. He nodded approvingly, though, a grin spreading across his face. "Ready?" He asked, offering his arm. She looped her arm through his, a feeling of safety and contentment washing over her. They emerged from the room, ready to face the party once again. This time, when they walked back into the garden, the partygoers barely glanced at them. $gf, now blending into the crowd, felt a sense of relief. Despite not being the center of attention, $gf still felt a thrill. . They continued on, ready to enjoy the rest of the evening. [[Look around]] <<set $visitedK5 = true>> <<set $visitedK3a1 = false>>

Acting quickly, I moved to help $gf out of the pool. She was laughing, but there was a distinct blush on her face as she became aware of the spectacle she'd become. Luke, looking slightly embarrassed but trying to maintain his jovial demeanor, offered to lend her some clothes. <img src="images\back\wetclothes.jpg" alt="Logo" width="300px" height="400px" > The idea of letting $gf go alone with Luke to his room made my stomach churn with anxiety. Yet, I could feel an undeniable thrill coursing through me, intensifying the bulge in my pants. <hr> [[Go with her]] [[Let her go with Luke]]

"<span style="color: orange;">Mind if I tag along?</span> " you ask. ""<span style="color: orange;">It's getting a bit much out here for me. Could use a change of scenery.</span>" $gf looked between the two men, then shrugged, water dripping from her clothes onto the pool deck. ""<span style="color: pink;">Sure, why not?</span>" she said, offering $name a smile. The three of them headed off towards Luke's room, leaving the raucous party behind for the moment. [[Gf Pov1]]

With a soft whisper to $gf, I reassured her it was okay, and she gave me a questioning look before following Luke towards his house. As I watched them disappear into the house, my heart pounded wildly in my chest. This was a new kind of excitement, a mix of fear and anticipation. It was confusing yet enticing, and I was unable to ignore the rock-hard erection straining against my shorts. <span style="color: red;">What was happening to me?</span> [[Gf Pov]]

Luke couldn't help but admire her. $gf's body was stunning. The soft curves, the gentle dip of her waist leading to her full hips, the proud swell of her breasts, all were on display. He felt a jolt of desire, a feeling he quickly suppressed. He wasn't sure what was happening, but the unexpected vision of $gf's naked form was definitely playing tricks with his mind. Inside Luke's room, the atmosphere was markedly different from the lively party outside. It was calm, quieter. $gf took a seat on the edge of Luke's bed while the two men moved around the room. $name seemed to be making himself comfortable on a nearby chair, while Luke headed to his closet to find something for $gf to wear. After rummaging through his closet, Luke pulled out a soft-looking hoodie and a pair of joggers. "Here," he said, handing them to $gf. "These should fit." As $gf was about to accept the clothes, she noticed something else in the closet: a provocative outfit consisting of a short black miniskirt, an almost see-through white top, and a pair of long black heels. She pointed it out with a teasing smile. "And what's this, Luke?" she asked, raising an eyebrow. "Are you sure you didn't pick out this one for me?" Luke looked startled, glancing over at the mentioned outfit. $name, who had been quietly observing, let out a low chuckle, making the atmosphere in the room a little less tense. Luke blushed, his cheeks turning a shade of red. He quickly closed the closet door, hoping $gf hadn't noticed the revealing outfit. "Uh, no, that's not for you," he stammered, trying to regain his composure. "I mean, I didn't even know that was in there. It must be from the previous tenant or something." $gf giggled playfully, enjoying Luke's flustered state. "Oh, really?" she teased. "Well, it's a good thing you found something more suitable for me then." She took the offered hoodie and joggers, grateful for the comfortable clothes. $name interjected with a mischievous grin. "Come on, Luke, don't be shy. We all have our little secrets hidden away. Just be glad $gf didn't decide to try on that outfit," he said, his tone laced a strange tone. Luke rolled his eyes, but a small smile tugged at the corners of his lips. "Yeah, that would have been quite the sight," he admitted, trying to play along. "But I think these clothes will be much more... appropriate." $gf laughed, slipping into the hoodie and joggers. "Thank you, Luke," she said. Luke shrugged "It's no problem. Just glad I could find something for you to wear." $gf smiles and mischievously says "But I think $name should have the last say, so what do you want me to wear?" <<if $drunk >= 2>> <div style="position: relative; height: 100%; width: 100%;"> <a data-passage="Miniskirt and white top1" style="position: absolute; top: 50px; left: 50px;"> <img src="images\random\miniskirt.png" alt="Logo" width="170px" height="170px" style="display: block; margin: 0; padding: 0;" /> </a> </div> <<else>> //You are not drunk enough to suggest the Miniskirt outfit... <</if>> <div style="position: relative; height: 100%; width: 100%;"> <a data-passage="Hoody1" style="position: absolute; top: -60px; left: 300px;"> <img src="images/random/hoody.jpg" alt="Logo" width="150px" height="170px" style="display: block; margin: 0; padding: 0;" /> </a> </div>

"Why don't you try the miniskirt, $gf?" $name blurted out, the words out of his mouth before he could stop them. $gf paused, looking from $name to the miniskirt, and then to Luke. A playful smile crossed her lips, "Why not?" She shrugged and reached for the miniskirt and the white top. She turned around, giving them a moment of privacy as she changed. The moment $gf spun back around, $name could hardly believe his eyes. She wore the miniskirt and white top as if they were made for her. The miniskirt hugged her hips, accentuating her curves and her long legs, which looked even more toned and shapely. The white top, though simple, draped over her form in a way that hinted at the shape underneath without revealing too much, adding a touch of intrigue. $name felt a jolt of desire as he took in $gf's new look. His heart hammered in his chest and his breath hitched. He was drunk, yes, but this was something more potent than alcohol. This was pure, raw attraction. But as his eyes lingered on $gf, he became acutely aware that he wasn't the only one watching. Luke was there, too, and he was looking at $gf with a similar intensity. The realization sent a strange mix of emotions coursing through $name. A part of him was jealous, knowing that another man was looking at his girlfriend like that. But there was also a thrill, an odd excitement in seeing $gf turn heads and command attention. He felt his body respond to the sight of $gf, a warm rush of desire pooling in his lower abdomen. He shifted uncomfortably, trying to quell his rising arousal. But every time he looked at $gf, dressed in that daring outfit, his mind filled with fantasies he knew he shouldn't be having. $name swallowed hard, his throat suddenly dry. This was going to be a long night. [[Look around]] <<set $visitedK3a1 = false>>

You try to calm your horny mind. "Wear the Hoody Honey" you force out of your lips. "Okay" $gf replies, you think you can hear dissapointment tinged in her voice. After dressing you go back to the Pool. [[Look around]] <<set $visitedK3a1 = false>>

<<if visited() eq 1>> As I roamed around, a strange noise caught my attention, a soft gasp and an almost silent murmur. Curiosity getting the better of me, I discreetly followed the sounds. Nestled behind some thick bushes, a woman was knelt before a man, clearly pleasuring him with her mouth. Her technique was something to behold. She inserted the head of his cock into her mouth, and with just the right amount of suction, she bobbed her head slightly, letting the sucking do the work for her. From the man's response, it was clear it was an incredibly pleasurable experience. Suddenly, she moved her mouth faster, taking him deep, as far down as she could go. I could see her throat bulging slightly as she swallowed, keeping the gag reflex at bay. She did this for a while, sucking on the base of his shaft while rubbing her tongue up and down over his shaft. Then, she moved back to the head, popping off it with a distinct sound, before trailing her tongue down his shaft to his balls. She took them into her mouth, sucking softly as they rolled around. Then, she began to venture lower, her tongue exploring his perineum before eventually reaching his asshole. This seemed to drive the man wild, his body squirming with pleasure as pre-cum leaked out of him. The woman went back to sucking on the head of his cock, continuing this intimate dance until he finally climaxed in her mouth. She swallowed eagerly, a satisfied smirk on her face. I could see him twitching with the aftershocks of his intense orgasm, evidence of the skill and dedication she'd put into pleasing him. <img src="images\back\blowout.jpg" alt="Logo" width="400px" height="300px"> I quickly turned around, my heart pounding in my chest and my arousal growing. The sight was incredibly erotic, and I couldn't help but imagine $gf in the woman's place. What a powerful image that was... [[Return|Look around]] <<else>> //No one is there... [[Return|Look around]] <</if>>

As the party began to wind down and people started to disperse, $gf and I decided it was time to call it a night. We navigated through the dwindling crowd, making our way towards the exit. Luke, our gracious host, was by the entrance, bidding his guests farewell. As we approached him, he extended his hand towards me. "<span style='color: #EEE70C;'>Thanks for coming, mate,</span>" he said, his voice brimming with genuine appreciation. Before we could leave, Luke turned his attention towards $gf, wrapping her in a warm hug. The sight of $gf's body pressing against Luke's sent a rush of desire through me. My pulse quickened, and I felt an unmistakable thrill of arousal. Finally, $gf and Luke pulled away from each other. "<span style='color: pink;'>Thanks for having us, Luke,</span>" $gf said, her voice slightly breathless. With a final wave, we left the party, the evening's events replaying vividly in my mind as we walked home. [[Continue|Continue5]]

<<if $wentprem >> As soon as we crossed the threshold of our home, an overwhelming desire took hold of me. I found myself reaching for $gf, pulling her body close to mine. Her breath hitched as I pressed my lips to hers, initiating a fervent and passionate kiss that reflected the pent-up desire I had for her all evening. <img src="images\back\garden2.png" alt="Logo" width="300px" height="300px" class="float-right "> My hands began to roam over her body, tracing the contours of her figure still hidden under her clothing. When my fingers slipped under her dress, I felt the dampness seeping through her panties. Hearing $gf's soft moans echoing in the otherwise quiet room sent a shiver of anticipation through me. As I gently caressed her, her knees started to buckle, her body quivering under my touch. Supporting her, I guided her towards our bedroom, her breathy whimpers acting as a siren call for me. Once we reached the bed, she turned around and started to remove her clothes, each piece sliding off her body in a tantalisingly slow pace. I watched as she revealed more and more of her flushed skin to me, each move accentuating her curves, the sight leaving me even more captivated. $gf laid back onto the bed, her eyes half-closed and glazed with a haze of desire, her cheeks flushed with a deep blush. Her lips parted and in a husky whisper, she commanded, <span style="color: pink;">"Lick me".</span> <img src="images\back\licking.jpg" alt="Logo" width="300px" height="400px"> Her words acted as a trigger, igniting a flame of desire inside me. I lowered my head to her center, my breath fanning over her heated skin. I started to lick her, my tongue darting out to taste her. The taste was intoxicating, a mixture of her arousal and the residual taste of our previous activities. Her moans filled the room, growing louder as I continued my exploration. Her hands threaded into my hair, gripping it as she urged me on. The more I tasted, the more I wanted. Her pleasure was my fuel, encouraging me to increase my efforts. $gf, in turn, was lost in a sea of ecstasy, her body responding enthusiastically to my ministrations. As my tongue lapped at her clit, Icould feel her muscles tightening. I new that she was close to coming, so I increased my pace, flicking my tongue faster and harder against her sensitive nub. $gf let out a loud scream as the waves of pleasure crashed over her, her body convulsing with each contraction. And then she screamed,<span style="color: pink;">"Luke, Yes Yes YES!"</span> My heart stopped. My stomach dropped. I lifted my head in shock, staring at her flushed face in confusion. But she didn't notice, her eyes squeezed shut, her mouth falling open in a silent scream as her orgasm tore through her. I sat back on my heels, my heart pounding. My mind was racing, but my body had other ideas. The sight of $gf, writhing in pleasure, her voice moaning another man's name - it was too much. I felt a surge of arousal rush through me, my cock twitching in my pants. Before I could even think, $gf's spasming legs accidentally brushed against my throbbing erection through my pants, and it was as if a dam had broken. I came hard, my orgasm rushing through me so fiercely it took my breath away. I sat there, stunned, the taste of $gf on my tongue, my cum soaking through my pants, and her breathless whisper of <span style="color: pink;">"Luke"</span> echoing in my ears. [[Continue|Continue7]] <<else>> As soon as we crossed the threshold of our home, an overwhelming desire took hold of me. I found myself reaching for $gf, pulling her body close to mine. Her breath hitched as I pressed my lips to hers, initiating a fervent and passionate kiss that reflected the pent-up desire I had for her all evening. <img src="images\back\garden2.png" alt="Logo" width="300px" height="300px" class="float-right "> My hands began to roam over her body, tracing the contours of her figure still hidden under her clothing. When my fingers slipped under her dress, I felt the dampness seeping through her panties. Hearing $gf's soft moans echoing in the otherwise quiet room sent a shiver of anticipation through me. As I gently caressed her, her knees started to buckle, her body quivering under my touch. Supporting her, I guided her towards our bedroom, her breathy whimpers acting as a siren call for me. Once we reached the bed, she turned around and started to remove her clothes, each piece sliding off her body in a tantalisingly slow pace. I watched as she revealed more and more of her flushed skin to me, each move accentuating her curves, the sight leaving me even more captivated. $gf laid back onto the bed, her eyes half-closed and glazed with a haze of desire, her cheeks flushed with a deep blush. Her lips parted and in a husky whisper, she commanded, <span style="color: pink;">"Lick me."</span> <img src="images\back\licking.jpg" alt="Logo" width="300px" height="400px"> Her words acted as a trigger, igniting a flame of desire inside me. I lowered my head to her center, my breath fanning over her heated skin. I started to lick her, my tongue darting out to taste her. The taste was intoxicating, a mixture of her arousal and the residual taste of our previous activities. Her moans filled the room, growing louder as I continued my exploration. Her hands threaded into my hair, gripping it as she urged me on. The more I tasted, the more I wanted. Her pleasure was my fuel, encouraging me to increase my efforts. $gf, in turn, was lost in a sea of ecstasy, her body responding enthusiastically to my ministrations. As my tongue lapped at her clit, I could feel her muscles tightening. I new that she was close to coming, so I increased my pace, flicking my tongue faster and harder against her sensitive nub. $gf let out a loud scream as the waves of pleasure crashed over her, her body convulsing with each contraction. And then she screamed, <span style="color: pink;">"Luke, Yes Yes YES!"</span> My heart stopped. My stomach dropped. I lifted my head in shock, staring at her flushed face in confusion. But she didn't notice, her eyes squeezed shut, her mouth falling open in a silent scream as her orgasm tore through her. I sat back on my heels, my heart pounding. My mind was racing, but my body had other ideas. The sight of $gf, writhing in pleasure, her voice moaning another man's name - it was too much. I felt a surge of arousal rush through me, my cock twitching in my pants. [[Continue|Continue7]] <</if>>

<<if $wentprem >> In the aftershocks of my climax, I found myself breathless, my heart racing in a way it never had before. $gf was still quivering from her own release, her body shuddering with aftershocks. Her face was flushed, her eyes half-lidded and glazed over with pleasure. She was the most beautiful sight I had ever seen, even with the lingering confusion and shock that tinged my arousal. Suddenly, her hands found my head, guiding me back towards her sex. Her swollen lips glistened with her arousal, the sight alone enough to kickstart a second wave of desire within me. <span style="color: pink;">"Again,"</span> she breathed, a command rather than a request. Her voice was husky, laced with an intoxicating blend of satisfaction and desire. Her command was simple, and though the confusion of her calling out another man's name still buzzed in the back of my mind, my body reacted instinctively. <img src="images\back\wet.jpg" alt="Logo" width="300px" height="400px"> Obligingly, I dove back in, my tongue tracing the contours of her folds. $gf arched her back, a soft moan escaping her lips as I resumed my ministrations. This time, her hands fisted in my hair, holding me in place as she started to grind against my mouth. Her arousal was intoxicating, and I lapped it up eagerly. Her moans filled the room, music to my ears. There was something about the way she moaned, the way her body moved under my touch, that was just... enthralling. $gf's body bucked and convulsed again, her cries of pleasure filling the room. This time, though, there were no names involved - just raw, unadulterated pleasure. Once she came down from her high, she gave me a satisfied smile, her flushed face glowing in the dimly lit room. Before I could properly react, she was pushing me onto my back, her fingers already working to undo my belt. I felt a jolt of panic. I had already come in my pants, and $gf was about to find out. The fabric of my jeans was still wet, a clear sign of what had happened. <span style="color: orange;">"Wait, $gf,"</span> I began, but she seemed too eager to hear me. She had already unbuttoned my jeans and was pulling them down, revealing the mess I had made. She paused, her eyes darting to mine, confusion etched on her features. She took a closer look at the wet patch on my underwear and her confusion turned into realization. Her eyes flickered back to mine, an unreadable expression on her face. I braced myself for embarrassment, for the awkwardness that was sure to follow. [[Continue|Continue8]] <<else>> Suddenly, her hands found my head, guiding me back towards her sex. Her swollen lips glistened with her arousal, the sight alone enough to kickstart a second wave of desire within me. <span style="color: pink;">"Again,"</span> she breathed, a command rather than a request. Her voice was husky, laced with an intoxicating blend of satisfaction and desire. Her command was simple, and though the confusion of her calling out another man's name still buzzed in the back of my mind, my body reacted instinctively. <img src="images\back\wet.jpg" alt="Logo" width="300px" height="400px"> Obligingly, I dove back in, my tongue tracing the contours of her folds. $gf arched her back, a soft moan escaping her lips as I resumed my ministrations. This time, her hands fisted in my hair, holding me in place as she started to grind against my mouth. Her arousal was intoxicating, and I lapped it up eagerly. Her moans filled the room, music to my ears. There was something about the way she moaned, the way her body moved under my touch, that was just... enthralling. $gf's body bucked and convulsed again, her cries of pleasure filling the room. This time, though, there were no names involved - just raw, unadulterated pleasure. Once she came down from her high, she gave me a satisfied smile, her flushed face glowing in the dimly lit room. <span style="color: pink;">"Let's fuck",</span> she whispered. [[Continue|Continue9]] <</if>>

<<if $wentprem and not $wenthumilation>> Instead, to my surprise, $gf let out a chuckle, her laughter ringing through the room. She climbed onto my lap, straddling me, her hands resting on my chest. Her eyes locked onto mine, her earlier laughter now replaced with a sultry smirk. <span style="color: pink;">"Oh, $name,"</span> she cooed,<span style="color: pink;">"Couldn't wait, could you?"</span> Her tone was teasing, her eyes sparkling with mischief. She then started to grind against my still damp underwear, her movements eliciting a groan from me. My body, it seemed, was ready to go again despite the recent release. <span style="color: pink;">"Guess I'll have to make you hard again, won't I?"</span> $gf said, her hands starting to roam my body, her lips meeting mine in a heated kiss. The embarrassment that I had felt earlier was quickly replaced by a burning desire, a need to claim her as mine. And so, I let $gf take control, ready for whatever was to come next. [[Continue|Continue9]] <</if>> <<if $wentprem and $wenthumilation>> $gf's eyes met mine, surprise quickly giving way to a smirk. <span style="color: pink;">"Oh $name,"</span> she sighed, shaking her head, <span style="color: pink;">"Always so eager."</span> Her fingers traced the outline of the stain on my underwear, her smirk growing wider. <span style="color: pink;">"Tell me, $name, would Luke have come so fast? I don't think so."</span> Her words stung, but the obvious teasing in her voice made it worse. I bit my lip, trying not to let her see how her words had affected me. <span style="color: pink;">"I mean, look at you,"</span> she continued, chuckling, "You couldn't even wait until we started." I felt my face flush, the embarrassment gnawing at me. But as I looked at $gf, I also saw something else in her eyes, something that wasn't just teasing. There was a hint of... excitement? Curiosity? <span style="color: pink;">"Then again,"</span> $gf said, her voice dropping to a whisper as she leaned in, her mouth just a breath away from my ear, "Maybe it's just that this little premature dick isn't enough to satisfy me." Her words hit me like a slap. I looked at her, my eyes wide. Was she serious? Was she... enjoying this? $gf pulled back, her smirk replaced by a sultry smile. <span style="color: pink;">"Guess we'll have to find out, won't we?"</span> She said, before she started to kiss and lick my neck, while grinding her dripping wet pussy on my flaccid penis. [[Continue|Continue9]] <</if>>

I find myself inside $gf, slowly starting to thrust into her. The pleasure is overwhelming as my dick easily slides into her wetness, making her gasp in delight. As I move within her, $gf begins to talk. Her voice is breathy, a hint of a giggle colouring her words as she starts to recount the events of the barbecue. <span style="color: pink;">"I loved it," </span> she starts, her voice low, her eyes half-closed as pleasure ripples through her. <span style="color: pink;">When all those men looked at me... when they saw me in that dress... it was... so hot." </span> I feel a jolt of arousal at her words, my thrusts becoming more fervent as the image of all those men eyeing my wife fills my mind. It was perverse, wrong, but it was also incredibly erotic. <span style="color: pink;">"And Luke,"</span> she continues, her voice dropping to a whisper, <span style="color: pink;">"He was so charming... so attentive."</span> My heart beats faster at the mention of Luke's name. There was a pause, and then $gf laughed softly. "<span style="color: pink;">"You should have seen the way he looked at me, $name,"</span> she said, <span style="color: pink;">"Like he wanted to eat me alive."</span> That mental image was enough to send me over the edge. My thrusts become erratic as I felt my orgasm build, the vision of Luke wanting $gf just as much as I did, was the tipping point. I groaned, my climax taking over as I buried myself deep within her. <span style="color: pink;">"Oh god, $name," </span> $gf moaned, her body trembling underneath mine, <span style="color: pink;">"I love how the thought of me with another man makes you so hard." </span> In the heat of the moment, I can't deny the truth in her words. The twisted pleasure, the jealousy, the anger, and the excitement of it all, was a heady mix I'd never experienced before. As the euphoria of my orgasm fades, I'm left panting, $gf's words echoing in my mind. <img src="images\back\creampie.jpeg" alt="Logo" width="300px" height="400px"> [[Talk with her|Talk with her1]]

I lay next to $gf, our sweaty bodies entangled in the afterglow of our passionate encounter. The silence in the room is filled only by the sound of our ragged breaths. <span style="color: pink;">"$name?"</span> $gf's voice breaks the quiet, sounding unsure. <span style="color: pink;">"What do you think about it?"</span> I know exactly what she's referring to. The explicit fantasy we'd just played out, her with another man, with Luke. There's a pause, a hesitation as I gather my thoughts. I feel a rush of emotions—shame, arousal, confusion. But if there's one thing I know for certain, it's that I need to be honest with her. With us. <span style="color: orange;">"It..."</span> I start, my voice shaky, <span style="color: orange;">"I found it... arousing."</span> The words hang in the air for a moment, a weighty admission that makes my heart race. <span style="color: orange;">"Imagining you with someone else..."</span> I continue, <span style="color: orange;">"It's different, unexpected... but extremely exciting."</span> There's a silence as she takes in my words. Then, I feel her body relax next to mine, a soft sigh escaping her lips. <span style="color: pink;">"Thank you for being honest, $name,"</span> she murmurs, her voice soft and appreciative. <span style="color: pink;">"I will think about it..."</span> murmurs $gf as she falls asleep. As $gf's words sink in, a surge of anticipation races through my veins. Her promise to think about it seems to open a world of possibilities, and my heart pounds with the thrill of it all. Her steady breathing tells me that she has drifted off to sleep, her body relaxed against mine. But sleep is far from my grasp. My mind is ablaze with thoughts and images of what might be, of $gf with another man. I feel a familiar heat pooling in my lower belly, my body responding viscerally to the explicit fantasies flashing through my mind. I look down and sure enough, I'm hard again. The sheer thought of it is overwhelmingly arousing. Images flood my mind - $gf, lost in the throes of passion with someone else; the sounds she would make, the look on her face. Each thought sends a jolt of pleasure straight to my core. With one last glance at the peacefully sleeping $gf, I decide to take a cold shower, hoping to calm the relentless throbbing in my lower region. [[The Next Day]]

Groggily you wake up and see that $gf is not lying in the bed. Confused you look for her and see her sitting at the Computer. YOu wonder why, but your bladder needs more attention right now. After relieving myself, I stroll back into our bedroom, rubbing the sleep from my eyes. As I draw closer, the light tapping of keys captures my attention, and I notice $gf hunched over the computer. A pang of curiosity strikes me. It's not unusual for her to be up and about early, but to be engrossed in something on the PC at this time is a bit out of the ordinary. I stride over, attempting to keep my approach quiet, not wanting to disturb her. As I near, I catch a glimpse of the screen - and I freeze. My heart pounds in my chest as I take in what she's watching. It's...porn. I can't help but be taken aback. $gf was never the type to explore such explicit content openly, but here she is, completely absorbed in it. The realization sends a jolt of excitement through me. She seems engrossed in a video featuring a petite blonde woman, her body ravished by a well-endowed man. The woman's cries of pleasure fill the room, her face flushed with pleasure, just like $gf was last night. The sight of it stirs something in me, my morning grogginess instantly replaced by a different kind of arousal. <span style="color: pink;">"Do you like what you see?"</span> $gf's voice startles me, breaking my reverie. I glance at her, finding her watching me with a curious expression, a teasing smirk playing on her lips. Her candidness surprises me, but I'm also intrigued by this unexpected side of her. Still slightly startled, I decide to go along with it. <span style="color: orange;">Definitely a nice morning surprise,"</span> I respond. Feeling her soft hand trail down my chest, across my stomach, and towards my lower half, I shiver in anticipation. Her touch is gentle, yet bold - just like her. As her fingers curl around my morning semi-hardness, I can't help but let out a soft groan. <span style="color: pink;">"Has this little guy recovered from last night's adventure?"</span> $gf's voice is playful, her words laced with a seductive tease. I gulp, caught off guard by her forwardness, yet feeling an inexplicable thrill. <span style="color: orange;">"I think...he's more than ready for round two,"</span> I manage to reply, trying to keep my voice steady as her hand starts to move, sending waves of pleasure through me. A satisfied grin adorns her face at my response. The lingering uncertainty from last night seems to have vanished, replaced with a newfound confidence that makes her even more attractive. As she continues her gentle ministrations, I lay back, savoring the sensation of her hand on me, a growing sense of anticipation for what's to come taking over my thoughts. The memory of last night's escapades adds to my arousal. [[Continue|Continue10]] <<if visited() eq 1>> <<set $day += 1>> <</if>>

<<if $wentbbc >> At first, $gf's focus was solely on me, her slender hand wrapped around my length, her deft fingers working in a rhythm that was both gentle and precise. The pleasure was intense, a slow burn that seemed to radiate from my core to the rest of my body. Her eyes were locked onto mine, her lips curving into a satisfied smile at the expressions she was coaxed out of me. But as the minutes ticked by, her attention started to waver. Her gaze began shifting between the screen and me, the strokes of her hand becoming distracted, albeit still pleasurable. Following her gaze, my eyes land on the laptop screen. Displayed prominently is a big, black dick, towering majestically over the petite female co-star. Its length and girth easily surpasses mine, making me feel a sharp pang of jealousy mixed with an inexplicable sense of arousal. As I watched the big black cock on the screen, an unfamiliar feeling surged through me. Jealousy? Maybe. But there was an undeniable tinge of arousal too. The sight of her, lost in the throes of a fantasy, was making me hard in ways I hadn't expected. The heavy breaths escaping her parted lips tell me she is as captivated by the scene as I am aroused by it. <span style="color: orange;">"$gf..."</span> I muttered, my voice strained with the pressure building inside me. $gf seemed to snap back to reality for a moment, her gaze meeting mine as her hand stilled momentarily. She looked at me, a hint of a guilty smile playing on her lips. However, her eyes quickly darted back to the screen, her hand resuming its pace, now with a hint of renewed enthusiasm. <span style="color: orange;">"Do you...like what you see?"</span> I muster up the courage to ask, my voice barely a whisper. $gf finally tears her gaze away from the screen, meeting my eyes with a coy smile. Her answer is a nonchalant shrug, but her sparkling eyes give away her true feelings. <span style="color: pink;">"I was just...curious,"</span> she finally says, her gaze shifting back to the screen, her hand resuming its rhythm with newfound vigor. I can't help but watch the scene unfold, feeling an inexplicable combination of intimidation, excitement, and arousal as I witness $gf's interest in this well-endowed man. <</if>> <<if $wentbwc >> At first, $gf's focus was solely on me, her slender hand wrapped around my length, her deft fingers working in a rhythm that was both gentle and precise. The pleasure was intense, a slow burn that seemed to radiate from my core to the rest of my body. Her eyes were locked onto mine, her lips curving into a satisfied smile at the expressions she was coaxed out of me. But as the minutes ticked by, her attention started to waver. Her gaze began shifting between the screen and me, the strokes of her hand becoming distracted, albeit still pleasurable. Following her gaze, my eyes land on the laptop screen. Displayed prominently is a big, white dick, towering majestically over the petite female co-star. Its length and girth easily surpasses mine, making me feel a sharp pang of jealousy mixed with an inexplicable sense of arousal. As I watched the big white cock on the screen, an unfamiliar feeling surged through me. Jealousy? Maybe. But there was an undeniable tinge of arousal too. The sight of her, lost in the throes of a fantasy, was making me hard in ways I hadn't expected. The heavy breaths escaping her parted lips tell me she is as captivated by the scene as I am aroused by it. <span style="color: orange;">"$gf..."</span> I muttered, my voice strained with the pressure building inside me. $gf seemed to snap back to reality for a moment, her gaze meeting mine as her hand stilled momentarily. She looked at me, a hint of a guilty smile playing on her lips. However, her eyes quickly darted back to the screen, her hand resuming its pace, now with a hint of renewed enthusiasm. <span style="color: orange;">"Do you...like what you see?"</span> I muster up the courage to ask, my voice barely a whisper. $gf finally tears her gaze away from the screen, meeting my eyes with a coy smile. Her answer is a nonchalant shrug, but her sparkling eyes give away her true feelings. <span style="color: pink;">"I was just...curious,"</span> she finally says, her gaze shifting back to the screen, her hand resuming its rhythm with newfound vigor. I can't help but watch the scene unfold, feeling an inexplicable combination of intimidation, excitement, and arousal as I witness $gf's interest in this well-endowed man. <</if>> [[Continue watching|Continue watching1]]

My attention was torn between the explicit video playing on the screen and the erotic sight of $gf engrossed in it. Her hand, which initially had a firm and skilled grip around me, was now carelessly gliding along my length. The focused look in her eyes, the way she bit her lower lip from time to time, and her quickened breaths were clear indications of her fascination with the video. Despite the diminishing quality of her hand job, my arousal didn't wane. Rather, it increased significantly. $gf's engrossment in the video, her increasing disinterest in my pleasure, and her complete surrender to the erotic content she was consuming stirred something within me. With each passing moment, I was becoming more aware of my neglected state and the peculiar excitement it was inducing. My mind was clouded with a flurry of conflicting emotions - confusion, intrigue, a tinge of jealousy, but predominantly, arousal. The more she ignored me, the more aroused I felt. It was a strange and exhilarating experience. The mere sight of my wife - oblivious to my needs, completely immersed in her own carnal pleasure, was unexpectedly and intensely erotic. The realization dawned on me that I was not merely turned on by the explicit video, but more so by my wife's reaction to it. I watched her, my heartbeat echoing in my ears, as her focus remained on the screen. My own pleasure was growing, fueled not by her touch, which was progressively becoming more and more disinterested, but by the entire situation. The ignorance, the neglect, the thrill - it was a perfect mix of bittersweet ecstasy. [[Try to Cum]]

Just as I was nearing the edge, $gf's voice snapped me out of my erotic reverie. "$name," she murmured without taking her eyes off the screen, <span style="color: pink;">"Get on your knees and... take care of me."</span> Caught off guard, I simply blinked in response, the sudden command sending a jolt of surprise mixed with anticipation coursing through me. Her gaze was still locked onto the explicit video on the screen, her hand absentmindedly stroking me, seemingly more out of habit than anything else. Shakily, I moved off the chair, my knees hitting the soft carpet with a muted thud. I positioned myself between her spread legs, my breath hitching at the intimate view before me. I could tell from her damp panties that she was just as turned on as I was, if not more. With trembling hands, I slid her panties aside, revealing her glistening folds. Her intoxicating scent filled my senses, amplifying my arousal. I leaned in, allowing my tongue to tease her entrance before gliding it upwards to her clit. I was greeted with a soft gasp from above, the sweetest sound to my ears. My strokes were slow at first, exploratory, but soon I picked up the pace, encouraged by her soft moans. I could feel her body trembling, her legs wrapping around my head as she subconsciously sought more pressure. Her hand, which had been holding my hair, was now gripping it tightly, her moans growing louder with each stroke of my tongue. My own arousal was forgotten, my entire focus was on $gf. Her pleasure, her satisfaction was all that mattered. I felt a peculiar sense of satisfaction at this realization. The taste of her, the sounds she was making, her squirming body - it was all a testament to her pleasure and I was the one inducing it. With a final flick of my tongue, I sent her over the edge. Her grip on my hair tightened further as her body convulsed with pleasure. Her cries of ecstasy filled the room, a symphony of carnal delight that was music to my ears. Slowly, her body relaxed, her grip on my hair loosening. I lifted my head to look at her, her chest heaving, a satisfied smile playing on her lips. She looked down at me, her eyes gleaming with a mixture of pleasure and... something else. A sense of triumph? A hint of dominance? Whatever it was, it was intoxicating! [[Again!]]

Despite $gf's first orgasm, she didn't let me stop. Instead, she pushed my head back down, her fingers threading through my hair, holding me in place. The command was silent but clear. I was to continue. I was here for her pleasure, to serve her needs. And so, I obeyed. My tongue resumed its diligent task, lapping at her swollen clit, drawing circles around it, dipping into her entrance every now and then. I could feel her second orgasm building, her body getting more responsive, her breath hitching in time with my strokes. And then she was coming again, her fingers clenching in my hair, her cries echoing around the room. Still, she didn't let me stop. If anything, she became even more demanding, her commands growing more explicit, her grip on my hair tighter. I could tell that she was immersed in the sensations, the pleasure I was providing her. I was reduced to a mere tool for her pleasure, a role I found surprisingly arousing. By the time her third orgasm washed over her, my jaw was aching, my own arousal forgotten. I was spent, both physically and emotionally, but I couldn't deny the intense satisfaction I felt. I had pleasured $gf, brought her to three orgasms, and she had used me to get there. I was her plaything, and I relished the role. Exhausted but sated, $gf finally released my hair, pushing herself off the desk. She stood there for a moment, her chest heaving, her body glistening with a thin sheen of sweat. Then, without a word, she turned and walked towards the bathroom, leaving me kneeling on the floor, aching, spent, but inexplicably fulfilled. Her shower sounds echoed throughout the room, a reminder of what just transpired. [[Some Days Later]]

$gf and I were enjoying a quiet dinner at home a few days later. Our conversations were still peppered with the usual small talk - work, the weather, our plans for the weekend - but there was a new undertone to them, a sizzling, unspoken tension that hinted at our changing dynamics. Just as I was about to start on my dessert, the doorbell rang. Confused, I glanced at $gf, who simply smirked in response. I felt a flutter of anticipation in my stomach as I stood up and headed towards the door. The mailman was waiting on the other side with a package. <span style="color: green;">"Evening, sir,"</span> he greeted, handing me the package. <span style="color: green;">"Please sign here."</span> <span style="color: orange;">"Sure," </span> I said, signing the delivery form and taking the package. I thanked the mailman and closed the door, my curiosity piqued. I took the package back to the dining room, my eyes on $gf. She was watching me with a smug grin, clearly enjoying my confusion. <img src="images\back\box.png" alt="Logo" width="300px" height="300px" class="float-right "> <span style="color: pink;">"Well, aren't you going to open it?" </span> she asked, her eyes twinkling with mischief. With a shrug, I started to tear into the package, unsure of what to expect. [[What's inside?]] <<if visited() eq 1>> <<set $day += 1>> <</if>>

I pull out a rather large dildo from the package. It's a bit longer and noticeably thicker than my own size, and my heart skips a beat at the sight. $gf's laughter fills the room, making me blush a deep red. <img src="images\back\dildo.png" alt="Logo" width="300px" height="300px" class="float-right "> <span style="color: pink;">"Let me introduce you to my new friend,"</span> she says, her words dripping with teasing amusement. <span style="color: pink;">"I thought he could give you a hand in... satisfying me."</span> Her words hang in the air like a challenge, both thrilling and terrifying me. I don't know what to say, my mind racing to understand the new dynamic evolving between us. It's a stark reminder of the conversation we had after the barbecue at Luke's, and I feel my body responding to the provocative sight of my wife brandishing her new toy. A pang of jealousy surges through me as I watch $gf place a sensual kiss on the tip of the dildo, something she's never done to me. I find myself feeling envious of an inanimate object, a bizarre feeling that only adds to my heightened arousal. My heart races as a mixture of emotions floods through me; surprise, confusion, and an unexpected surge of desire. It feels strange, this twinge of jealousy for a silicone object. But seeing $gf with it, treating it so provocatively, triggers something in me. It's the anticipation, the unknown. Will she enjoy it more than me? Would she prefer it? All these thoughts swirl in my mind, fueling my own desire and leaving me unsure of what's to come. $gf smirks, <span style="color: pink;">"Wanna test it ?" </span> <span style="color: orange;">"Y..Yes please" </span> you stammer. My heart pounds in my chest as $gf grins at me, her gaze filled with mischief.<span style="color: pink;">"Really? Well, aren't you eager," </span> she teases, her tone light and playful. Her comment only further fuels my arousal. Seeing her so confident and in control, holding the dildo in her hand, is a sight to behold. I can feel the tension building in the room, our usual dynamic subtly shifting. $gf's commanding presence is electrifying, and I can't help but feel excited, and slightly nervous, about what's to come. Unable to resist the temptation, I find myself nodding, silently giving her the go-ahead. I want to satisfy her in any way I can, even if it means stepping out of my comfort zone. [[Look at you Girlfriend]]

Led by $gf's firm grip on my hand, we make our way towards the bedroom, anticipation bubbling within me. The soft glow of the room feels alluring, amplified by the air of mystery around what's about to happen next. She directs me towards the edge of the bed, her voice assertive yet velvety as she says, <span style="color: pink;">"Kneel here, darling, and enjoy the show."</span> Obediently, I sink down onto my knees, my hands resting against the cool, crisp sheets of our bed. I can't help but feel a thrill at this unusual setup, my heart pounding against my ribs as I wait for what's next. $gf stands before me, her fingers lightly tracing over the contours of the dildo that has been the subject of our fascination all evening. But she doesn't begin right away. Instead, she takes her time, her gaze locking onto mine, igniting a sense of impatient desire within me. <img src="images\back\dildo.jpg" alt="Logo" width="280px" height="400px"> I try to calm my breathing, remind myself that this is all part of the tantalising show she promised. But as I watch her, standing there with an impish smirk playing on her lips, I can't help but feel utterly captivated. $gf picks up the dildo, her slender fingers wrapping around it with a playful ease. She starts to measure it with her hand, her fingers slowly tracing over the length of it. The teasing gesture only serves to stoke the flames of my arousal further, my eyes locked onto her every move. After a few moments, she flashes me a wicked smile, the glint in her eyes mischievous and enticing. <span style="color: pink;">"It's going to be quite the challenge, don't you think?"</span> she teases, referring to the thickness of the toy. The remark sends a jolt through my body, my mind swirling with tantalising possibilities. To further add to the torment, she leans down, pressing her lips against the head of the dildo, leaving a trail of wetness behind as she pulls back. The sight is enough to make my heart hammer in my chest, the tantalisingly slow buildup driving me wild. [[Jerk off]]

I reach down, intending to free my throbbing length from the confines of my pants, but $gf's voice halts me in my tracks. <span style="color: pink;">"Oh no, sweetie,"</span> she says, a note of mock reprimand in her voice. <span style="color: pink;">"This is my show. Your turn comes later."</span> She doesn't even spare me a glance as she says this, her attention firmly fixed on the toy in her hand. I can only swallow down my disappointment, my hands dropping away from my aching hardness. $gf, fully concentrated on the new toy, lowers her head and runs her tongue from the base of the dildo to its head, leaving a glistening trail of saliva in its wake. Her eyes are half-lidded, a look of utter fascination on her face as she explores the size and shape of it with her tongue. It's an incredibly erotic sight, and I can feel my own arousal heightening in response. My cock throbs painfully in my pants, a wet spot of pre-cum staining the fabric. I shift uncomfortably, the combination of $gf's teasing and the restrictive fabric of my pants making it almost unbearable. [[Continue|Continue11]]

<<if $wentprem>> Once $gf feels the dildo is wet enough, she repositions herself on the bed, spreading her legs wide. She places the glistening toy at her entrance, the head of it nudging against her swollen, dripping folds. My breath hitches in anticipation. The sight of my wife, so debauched and unashamedly horny, is something I've never experienced before. With a soft grunt of effort, $gf begins to push the dildo inside her. Her brows furrow in concentration, a faint sheen of sweat appearing on her forehead. I watch in rapt fascination as her pussy stretches to accommodate the size of the toy, my own cock throbbing painfully in my pants. I can see the strain on her face as she attempts to fit more of it inside her, her breathing growing heavy and ragged. After managing to take about half of it, $gf pauses, letting out a shaky breath. Her eyes are closed, her chest heaving as she takes a moment to adjust. Then, with renewed determination, she starts to move the dildo in and out, setting a slow but steady pace. I can see her body reacting to the intrusion, her muscles clenching and unclenching as the dildo fills her up completely. The sight of $gf fucking herself so wantonly with the dildo triggers something within me, and I can feel my arousal nearing its peak. My breath hitches in my throat, my hands clenching into fists as I fight the urge to touch myself. My pants are stained with pre-cum, the fabric sticking uncomfortably to my skin. It doesn't take long for $gf to reach her climax. With a loud moan, her body stiffens and she comes, her pussy clenching tightly around the dildo. Her face is flushed, her eyes squeezed shut as wave after wave of pleasure washes over her. It's a sight to behold, and it pushes me over the edge, my orgasm ripping through me with an intensity that leaves me breathless. [[She notices]] <<else>> Once $gf feels the dildo is wet enough, she repositions herself on the bed, spreading her legs wide. She places the glistening toy at her entrance, the head of it nudging against her swollen, dripping folds. My breath hitches in anticipation. The sight of my wife, so debauched and unashamedly horny, is something I've never experienced before. With a soft grunt of effort, $gf begins to push the dildo inside her. Her brows furrow in concentration, a faint sheen of sweat appearing on her forehead. I watch in rapt fascination as her pussy stretches to accommodate the size of the toy, my own cock throbbing painfully in my pants. I can see the strain on her face as she attempts to fit more of it inside her, her breathing growing heavy and ragged. After managing to take about half of it, $gf pauses, letting out a shaky breath. Her eyes are closed, her chest heaving as she takes a moment to adjust. Then, with renewed determination, she starts to move the dildo in and out, setting a slow but steady pace. I can see her body reacting to the intrusion, her muscles clenching and unclenching as the dildo fills her up completely. The sight of $gf fucking herself so wantonly with the dildo triggers something within me, and I can feel my arousal nearing its peak. My breath hitches in my throat, my hands clenching into fists as I fight the urge to touch myself. My pants are stained with pre-cum, the fabric sticking uncomfortably to my skin. It doesn't take long for $gf to reach her climax. With a loud moan, her body stiffens and she comes, her pussy clenching tightly around the dildo. Her face is flushed, her eyes squeezed shut as wave after wave of pleasure washes over her. [[She calls you]] <</if>>

I'm frozen in place as $gf starts to crawl towards me, a predatory glint in her eyes that I've never seen before. There's a thrill in her gaze, a heady kind of exhilaration that makes my breath hitch in my throat. She's clearly enjoying this - my reaction, my embarrassment, my desire. She reaches me and her hand slips into my pants, her fingers lightly brushing against the wet spot where I had come undone. She pulls her hand out, her fingers covered in my release. My heart hammers in my chest as she brings her fingers to her lips and licks them clean, her gaze never leaving mine. <span style="color: pink;">"If you can't satisfy me,"</span> she begins, her voice low and sultry, <span style="color: pink;">"then someone else has to."</span> She goes back to her toy, using my cum as lube, coating the silicone with my release. My eyes are wide, my mouth dry as I watch her reposition the dildo at her entrance. It's a sight that I never thought I would see, but now that I'm seeing it, I can't tear my eyes away. She slides the toy inside her once again, her face twisting in pleasure as she does. The sight of her fucking herself with the toy lubed with my cum is incredibly erotic. The sounds she makes, the way her body responds - it's all too much, and my cock twitches in my pants, despite the fact that I just came. As she rides the toy, her moans fill the room. The sight of her climaxing again is almost too much to bear. It's incredibly arousing, incredibly intense. After she's done, she falls back onto the bed, a satisfied smile on her lips. <span style="color: pink;">"That was fun,"</span> she breathes, her chest heaving with exertion. As I watch her in the afterglow, I realize that I'm not just embarrassed or shocked anymore. I'm also incredibly turned on. [[Next day|Next day4]]

<<if $wenthumiliation >> At $gf's command, I hastily undress, my clothes discarded carelessly on the floor. My cock throbs with anticipation, the head of it slick with pre-cum. $gf looks at me with lust-filled eyes, her body still shaking from her orgasm. Her pussy is swollen and glistening, the lips of it stretched wide from the girth of the dildo. Seeing her like this sends a jolt of desire coursing through me, my cock twitching in response. With a shaky hand, I position myself at her entrance, the tip of my cock nudging against her. $gf gasps at the contact, her hips instinctively pushing up towards me. With a quick thrust, I bury myself inside her, the warmth of her surrounding me in an intoxicating embrace. However, the feeling of her so open and wet around me is too much to handle. With a choked groan, I feel my orgasm approaching, my body tensing up. A few desperate thrusts later, I spill inside her, my cum filling her in hot spurts. I ride out my orgasm, my body shaking from the force of it. out from her, making way for the massive toy. She's so slick and open that the dildo slides in with ease, even after my sudden and premature finish. The sight of her using it on herself is mesmerizing and intensely erotic. The room fills with the lewd sounds of the dildo pushing in and out of her, the slick noises only adding to the erotic atmosphere. $gf's breaths come out in short pants, her eyes half-lidded with pleasure as she expertly manipulates the dildo inside her. Her hips start to move rhythmically, meeting each thrust of the toy with one of her own. Her breasts bounce with the force of her movements, her nipples hardened with arousal. The sight of $gf pleasuring herself, her body writhing in pleasure on the bed we share, is something I hadn't known I needed. Despite my recent release, I feel my arousal returning full force, my cock twitching with renewed interest. The sight of $gf pleasuring herself with the dildo, her body writhing in pleasure, the room filled with the sound of her moans and the slick noises of the dildo, sends my mind spiraling into a frenzy of desire. Even though I'd just come, I feel my arousal returning with full force, the sight of her lost in her pleasure awakening a primal need within me. [[Next Day |Next day4]] <<else>> As I slide into $gf, the wet, stretched openness of her makes my breath catch in my throat. She's never felt quite like this before, her body altered and stretched to accommodate something larger than me. The sensation is completely different - a little less tight, but somehow more intoxicating. She gasps as I fill her, her hand reaching out to find mine. Our fingers intertwine and I start to move, thrusting slowly, deliberately. It feels incredible, to see her below me in a state of such exquisite vulnerability, to know I’m the one who’s brought her to this point. With every thrust, $gf moans and writhes beneath me, her body eager for more. I can see in her eyes how much she enjoyed the show she put on for me - how much she enjoys the fact that I enjoyed it. “Did you like it?” she whispers breathlessly between kisses, her fingers digging into my back. Her voice is sultry, filled with a satisfaction that sends shivers down my spine. “I loved it,” I manage to gasp out, my thrusts becoming more insistent, more urgent. She feels so good around me, her body responding so eagerly to mine. Her eyes light up at my words, and something in her expression shifts. There's a newfound confidence there, a kind of carnal satisfaction that I've never seen before. It's incredibly arousing, and it pushes me closer and closer to the edge. “Good,” she purrs, her hips bucking up to meet mine. “Because I want to do it again. But next time, I want you to join me.” With that, $gf's body clenches around me, her moans growing louder as she spirals into her orgasm. The sight of her coming apart beneath me, combined with her provocative words, is enough to send me over the edge, and I find myself following her into a mind-shattering climax. Afterwards, we lay in each other’s arms, spent and satisfied. The memory of tonight's shared experience lingering between us, a promise of more adventures to come. [[Next Day |Next day4]] <</if>>

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<<if visited() eq 1>> <div style="font-weight: bold; color: black;"> The subtle sound of water running from the shower caught $name's attention as he passed by the bathroom. He paused, wondering if he should give $gf her privacy or let curiosity take the wheel. Deciding on the latter, he gently pushed the door open a bit wider. The bathroom was filled with steam, the mirror fogged up. The faint silhouette of $gf behind the frosted shower glass was tantalizing. Water droplets cascaded down her body, following the curves and contours of her form. Her head was tilted back, allowing the water to wash over her face and through her hair, which cascaded like a dark waterfall down her back. $name found himself transfixed. There was something inherently intimate about watching a loved one in such a vulnerable state. The water highlighted every detail of $gf's body, and the sound of it splashing against her skin was almost hypnotic. He noticed her fingers weaving through her hair, massaging her scalp, then trailing down her neck and shoulders. The water painted pathways on her skin, the droplets merging and diverging, creating rivulets that shimmered in the ambient light. Realizing he was staring, $name began to pull back. But just then, $gf turned slightly, her eyes meeting his through the frosted glass. Instead of looking surprised or embarrassed, she smiled a soft, inviting smile. Her gaze was a mixture of mischief and warmth. <img src="images\solo wife\shower1.jpg" alt="Logo" width="300px" height="500px"/> $name leaned against the door frame, a smirk forming on his face. It was moments like these, where they shared silent conversations and unspoken feelings, that made their relationship truly special. She continued her shower, knowing he was watching and enjoying every moment of it. And he, in turn, cherished the candid beauty of the scene before him. The steam, the water, and the silhouette of the woman he loved combined to create a moment he wouldn’t soon forget. <hr> [[Return|Home]] </div> <<else>> <div style="font-weight: bold; color: black;"> No one is here... <hr> [[Return|Home]] </div> <</if>>

<<if $wentbwc>> <<link "Watch porn...">> <<if $horny lt 4>> <<set $horny += 1>> <<if $horny is 1>><<set _feedbackText = "You're getting slightly aroused." >><</if>> <<if $horny is 2>><<set _feedbackText = "You're feeling even more aroused now." >><</if>> <<if $horny is 3>><<set _feedbackText = "You're almost at your limit." >><</if>> <<if $horny is 4>><<set _feedbackText = "You can't get any more aroused than this!" >><</if>> <<replace "#feedbackLocation">><span style="position: absolute; top: 50px; left: 50px;">_feedbackText</span><</replace>> <<for _i to 0; _i lt $video.length; _i++>> <<set _randomGif to $video.random()>> <<if _randomGif is $currentGif>> <<continue>> <</if>> <<set $currentGif to _randomGif>> <<replace "#imageLocation">>[img[_randomGif]]<</replace>> <<break>> <</for>> <<run UIBar.update()>> <<else>> <<replace "#feedbackLocation">><span style="position: absolute; top: 50px; left: 50px;">You have to masturbate.</span><</replace>> <</if>> <</link>> <div id="imageLocation"></div> <div id="feedbackLocation" style="position: absolute;"></div> <<else>> <<link "Watch porn...">> <<if $horny lt 4>> <<set $horny += 1>> <<if $horny is 1>><<set _feedbackText = "You're getting slightly aroused." >><</if>> <<if $horny is 2>><<set _feedbackText = "You're feeling even more aroused now." >><</if>> <<if $horny is 3>><<set _feedbackText = "You're almost at your limit." >><</if>> <<if $horny is 4>><<set _feedbackText = "You can't get any more aroused than this!" >><</if>> <<replace "#feedbackLocation">><span style="position: absolute; top: 50px; left: 50px;">_feedbackText</span><</replace>> <<for _i to 0; _i lt $video2.length; _i++>> <<set _randomGif to $video2.random()>> <<if _randomGif is $currentGif>> <<continue>> <</if>> <<set $currentGif to _randomGif>> <<replace "#imageLocation">>[img[_randomGif]]<</replace>> <<break>> <</for>> <<run UIBar.update()>> <<else>> <<replace "#feedbackLocation">><span style="position: absolute; top: 50px; left: 50px;">You have to masturbate.</span><</replace>> <</if>> <</link>> <div id="imageLocation"></div> <div id="feedbackLocation" style="position: absolute;"></div> <</if>> <<set $video to ["images/porn/porn1.gif", "images/porn/porn2.gif", "images/porn/porn3.gif", "images/porn/porn4.gif"]>> <<set $video2 to ["images/porn/pornb1.gif", "images/porn/pornb2.gif", "images/porn/pornb3.gif", "images/porn/pornb4.gif"]>> [[Return|Computer]]

<span style="color: pink;">$gf</span> had always enjoyed her daily runs. The burn in her muscles, the rush of adrenaline, and the feeling of accomplishment afterwards were addictive. But today, her run had left her feeling more than just physically exhausted. The warmth from her exercise mixed with the anticipation of seeing <span style="color: orange;">$name</span>, building a heat inside her that had nothing to do with the sun. As she entered the house, the light sweat on her skin glistened under the soft light. Her face was flushed, her chest rising and falling rapidly from the exertion. She knew <span style="color: orange;">$name</span> was waiting for her, and she also knew she didn’t want to waste any time. <img src="images\solo wife\jogging.jpg" alt="Logo" width="300px" height="500px"/> The door clicked shut behind her, and she locked eyes with <span style="color: orange;">$name</span>, who was sitting on the couch. The intensity in his gaze told her he felt the same way she did. They both knew what was about to happen. They started off with slow, passionate kisses, exploring each other’s mouths, lips pressing against lips. <span style="color: orange;">$name</span> trailed his fingers down <span style="color: pink;">$gf</span>'s spine, making her shiver with anticipation. Their hands roamed freely, touching familiar and yet always exciting territories of their bodies. <span style="color: pink;">$gf</span> pushed <span style="color: orange;">$name</span> onto the bed, climbing over him to straddle his lap. They continued to kiss, their hands becoming more insistent. <span style="color: pink;">$gf</span>'s fingers raked through <span style="color: orange;">$name</span>'s hair, pulling him closer. They shed their clothes quickly, their eagerness palpable in the room. <span style="color: orange;">$name</span> gently turned <span style="color: pink;">$gf</span> around, positioning her on all fours. He admired the curve of her back and the roundness of her hips. Leaning down, he pressed gentle kisses along her spine, eliciting a soft moan from <span style="color: pink;">$gf</span>. His hands traced the outline of her hips, holding her firmly. He teased her entrance with the tip of his length, feeling her warmth and wetness. <span style="color: pink;">$gf</span> pushed back impatiently, wanting him to fill her. Slowly, <span style="color: orange;">$name</span> slid inside her, both of them gasping at the sensation. <img src="images\solo wife\doggy.jpg" alt="Logo" width="300px" height="500px"/> He began to thrust, starting slowly but gradually picking up pace. Each movement was in sync, their rhythm perfectly matched. <span style="color: pink;">$gf</span>'s moans grew louder, urging him to go deeper. <span style="color: orange;">$name</span> gripped her hips harder, pulling her back onto him with each thrust. The sensation of <span style="color: orange;">$name</span>'s hands on her hips, the feel of him moving inside her, was driving <span style="color: pink;">$gf</span> wild. She felt a familiar heat building within her. <span style="color: orange;">$name</span> could sense her nearing her climax; her walls tightening around him were a clear indication. With a few more deep thrusts, they both reached the pinnacle of pleasure. <span style="color: pink;">$gf</span> cried out, her body quivering from the intensity of her orgasm. <span style="color: orange;">$name</span> followed suit, spilling into her with a deep groan. They collapsed onto the bed, pulling the sheets over their sweat-slicked bodies. They lay there, catching their breaths, the world outside forgotten. The intimacy of the moment was overwhelming, and they pulled each other close, feeling complete and utterly satisfied. [[Go to Work]]

<<if $wentbwc>> <<link "Watch porn...">> <<if $horny lt 4>> <<set $horny += 1>> <<if $horny is 1>><<set _feedbackText = "You're getting slightly aroused." >><</if>> <<if $horny is 2>><<set _feedbackText = "You're feeling even more aroused now." >><</if>> <<if $horny is 3>><<set _feedbackText = "You're almost at your limit." >><</if>> <<if $horny is 4>><<set _feedbackText = "You can't get any more aroused than this!" >><</if>> <<replace "#feedbackLocation">><span style="position: absolute; top: 50px; left: 50px;">_feedbackText</span><</replace>> <<for _i to 0; _i lt $video.length; _i++>> <<set _randomGif to $video.random()>> <<if _randomGif is $currentGif>> <<continue>> <</if>> <<set $currentGif to _randomGif>> <<replace "#imageLocation">>[img[_randomGif]]<</replace>> <<break>> <</for>> <<run UIBar.update()>> <<else>> <<replace "#feedbackLocation">><span style="position: absolute; top: 50px; left: 50px;">You have to masturbate.</span><</replace>> <</if>> <</link>> <div id="imageLocation"></div> <div id="feedbackLocation" style="position: absolute;"></div> <<else>> <<link "Watch porn...">> <<if $horny lt 4>> <<set $horny += 1>> <<if $horny is 1>><<set _feedbackText = "You're getting slightly aroused." >><</if>> <<if $horny is 2>><<set _feedbackText = "You're feeling even more aroused now." >><</if>> <<if $horny is 3>><<set _feedbackText = "You're almost at your limit." >><</if>> <<if $horny is 4>><<set _feedbackText = "You can't get any more aroused than this!" >><</if>> <<replace "#feedbackLocation">><span style="position: absolute; top: 50px; left: 50px;">_feedbackText</span><</replace>> <<for _i to 0; _i lt $video2.length; _i++>> <<set _randomGif to $video2.random()>> <<if _randomGif is $currentGif>> <<continue>> <</if>> <<set $currentGif to _randomGif>> <<replace "#imageLocation">>[img[_randomGif]]<</replace>> <<break>> <</for>> <<run UIBar.update()>> <<else>> <<replace "#feedbackLocation">><span style="position: absolute; top: 50px; left: 50px;">You have to masturbate.</span><</replace>> <</if>> <</link>> <div id="imageLocation"></div> <div id="feedbackLocation" style="position: absolute;"></div> <</if>> <div style="position: absolute; left: 670px; top: 400px; z-index: 1000;"> [[Return|computer2]] </div> <<set $video to ["images/porn/porn1.gif", "images/porn/porn2.gif", "images/porn/porn3.gif", "images/porn/porn4.gif"]>> <<set $video2 to ["images/porn/pornb1.gif", "images/porn/pornb2.gif", "images/porn/pornb3.gif", "images/porn/pornb4.gif"]>> <div style="position: absolute; top: 200px; left: 670px;background: transparent; line-height: 0; z-index: 10;"> <a href="javascript: void(0);" data-passage="Search for new porn"> <img src="images/back/corruption.gif" alt="Logo" width="80px" height="80px"/> </a> </div> <<set $visitedG5 = true>>

<<if visited() eq 1>> <div style="font-weight: bold; color: black;"> The hum of the shower drowned out the noise from the living room where $name had been reading. It wasn’t long before his thoughts were interrupted by the muffled sound of $gf singing her favorite song. Drawn by the soft melody, he approached the bathroom door. As he peeked in, the bathroom was awash in a soft glow from a few scented candles she had lit. The gentle flicker of their flames played on the walls and ceiling. Behind the hazy shower curtain, he could see the faint outline of $gf, dancing and swaying to her own tune. <img src="images\back\showerdance.gif" alt="Logo" width="300px" height="500px"/> The water droplets seemed to dance with her, sparkling like tiny diamonds as they reflected the candlelight. She was lost in her own world, each movement a testament to her carefree spirit. $name's heart swelled with affection as he watched her uninhibited joy. When she spun around and caught sight of him, instead of stopping, she beckoned him closer with a playful grin. They shared a brief, silent dance, separated only by the curtain, enjoying the simple joy of the moment. <hr> [[Return|Home2]] </div> <<else>> <div style="font-weight: bold; color: black;"> No one is here... <hr> [[Return|Home2]] </div> <</if>> <<set $visitedG6 = true>>

<<if visited() eq 1>> <div style="font-weight: bold; color: black;"> The sultry mist enveloping the bathroom had thickened, making everything beyond a few feet appear as hazy outlines. As $name approached the shower, the sound of $gf's soft moans reached his ears. His heart rate quickened, curiosity and excitement mixing within him. Drawing back the shower curtain, he was met with a sight that took his breath away. $gf had her back arched slightly, the shower head in her hand directed towards her most intimate parts. The water pressure was evidently hitting just the right spots, as evidenced by the expressions flitting across her face: pleasure, abandon, and a hint of mischief. She was lost in her own world, her other hand cupping her breast, fingers teasing the sensitive peak. Her head was tilted back, and $name could just make out a name being murmured on her lips. But the sound of rushing water and her own gasps made it hard for him to discern the exact words. $name's presence in the shower went unnoticed initially. It was only when he reached out, his fingers brushing against $gf's side, that her eyes flew open in surprise. Their gazes locked, and there was an electric moment of shared understanding. The intimacy of the situation, combined with the element of surprise, heightened the tension between them. $gf's flushed face and panting breaths told $name that she was close to the edge. "Were you enjoying a private moment?" he teased, voice husky. She smirked, biting her lower lip. "Maybe I was. Or maybe I was hoping you'd join me." $name moved closer, the warmth of the water and their bodies combining. "Whose name were you moaning?" he whispered into her ear, his hands now roaming her wet, slick body. $gf just smiled, a coy look in her eyes. <hr> [[Return|Home3]] </div> <<else>> <div style="font-weight: bold; color: black;"> No one is here... <hr> [[Return|Home3]] </div> <</if>> <<if $wentbbc and visited() eq 1>> <div style="position: absolute; top: 400px; left: 670px;z-index: 1000;"> <span style="font-size: 20px;color: pink">Der...</span> </div> <</if>> <<if $wentbwc and visited() eq 1>> <div style="position: absolute; top: 400px; left: 670px;z-index: 1000;"> <span style="font-size: 20px;color: pink">Luk...</span> </div> <</if>>

<<if $wentbwc>> <<link "Watch porn...">> <<if $horny lt 4>> <<set $horny += 1>> <<if $horny is 1>><<set _feedbackText = "You're getting slightly aroused." >><</if>> <<if $horny is 2>><<set _feedbackText = "You're feeling even more aroused now." >><</if>> <<if $horny is 3>><<set _feedbackText = "You're almost at your limit." >><</if>> <<if $horny is 4>><<set _feedbackText = "You can't get any more aroused than this!" >><</if>> <<replace "#feedbackLocation">><span style="position: absolute; top: 50px; left: 50px;">_feedbackText</span><</replace>> <<for _i to 0; _i lt $video1.length; _i++>> <<set _randomGif to $video1.random()>> <<if _randomGif is $currentGif>> <<continue>> <</if>> <<set $currentGif to _randomGif>> <<replace "#imageLocation">>[img[_randomGif]]<</replace>> <<break>> <</for>> <<run UIBar.update()>> <<else>> <<replace "#feedbackLocation">><span style="position: absolute; top: 50px; left: 50px;">You have to masturbate.</span><</replace>> <</if>> <</link>> <div id="imageLocation"></div> <div id="feedbackLocation" style="position: absolute;"></div> <<else>> <<link "Watch porn...">> <<if $horny lt 4>> <<set $horny += 1>> <<if $horny is 1>><<set _feedbackText = "You're getting slightly aroused." >><</if>> <<if $horny is 2>><<set _feedbackText = "You're feeling even more aroused now." >><</if>> <<if $horny is 3>><<set _feedbackText = "You're almost at your limit." >><</if>> <<if $horny is 4>><<set _feedbackText = "You can't get any more aroused than this!" >><</if>> <<replace "#feedbackLocation">><span style="position: absolute; top: 50px; left: 50px;">_feedbackText</span><</replace>> <<for _i to 0; _i lt $videob1.length; _i++>> <<set _randomGif to $videob1.random()>> <<if _randomGif is $currentGif>> <<continue>> <</if>> <<set $currentGif to _randomGif>> <<replace "#imageLocation">>[img[_randomGif]]<</replace>> <<break>> <</for>> <<run UIBar.update()>> <<else>> <<replace "#feedbackLocation">><span style="position: absolute; top: 50px; left: 50px;">You have to masturbate.</span><</replace>> <</if>> <</link>> <div id="imageLocation"></div> <div id="feedbackLocation" style="position: absolute;"></div> <</if>> <div style="position: absolute; left: 670px; top: 600px; z-index: 1000;"> [[Return|Computer3]] </div> <<set $video1 to ["images/porn/porn5.gif", "images/porn/porn6.gif", "images/porn/porn7.gif", "images/porn/porn8.gif", "images/porn/porn9.gif"]>> <<set $videob1 to ["images/porn/pornb5.gif", "images/porn/pornb6.gif", "images/porn/pornb7.gif", "images/porn/pornb8.gif", "images/porn/pornb9.gif", "images/porn/pornb10.gif"]>>

<<if visited() eq 1>> <div style="font-weight: bold; color: black;"> The bathroom, with its marble countertops and sunken tub, was always filled with a gentle warmth, courtesy of the underfloor heating. A faint, calming scent of lavender wafted from a diffuser on a nearby shelf, mingling with the steam that rose from the hot water. $name had planned to indulge in a quiet, relaxing bath, but his plans changed the moment he saw $gf, fresh out of her yoga class, stepping out of her workout clothes. The sheen of sweat on her body, combined with the rosy flush on her cheeks, made her appear ethereal. <img src="images\back\yoga.jpg" alt="Logo" width="283px" height="400px" class="float-right "> He cleared his throat to make his presence known, not wanting to startle her. $gf glanced over, her eyes widening for a split second before a knowing smile graced her lips. "Decided to join me?" she teased, her voice velvety. $name approached her, the two sharing a lingering, heated kiss. "I think I forgot what I came in here for," he murmured against her lips. With a playful push, $gf maneuvered $name into the large tub. The hot water lapped against his skin, and he settled into the bath, the water reaching his chest. $gf followed suit, positioning herself between his legs and leaning back against his chest. $name's fingers traced patterns on $gf's stomach, moving upwards to tease her collarbone and then downwards to brush against her thighs. The combination of the hot water and his touch had her skin tingling. $gf turned her face, capturing $name's lips in a passionate kiss. The depth of their connection was evident in every touch, every lingering gaze. Suddenly, $gf grabbed a handful of bubbly bath foam and smeared it on $name's face, breaking the intense atmosphere with a bout of laughter. He retaliated, leading to a playful bubble fight. Amidst the bubbles, laughter, and playful splashes, the couple shared stolen moments, blurring the line between playful banter and passionate intimacy. Sometimes, the bathroom was more than just a place of routine; it was a haven for memories made and shared. <hr> [[Return|Home4]] </div> <<else>> <div style="font-weight: bold; color: black;"> No one is here... <hr> [[Return|Home4]] </div> <</if>>

<<set $gta to ["images/random/gta1.gif", "images/random/gta2.gif", "images/random/gta3.gif"]>> [img[$gta.random()]] [[Return|Computer4]]

<<if $wentbwc>> <<link "Watch porn...">> <<if $horny lt 4>> <<set $horny += 1>> <<if $horny is 1>><<set _feedbackText = "You're getting slightly aroused." >><</if>> <<if $horny is 2>><<set _feedbackText = "You're feeling even more aroused now." >><</if>> <<if $horny is 3>><<set _feedbackText = "You're almost at your limit." >><</if>> <<if $horny is 4>><<set _feedbackText = "You can't get any more aroused than this!" >><</if>> <<replace "#feedbackLocation">><span style="position: absolute; top: 50px; left: 50px;">_feedbackText</span><</replace>> <<for _i to 0; _i lt $video4.length; _i++>> <<set _randomGif to $video4.random()>> <<if _randomGif is $currentGif>> <<continue>> <</if>> <<set $currentGif to _randomGif>> <<replace "#imageLocation">>[img[_randomGif]]<</replace>> <<break>> <</for>> <<run UIBar.update()>> <<else>> <<replace "#feedbackLocation">><span style="position: absolute; top: 50px; left: 50px;">You have to masturbate.</span><</replace>> <</if>> <</link>> <div id="imageLocation"></div> <div id="feedbackLocation" style="position: absolute;"></div> <<else>> <<link "Watch porn...">> <<if $horny lt 4>> <<set $horny += 1>> <<if $horny is 1>><<set _feedbackText = "You're getting slightly aroused." >><</if>> <<if $horny is 2>><<set _feedbackText = "You're feeling even more aroused now." >><</if>> <<if $horny is 3>><<set _feedbackText = "You're almost at your limit." >><</if>> <<if $horny is 4>><<set _feedbackText = "You can't get any more aroused than this!" >><</if>> <<replace "#feedbackLocation">><span style="position: absolute; top: 50px; left: 50px;">_feedbackText</span><</replace>> <<for _i to 0; _i lt $videob2.length; _i++>> <<set _randomGif to $videob2.random()>> <<if _randomGif is $currentGif>> <<continue>> <</if>> <<set $currentGif to _randomGif>> <<replace "#imageLocation">>[img[_randomGif]]<</replace>> <<break>> <</for>> <<run UIBar.update()>> <<else>> <<replace "#feedbackLocation">><span style="position: absolute; top: 50px; left: 50px;">You have to masturbate.</span><</replace>> <</if>> <</link>> <div id="imageLocation"></div> <div id="feedbackLocation" style="position: absolute;"></div> <</if>> <div style="position: absolute; left: 670px; top: 600px; z-index: 1000;"> [[Return|Computer4]] </div> <<if not $visitedL1>> [[Strange Link]] <</if>> <<set $video4 to ["images/porn/porn5.gif", "images/porn/porn6.gif", "images/porn/porn7.gif", "images/porn/porn8.gif", "images/porn/porn9.gif", "images/porn/chastity1.gif", "images/porn/chastity2.gif", "images/porn/chastity1.gif", "images/porn/chastity3.gif"]>> <<set $videob2 to ["images/porn/pornb5.gif", "images/porn/pornb6.gif", "images/porn/pornb7.gif", "images/porn/pornb8.gif", "images/porn/pornb9.gif", "images/porn/pornb10.gif", "images/porn/pornb11.gif", "images/porn/pornb12.gif", "images/porn/pornb13.gif", "images/porn/pornb14.gif"]>>

After clicking on a new Porn video, $name got sent to a spammy Sexforum. <span style="color: orange;">$name's</span> initial reaction was to close the tab, but the sight of the word 'cuckold' displayed prominently in one of the forum topics piqued his curiosity. He hesitated for a moment before his curiosity got the better of him and he decided to explore further. He navigated through the forum, his eyes scanning through the various posts and discussions about cuckolding. The forum was a mixture of stories, experiences, advice threads, and questions about the lifestyle. He found himself drawn to a particularly active thread titled, 'New to Cuckolding - Advice Needed'. The thread was filled with responses from experienced individuals providing insights and sharing their personal experiences. His heart throbbed with anticipation and anxiety as he scrolled through the posts, absorbing the shared wisdom and experiences. Some posts made him feel uncomfortable and embarrassed, yet other posts fueled his curiosity and deepened his intrigue about this lifestyle. By the time $name looked at the clock, he realized he had spent a couple of hours exploring the forum. He sat back, pondering the flood of emotions and thoughts that had come over him during his time on the forum. He decided to bookmark the forum before finally closing his laptop, promising himself to delve deeper into this new world later. [[Return|Computer4]] <<set $visitedG = true>> <<set $visitedF = false>> <<set $visitedF1 = true>> <<set $visitedL1 = true>> <<set $visitedH2 = true>>

<<if visited() eq 1>> <div style="font-weight: bold; color: black;"> The bathroom, with its sleek tiles and modern design, had become a haven for $name and $gf on many occasions. This evening was no exception. The fogged-up glass door of the shower hinted at the scorching hot water inside, with steam enveloping the room and curling upwards. A soft, ambient playlist drifted from the built-in speakers, setting a sultry mood. As $gf stepped into the spacious shower, the cascading water immediately plastered her hair to her back, and the rivulets traveled down her body, tracing every curve and dip. She let out a sigh, savoring the warmth that enveloped her. $name, watching from the doorway, was entranced. The sight of $gf, carefree and lost in the moment, pulled at something deep within him. Without a word, he shed his clothing and joined her in the shower. Their eyes met, and a silent understanding passed between them. Drawing her close, $name captured $gf's lips, the water acting as an additional barrier, making every touch feel more intimate, more urgent. Their wet bodies slid against one another, the friction sending sparks of electricity down their spines. With the hot water cascading over them, $name turned $gf, positioning her hands against the cold tiled wall. As he pressed into her from behind, $gf's gasp was drowned out by the roaring water, her nails scratching the tiles as she sought some form of grounding. $name's hand traveled to her front, intensifying her pleasure. The steam, combined with their panting breaths and moans, made the air thick with desire. It wasn't just a physical act; it was a raw and unspoken bond, a deep connection between two souls intertwining. As the water turned cooler, signaling the end of their heated rendezvous, they both sank to the floor of the shower, holding onto each other, their breaths finally slowing. The bathroom, for $name and $gf, wasn't just a functional space; it was a sanctuary of shared intimacy and desire. [[Return|Home5]] </div> <<else>> <div style="font-weight: bold; color: black;"> No one is here... <hr> [[Return|Home5]] </div> <</if>>

<span style="font-size: 24px; color: #0394fc;">The next Morning</span> The morning sun filtered through the curtains, its golden hue casting a serene ambiance throughout the room. $name stirred, slowly awakening, and turned to find $gf already up and about, a hint of a mischievous smile playing on her lips. <img src="images\back\Bed.png" alt="Logo" width="300px" height="300px" class="float-right "> <span style="color: pink;">"Morning, sleepyhead. You look like you could use a good... stretch." </span> $gf teased, emphasizing the last word while pulling on her form-fitting yoga pants. $name chuckled, rubbing his eyes. <span style="color: orange;">"Well, with that view, I'm certainly wide awake now."</span> They both headed to the kitchen. $gf, ever the chef, began preparing a hearty breakfast. The sizzle of bacon and the soft crackling of eggs frying filled the room. As $name reached for a coffee mug, $gf playfully swatted his hand away. <span style="color: pink;">"Eyes on me, Mr. Distracted. Remember, you're supposed to be helping with breakfast." </span> $gf quipped, her eyes twinkling with mischief. $name grinned, taking the bait. <span style="color: orange;">"Oh, I am. But it's hard to focus when you're in the room, you know." </span> As the day progressed, the couple found themselves indulging in their shared hobbies. They both loved gardening and spent the morning tending to their plants, with $gf often leaning over just enough to catch $name's gaze. <span style="color: pink;">"You know, these roses aren't the only thing in this garden that needs some attention," </span> she remarked with a smirk. Later in the afternoon, while $name was engrossed in a book, $gf leaned in, her lips brushing his ear.<span style="color:pink;">"Remember that package we got a few days ago? Think it might be fun to bring it out tonight?" </span> She whispered, leaving $name momentarily speechless. As night fell, they settled in for a quiet movie night, snuggling on the couch. Throughout the film, $gf would occasionally lean in, her breath warm against $name's ear, dropping suggestive remarks or just leaving a lingering kiss. <span style="color: pink;">"You know, I can think of a few other activities to tire us out before bed..." </span> $gf hinted with a smirk as the credits rolled. $name, chuckling and more than a little flustered, pulled her close. <span style="color: orange;">"With you, every day is an adventure."</span> [[Continue|Home6]] <<if visited() eq 1>> <<set $day += 1>> <</if>>

<div class="bold-link"> [[Check yourself|Check Yourself6]] [[Character Description|Character Description6]] <div style="position: absolute; top: 300px; left: 660px;border: 2px solid white;line-height: 0; z-index: 10;"> <a href="javascript: void(0);" data-passage="Computer4"> <img src="images/back/PC.png" alt="Logo" width="100px" height="100px"/> </a> </div> <div style="position: absolute; top: 450px; left: 660px;border: 2px solid white;line-height: 0; z-index: 10;"> <a href="javascript: void(0);" data-passage="Pet6"> <img src="images/back/Pet.png" alt="Logo" width="100px" height="100px"/> </a> </div> <div style="position: absolute; top: 300px; left: 860px;border: 2px solid white;line-height: 0; z-index: 10;"> <a href="javascript: void(0);" data-passage="Bathroom6"> <img src="images/back/Shower.png" alt="Logo" width="100px" height="100px"/> </a> </div> <<if $horny > 2>> <div style="position: absolute; top: 450px; left: 860px;border: 2px solid white; border: 2px solid white;line-height: 0; z-index: 10;"> <a href="javascript: void(0);" data-passage="Masturbate"> <img src="images/back/Penis.png" alt="Logo" width="100px" height="100px"/> </a> </div> <</if>> <div style="position: absolute; top: 300px; left: 1060px;border: 2px solid white;line-height: 0; z-index: 10;"> <a href="javascript: void(0);" data-passage="Gym4"> <img src="images/back/dumbbell.png" alt="Logo" width="100px" height="100px"/> </a> </div> <div style="position: absolute; top: 450px; left: 1060px;border: 2px solid white; line-height: 0; z-index: 10;"> <a href="javascript: void(0);" data-passage="Garden4"> <img src="images/back/Garden.png" alt="Logo" width="100px" height="100px"/> </a> </div> <div style="position: absolute; top: 750px; left: 660px;border: 2px solid white; line-height: 0; z-index: 10;"> <a href="javascript: void(0);" data-passage="Next Day5"> <img src="images/back/Door.png" alt="Logo" width="100px" height="100px"/> </a> </div> <<if $debug>> <div style="position: absolute; top:10px; left:300px; color: red; font-size: 30px;"> 6 </div> <</if>> <<set $currentpov to "You">> <<set $visitedI = true>> <<set $visitedL2 = true>>

<<if $looks lte 0>> Your face has a regular/average appearance with some stubble. <<elseif $looks gt 1 and $looks lt 4>> Your face has a regular/average appearance and you are clean-shaven. <<elseif $looks gt 4>> placeholder. <<else>> Something went wrong with your looks rating. <</if>> <<if $fitness lte 1>> Your fitness is flat and a little soft from lack of exercise. I really need to start hitting the Gym again. <<elseif $fitness gt 1 and $fitness lt 4>> Your fitness is showing some increase in muscle mass, after hitting the gym. <<elseif $fitness gt 4>> Your body starts to look great, your arms, fitness and abs are showing. <<else>> Something went wrong with your looks rating. <</if>> <<if $penis lte 1>> You have an average and hairy penis <<elseif $penis gt 2 and $penis lt 4>> You have an average and hairless penis. <<elseif $penis gt 4>> Your hairless penis is locked in a chastity cage. <<else>> Something went wrong with your looks rating. <</if>> [[Return|Home6]]

<<if visited() eq 1>> <div style="font-weight: bold; color: black;"> The soft pattering of water from the bathroom was the only sound in the otherwise quiet house. $name, having come home earlier than expected, had initially thought $gf was simply taking a long shower, but the occasional soft moan and gasp piqued his curiosity. Pushed by a mix of temptation and arousal, he found himself tiptoeing towards the slightly ajar bathroom door. Peeking through, his eyes widened. The steamy haze of the room slightly obscured his view, but what he could see left little to the imagination. There, in the glow of the soft overhead light, $gf was perched on the edge of the bathtub. The new dildo they'd received recently, glistening wet from use, was suctioned to the floor tiles. Her legs were slightly spread, and she was slowly lowering herself onto it, her eyes half-lidded with pleasure. Every inch she took sent a wave of pleasure across her face, and $name could hear her soft moans growing in intensity. He watched, mesmerized, as $gf used her hands to brace herself against the wall, allowing her to control the pace at which she took the dildo. Her wet hair was sticking to her face and neck, and the water droplets from the shower still glistened on her skin. With every descent, she let out a soft sigh, and her fingers would clutch the tile wall a bit tighter. $name's breath caught in his throat. The sight of $gf, so lost in her own pleasure, was incredibly arousing. He could feel the heat rushing to his face and elsewhere. He started to debate whether he should reveal his presence or continue watching this intimate moment from the shadows. Lost in the rhythm, $gf leaned back slightly, allowing the dildo to hit just the right spot. A loud moan escaped her lips, and her pace became more frantic. $name's heartbeat matched her accelerating rhythm. It didn't take long before $gf's moans filled the bathroom, signaling her climax. She slumped forward, trying to catch her breath, the dildo still inside her. $name, feeling bold, decided to make his presence known. He stepped into the bathroom, closing the door behind him. $gf looked up, her face flushed with pleasure and surprise. <span style="color: orange;">"Well, that was a show,"</span> $name whispered, leaning in to kiss her. $gf smirked, <span style="color: pink;">"Next time, join in." </span> [[Return|Home6]] </div> <<else>> <div style="font-weight: bold; color: black;"> No one is here... <hr> [[Return|Home6]] </div> <</if>>

<div class="bold-link"> <span class="z10"> [[Return|Home6]] </span> </div> <div style="position: absolute; top: 200px; left: 660px;border: 2px solid white;line-height: 0; z-index: 10;"> <a href="javascript: void(0);" data-passage="Sunbathing3"> <img src="images/back/sunbathing.png" alt="Logo" width="100px" height="100px"/> </a> </div> <div style="position: absolute; top: -100px; left: 500px;line-height: 0; z-index: 5;"> <img src="images/back/square.png" alt="Logo" width="1000px" height="1000px"/> </div> <<if not $visitedL>> <div style="position: absolute; top: 200px; left: 900px;border: 2px solid red;line-height: 0; z-index: 10;"> <a href="javascript: void(0);" data-passage="Water the Plants3"> <img src="images/back/water.png" alt="Logo" width="100px" height="100px"/> </a> </div> <<else>> <div style="position: absolute; top: 200px; left: 900px;border: 2px solid white;line-height: 0; z-index: 10;"> <a href="javascript: void(0);" data-passage="Water the Plants3"> <img src="images/back/water.png" alt="Logo" width="100px" height="100px"/> </a> </div> <</if>> <div style="position: absolute; top: 200px; left: 1200px;border: 2px solid white;line-height: 0; z-index: 10;"> <a href="javascript: void(0);" data-passage="Look at your neighbors garden3"> <img src="images/back/binoculars.png" alt="Logo" width="100px" height="100px"/> </a> </div> <<set $currentpov to "You">>

<<if visited() eq 1>> The gym was bustling with energy as $gf stepped inside. The hum of treadmills and the clinking of weights filled the air, accompanied by the muffled beats of a popular song playing through the overhead speakers. Clad in a fitted tank top and curve-hugging leggings, $gf headed straight for the free weights area. <img src="images\back\Gymnasium.png" alt="Logo" width="300px" height="300px" class="float-right "> As she began her workout, $name's words from earlier that day echoed in her mind. <span style="color: orange;">"You've been looking really toned lately, $gf,"</span> he'd said, his gaze lingering just a tad longer than usual. The memory brought a playful smirk to her lips. She took a deep breath and started with dumbbell curls. Every flex of her bicep was a testament to her dedication and hard work. As she transitioned to squats, she could feel the eyes of a few gym-goers on her, admiring her form and strength. But in her mind, she was doing this for one person and one person only: $name. In between sets, she caught her reflection in the mirror, admiring her toned physique. She let her mind wander to a little fantasy: $name, joining her at the gym, spotting her during a particularly challenging lift. The thought of his hands guiding hers, their bodies close, sent a thrill down her spine. After an intense session with the weights, $gf moved to the mats to stretch. Each bend and twist accentuated her flexibility, and she couldn't help but imagine $name right there beside her, their bodies intertwined in a passionate dance. By the end of her workout, she was glowing with sweat and satisfaction. She felt strong, empowered, and more connected to her body than ever. As she headed to the locker room, she sent $name a quick text: <span style="color: pink;">"Workout done. Can't wait to show you some new moves tonight 😘." </span> [[Go Home|Home6]] <<set $currentpov to "Gf">> <<else>> You already trained... [[Return|Home6]] <</if>>

<span style="font-size: 24px; color: #117df7;">**In the Bedroom**</span> The room was dim, the soft glow from the bedside lamp casting a gentle illumination on the two entangled bodies. The events of the past days had built up a palpable tension between $name and $gf, and tonight, it was reaching its crescendo. <img src="images\back\bed.png" alt="Logo" width="300px" height="300px" class="float-right "> $gf's voice, husky with desire, broke the silence. "<span style='color: pink;'>Did you see how Luke watched me earlier? Did that get you excited, seeing another man desire me so much?</span>" She whispered in $name's ear as she guided his hands over her body. $name groaned in response, his lips seeking out hers. His hands roamed over $gf's curves, each touch electrifying. He had always been attracted to her, but the recent events had amplified that attraction tenfold. "<span style='color: pink;'>Tell me, $name. Did you imagine it was him touching me like this, making me moan?</span>" $gf teased, her fingers trailing down his chest, eliciting a shiver from $name. He pulled her closer, capturing her lips in a fervent kiss. "<span style='color: pink;'>Or maybe you imagined him watching us right now, seeing how much pleasure you can give me.</span>" $gf whispered between kisses. The room was filled with the sounds of soft moans and whispered words, the boundaries of fantasy and reality blurring. $gf's provocative words only fueled the fire, driving them to new heights of passion. $name moved with a renewed vigor, his pace quickening. $gf's dirty talk seemed to push him over the edge. "<span style='color: pink;'>Yes, just like that. Show him how it's done,</span>" $gf egged him on. Their movements became more urgent, the room filled with the scent of their shared passion. They rode the waves of pleasure together, each thrust, each moan bringing them closer to the brink. As they reached their climax, they clung to each other, their breathing ragged. They lay together, wrapped in each other's arms, the intensity of the moment still lingering in the air. [[Work|Work1]] <<if visited() eq 1>> <<set $day += 1>> <</if>>

<<if visited() eq 1>> The hum of the washing machine echoed faintly through the house as $name began the mundane task of putting away his laundry. The rhythm of folding shirts, pairing socks, and neatly arranging them in his wardrobe was almost therapeutic. It provided a moment of calm and order amidst the chaotic rhythm of daily life. The window by the wardrobe offered a picturesque view of their garden, an oasis of green in the middle of the city. At a casual glance, $name noticed $gf outside. She lay sprawled on a sun lounger, a book resting beside her and a hat tilted to shield her eyes from the sun. At first, the brightness of the sun blinded $name to any details. He assumed she was in one of her usual sun dresses or maybe a bikini, given the summer heat. But as his eyes adjusted to the light, a realization slowly dawned on him: $gf was basking in the sun completely naked. The sight took his breath away. Her skin glowed under the sun's rays, the droplets of sweat making her seem as if she'd been lightly misted with shimmering oil. Every curve, every silhouette was accentuated by the sun, casting tantalizing shadows that played tricks on $name's eyes. <img src="images\back\sunbathing.jpg" alt="Logo" width="300px" height="430px"> A rush of emotions hit him. Shock, surprise, but above all, an overwhelming sense of desire. It wasn't just the allure of her body, but the audacity of her act. To think that she felt comfortable and confident enough to sunbathe naked in their garden, knowing the slight risk that someone might see, was both thrilling and mystifying. The sight held $name captive for a moment longer than he'd like to admit. The world around him seemed to blur out of focus, with only $gf in sharp clarity. When he finally snapped out of his trance, he quickly pulled away from the window, suddenly feeling like an intruder on this intimate moment. Yet, the image of $gf, carefree and radiant under the sun, remained imprinted in his mind, turning an ordinary day into something extraordinarily memorable. [[Return|Garden4]] <<else>> The Garden is empty... [[Return|Garden4]] <</if>>

<<if visited() eq 1>> The afternoon sun bathed $name's backyard in a warm golden hue, making the flowers and shrubs he'd planted over the years come to life in a brilliant array of colors. $name hummed softly to himself as he watered his plants, taking pleasure in this therapeutic activity he indulged in every weekend. His attention shifted to a particularly stubborn rosebush near the fence that refused to bloom as profusely as the others. As he bent down to tend to it, his eyes caught something unusual among the soil and petals: a used condom. His first reaction was one of surprise and disgust. Why would anyone dispose of a condom in such a place? Was it some teenager being careless or someone playing a prank on him? As he carefully picked it up with a tissue, ready to dispose of it, a sudden, wild thought crossed his mind: What if this condom belonged to $gf? <img src="images\back\Condom.png" alt="Logo" width="300px" height="300px" class="float-right "> The mental image of $gf, perhaps sneaking a secret tryst by the fence, was enough to send a rush of blood to $name's face and elsewhere. Despite the improbability of the scenario, the mere thought of it was immensely arousing. He glanced towards the house, half-expecting to see $gf peeking from a window with a teasing smile on her face. The windows were empty, but the wild idea had taken root in $name's mind. Shaking his head in an attempt to dismiss the thought, he continued his gardening, but the lingering fantasy made every touch of the hose and every splash of water seem suggestively charged. The rest of the afternoon was spent in a state of heightened awareness and arousal, with $name's mind continuously wandering back to that unexpected find under the rosebush. [[Return|Garden4]] <<set $visitedL = true>> <<else>> <img src="images\random\flower1.gif" alt="Logo" width="560px" height="300px"/> I hold the watering can in my hands, feeling the coolness of the water against my skin. With a gentle touch, I guide the flow of water, nurturing the vibrant petals of my beloved flowers. The rhythmic sound of droplets hitting the soil soothes my soul, creating a tranquil symphony in my garden. Each droplet brings life and vitality to the plants, reminding me of the delicate balance between care and nature's innate power. As I water the flowers, I observe how they respond, their leaves perking up, and their colors intensifying, as if expressing gratitude for my attention and love. [[Return|Garden4]] <</if>>

<<if visited() eq 1>> The soft hum of bees and the distant chirping of birds provided the perfect backdrop to my lazy afternoon. The sun's rays felt deliciously warm against my skin, each gentle breeze causing a shiver to ripple across my exposed body. There's an undeniable thrill in sunbathing naked, especially in our own backyard. The risk, the taboo, the exhilaration of being seen—it's intoxicating. <img src="images\back\Book.png" alt="Logo" width="300px" height="200px" class="float-right "> As I lay on the lounger, the pages of my book seemed to blur. The words became secondary to the sensations swirling within me. The sun had turned my skin into a sensitive canvas, every touch feeling magnified. I could feel a familiar heat building between my thighs, a mixture of arousal and excitement. It was the thrill, the risk that someone might catch a glimpse of me in such a vulnerable state. Trying to focus on my book was futile. My thoughts kept drifting, images of recent events flashing through my mind, only intensifying my state of arousal. Every once in a while, I'd steal a glance towards our house, half-expecting to see $name peeking through the windows, but I never caught him. On a whim, I turned my gaze towards Luke's house. To my surprise, I saw him. There he was, peeking from behind a slightly ajar window, his eyes locked onto me. A shiver ran down my spine, but not from the cold. The realization that I was being watched, and by someone other than $name, was both shocking and arousing. <img src="images\back\sunbathing.jpg" alt="Logo" width="300px" height="430px"> A wicked smile tugged at the corners of my lips. Instead of covering up or acting surprised, I decided to put on a bit of a show. Slowly, deliberately, I shifted my position, making sure to accentuate my curves. My heart raced, each beat echoing the exhilaration of the moment. The idea that Luke was watching, possibly desiring, was a thrill I hadn't expected. After a while, I decided it was time to end my little performance. Gathering my things, I cast one last glance towards Luke's window, offering him a knowing smirk. With a sway in my step, I retreated indoors, the thrill of the afternoon still pulsing through me, ready to share every detail with $name. [[Return|Garden4]] <<set $currentpov to "Gf">> <<else>> No one is there... [[Return|Garden4]] <</if>>

<span style="font-size: 24px; color: #117df7;">**At Work**</span> <img src="images\back\Work.jpg" alt="Logo" width="300px" height="300px" class="float-right "> $name's day had started off as any other typical Monday. The office was bustling with chatter as everyone tried to catch up on the weekend's happenings. Lately, he found himself increasingly distracted by the attire of his female colleagues. The office dress code seemed to be getting more relaxed with the ladies often choosing tight-fitting pants that accentuated their figures. In his daze, the morning hours flew by, and soon it was time for a break. As he headed towards the restroom, a peculiar sound caught his attention. It was muffled but unmistakably that of pleasure. Curiosity piqued, he approached the source - one of the bathroom stalls. His suspicions were confirmed as he heard a woman's soft moans and a man's stifled grunts. $name's heartbeat raced. The scenario playing out in the next stall was wildly inappropriate, but it stirred something primal in him. Finding a secluded spot, he began to relieve the tension that had been building up in him. The sultry sounds from the next stall only fueled his desire. He tried to synchronize his rhythm with theirs, hoping to reach his peak along with them. But suddenly, the sounds stopped, replaced by a quiet whisper, followed by the unmistakable sound of zippers and hushed voices. The two had finished their tryst and were making a swift exit, leaving $name high and dry. $name took a deep breath, trying to calm himself down. It was one thing to fantasize, but it was entirely another to be confronted with the reality of an illicit act taking place right next to him. He adjusted his clothes and exited the restroom, determined to get back to his work and shake off the unsettling experience. As the day progressed, the incident kept replaying in his mind, the sounds, the emotions, the sheer audacity of the couple. [[You get a call]]

$name was deeply engrossed in his work, analyzing the latest sales report, when his phone vibrated on the desk. The screen lit up with Logan's name. Surprised, since it was unusual for Logan to call during work hours, $name picked up immediately. <span style="color: orange ;">"Hey Logan,"</span> he greeted, pushing aside the paperwork. <span style="color: #EEE70C ;">"$name, hey! Hope I'm not interrupting anything,"</span> Logan began, sounding a bit rushed. <span style="color: orange ;">"No, just the usual grind. What's up?"</span> $name inquired, sensing a tinge of excitement in Logan's voice. <span style="color: #EEE70C ;">"I was thinking, how about we catch up at that new bar downtown later today? Wanted to discuss something with you. Plus, a bit of football chatter on the side,"</span> Logan chuckled. $name grinned, <span style="color: orange ;">"Sounds like a plan. After work?"</span> <span style="color: #EEE70C ;">"Perfect. See you then!"</span> Logan confirmed, ending the call. $name found himself looking forward to the evening. The prospect of unwinding after a long day, combined with some friendly banter with Logan, was just what he needed. [[Meet Logan]]

The evening sun cast a warm orange hue as $name walked up to "The Pitcher's Paradise," the new bar that had recently opened downtown. It was already bustling with patrons, their lively chatter filling the air. <img src="images\back\bar.jpg" alt="Logo" width="300px" height="300px" class="float-right "> As he entered, he spotted Logan seated at a corner table with a couple of beers. The ambient lighting, the soft hum of conversations, and the occasional clink of glasses set a relaxed mood. <span style="color: #EEE70C ;">"Hey, mate!"</span> Logan waved, raising his beer in greeting. <span style="color: orange;">"Logan!"</span> $name greeted back, joining him. The two clinked their bottles together, taking the initial sips of the cold beer. <span style="color: #EEE70C ;">"So, how's work been?"</span> Logan began, keeping the conversation light and friendly. The two chatted about their recent endeavors, their favorite football teams, and the latest transfer news. After a while, when the talk took a lull, Logan leaned in, his demeanor suddenly more serious. <span style="color: #EEE70C ;">"Listen, $name,"</span> Logan he began, pausing to take a deep breath, <span style="color: #EEE70C ;">"I wanted to show you something."</span> Curiosity piqued, $name nodded for him to continue. Logan pulled out his phone, swiping through a few images before selecting one and turning the screen toward $name. It was a candid picture: a woman on her knees, cum smeared across her lips, her eyes blurred for privacy. Though the eyes were hidden, certain features resembled Jenny's. <img src="images\back\JennyCensored.png" alt="Logo" width="250px" height="400px" > $name felt his throat constrict, and a rush of heat surged through him, making his dick twitch noticeably. Logan seemed to notice $name's reaction but didn't comment on it. Instead, he took another sip of his beer, looking $name directly in the eyes.<span style="color: #EEE70C ;">"Looks familiar, doesn't she?"</span> He asked with a sly smirk. Trying to mask his reaction, $name cleared his throat, <span style="color: orange ;">Why are you showing me this, Logan?"</span> Logan simply shrugged, putting away his phone, <span style="color: #EEE70C ;">"Just thought you'd like to know what's been happening in the neighborhood. See you around, $name."</span> As Logan left, $name was left with a whirlwind of thoughts, arousal, and confusion. [[Go Home|Go Home1]]

<span style="font-size: 24px; color: #117df7;">**At Home**</span> <img src="images/back/Suburb.jpg" alt="Logo" width="300px" height="300px" class="float-right"> $name pulled into the driveway, the warm evening light filtering through the trees. The house seemed eerily quiet as he unlocked the door and stepped inside. <span style="color: orange;">"$gf?"</span> he called out, expecting her usual enthusiastic greeting. But there was no reply. The silence was unsettling, only punctuated by the ticking of the kitchen clock. With a growing sense of unease, he began to search the house for his wife. The living room was empty, as was the kitchen. That's when he heard it—a faint, muffled sound coming from the bedroom. $name's heart raced, his mind whirling with possibilities. Was she hurt? Or worse, was she with someone else? Quietly, he approached the bedroom door, the soft moans growing louder. Gently pushing it open just a crack, $name peered inside. Relief flooded him when he saw that $gf was alone, but the scene before him was both unexpected and intensely arousing. There she was, kneeling before their bed with her new toy—a thick, realistic dildo with pronounced veins and a suction base. The sheets beneath her were crumpled, her hair a wild mess as she ground herself down onto the toy, trying to take as much of it as she could. <img src="images\back\dildobed.png" alt="Logo" width="250px" height="400px"> $gf’s eyes were shut, lost in her own world of pleasure. Her soft moans filled the room, each one louder and more desperate than the last. The way her body arched, the manner in which her fingers dug into the sheets—it was clear she was deeply enjoying herself. Suddenly, she shifted her position. Sitting up, $gf grasped the dildo firmly and brought it to her lips, beginning to pleasure it orally. $name's breath caught in his throat as he watched his wife attempting to deepthroat the toy. She struggled, her eyes watering, but she persisted, trying to take more of it each time. The sight was both tormenting and tantalizing. $gf had never been this adventurous with him. <img src="images\back\dildoblow.png" alt="Logo" width="250px" height="400px"> Lost in her activity, $gf didn't notice $name at first. But as her gaze drifted towards the door, their eyes locked. A moment of stunned silence passed. The air between them crackled with electricity. $name's voice, when he finally found it, was deep and filled with raw desire. <span style="color: orange;">"Seems like you started without me."</span> [[Continue|Continue12]]

$name hesitated, trying to process the intense imagery before him. $gf, maintaining intense eye contact, seductively slid the toy out of her mouth, allowing a trail of saliva to follow. Her lips were swollen and glistening, and $name could see the sheen of moisture on the toy. With a teasing glint in her eyes, $gf spoke, her voice husky from her prior activities. <span style="color: pink;">You're home early, $name. Care to give me a welcome home kiss?"</span> The invitation was too much for $name to resist. He closed the distance between them in a matter of seconds, his lips capturing hers in a heated, passionate embrace. The taste of her mixed with the faint saltiness of her excitement was intoxicating. They kissed deeply, their tongues dancing together as their hands began to explore. [[Continue|Continue13]]

<span style="color: pink;">"So, how was work today?"</span> $gf inquired, her voice dripping with faux innocence. $name gulped, trying to maintain focus. <span style="color: orange;">"Uh, it was... usual,"</span> he stammered, his gaze darting from $gf's eyes to the glistening dildo she caressed with her fingers, treating it like it was some precious artifact. "<span style="color: orange;">I had a meeting with the team this morning, then worked on the quarterly report. Logan also showed up..."</span> While he recounted his day, he watched as $gf took the toy, licking the tip with deliberate slowness. She maintained eye contact with him, her expression teasing and playful. $name continued, barely registering the words coming out of his mouth, <span style="color: orange;">"Uh, yeah, and Logan mentioned they'll be moving in about two weeks or so. He needs help."</span> $gf paused her ministrations on the dildo, resting it on her lips and looked at him thoughtfully. <span style="color: pink;">"Logan, huh? So, they're really moving in, then? That's... interesting,"</span> she said, her tone suggesting she knew more than she was letting on. <img src="images\back\dildoblowjob.gif" alt="Logo" width="350px" height="300px"> <span style="color: pink;">"You know, a good husband should always give his wife a massage after a long day,"</span> $gf teased, her voice sultry. $name didn't need to be told twice. He positioned himself behind her, allowing her ample space to continue indulging in her play with the dildo. He started massaging her shoulders, feeling the tension in her muscles. She hummed in pleasure at his touch, the sound mixing with the wet noises of her attempts to deepthroat the toy. $name could see her lips stretch around the girth, her tongue lapping at the base as she tried to go deeper. Each time she pulled back, there was a trail of saliva that clung to the toy, dripping onto the bed. $name's hands travelled down her spine, feeling the shivers she emitted as he kneaded and pressed. The combination of $gf's moans and the lewd visuals was driving him to distraction. Every time she failed to take the dildo all the way, she'd pull it out with a loud pop and a laugh, only to go at it again with renewed enthusiasm. Her perseverance, combined with the sensual atmosphere, had $name aching with need. The more she played, the harder it was for him to concentrate on the massage. All he could think about was the way her lips wrapped around the toy, and the sounds of pleasure and frustration she made. [[She has a gift for you]]

<span style="color: pink;">"Open your mouth, $name,"</span> $gf commanded breathlessly, pulling the slick dildo from her mouth. The dripping spit glistened in the dim lighting of the room. <video width="320" height="240" controls muted autoplay> <source src="images\back\spit.mp4" type="video/mp4"> </video> $name looked at her, his eyes wide but filled with a mix of shock and lust. He hesitated for a moment, the intimacy of the act making his heart race even faster. Yet, under her piercing gaze, he obeyed, parting his lips slightly. $gf angled the toy just above his mouth, letting a droplet of her saliva fall onto his tongue. The sensation was strange, yet incredibly intimate, a sharing of something deeply personal. As more of her spit dripped into his mouth, he could taste the sweetness mixed with the slight tanginess, the essence of $gf. Swallowing hard, he felt a warmth spreading through him, not just from arousal but from the intimacy of the act. The boundary they had just crossed brought them closer in a way he hadn't anticipated. $gf smirked, pleased at his compliance. <span style="color: pink;">"Good boy,"</span> she murmured, her voice dripping with satisfaction. <span style="color: pink;">"I knew you wouldn't want to waste any of it."</span> His cheeks flushed with a mix of embarrassment and arousal. The way she was taking control, the dominance she displayed was driving him wild. The throbbing in his pants was testament to how affected he was by their play. [[Continue|Continue14]]

<span style="color: pink;">"Get in front of me, $name,"</span> $gf's voice was soft yet commanding, the pink of her lips contrasting with the shiny, wet surface of the dildo she was holding. She positioned herself comfortably on the bed, the toy prominently displayed. $name, feeling a combination of arousal and trepidation, moved in front of her, his gaze fixated on the toy and her eager lips. <span style="color: pink;">"Now,"</span> she started, licking her lips, <span style="color: pink;">"I want you to instruct me on how to improve. Think of it as... coaching."</span> $name swallowed, trying to find his voice. <span style="color: orange;">"Alright, start by... taking it slower,"</span> he suggested hesitantly. $gf gave him a teasing smile, slowly running her tongue over the tip of the toy, making sure to maintain eye contact with him. $name's breath hitched. "<span style="color: orange;">"Now... swirl your tongue around the head,"</span> he instructed, his voice a little more confident. With deliberate slowness, $gf did as instructed, her eyes never leaving his, reveling in the power she held over him in that moment. <span style="color: orange;">"Good, now... take it deeper, but go slow. Make sure to use your hands too,"</span> $name's voice was barely above a whisper now, and $gf could see how much this was affecting him. Taking a deep breath, she started to take the toy deeper into her mouth, using one hand to steady it and the other to gently caress the base. The visual, combined with her soft moans, was intoxicating to $name. <video width="320" height="240" controls muted autoplay> <source src="images\back\blow2.mp4" type="video/mp4"> </video> <span style="color: pink;">"Any other tips, coach?"</span> she teased, pulling back and leaving the dildo glistening. $name was lost for words for a moment. "<span style="color: orange;">"Just... keep doing what you're doing,"</span> he managed to say, his arousal evident. [[Continue|Continue15]]

$name's eyes were wide, fixed on $gf as she played with the dildo. He couldn't believe how turned on he was, just watching her. He moved his hand toward his throbbing erection, desperate to alleviate some of the tension. <span style="color: pink;">"Ah-ah! No touching,"</span> $gf reprimanded playfully, removing the dildo from her mouth with a pop. A thick string of spit connected her lips to the toy, which she deliberately let drip onto $name. He shivered, his desire heightened by her assertiveness. $gf noticed the increasing wetness in the front of $name's pants and smirked. <span style="color: pink;">"Look at you, so eager and dripping. Do you like seeing your wife being a little spit slut with this toy?"</span> $name simply nodded, not trusting himself to speak. His breathing was ragged, and his face flushed with need. <img src="images\back\dildo1.jpg" alt="Logo" width="270px" height="400px"> $gf continued her show, spitting on the dildo, letting it drip down its length, making wet, sloppy sounds as she took it deep, then pulling out, only to repeat the process. The room was filled with the lewd noises of her mouth on the toy and $name's labored breaths. <span style="color: pink;">"You know,"</span> $gf mused, her voice dripping with mischief, <span style="color: pink;">"You're such a mess right now, just from watching. Maybe I should let you taste some of this spit, since you're so enamored with it."</span> $gf looked down at $name with a teasing glint in her eyes. Slowly, she collected as much saliva as she could in her mouth, swishing it around to ensure it was a substantial amount. $name watched with a mixture of apprehension and anticipation. She then positioned herself directly over $name, who tilted his head back, exposing his mouth. His eyes were locked onto $gf's lips as he waited for her next move. <video width="320" height="240" controls muted autoplay> <source src="images\back\spit1.mp4" type="video/mp4"> </video> With an exaggerated slowness, $gf parted her lips, allowing a thin strand of her saliva to extend from her mouth, hovering momentarily above $name's eager lips. The sight alone was maddening for $name, and he could feel himself quiver with anticipation. The first drop fell onto his lips, and he instinctively parted them, allowing it to enter his mouth. The taste was uniquely $gf, and as more of her spit trickled into his mouth, he relished the intimacy of the moment. Once $gf was sure she'd shared enough with him, she pulled back, watching $name's reaction. He swallowed, his eyes glazed over with desire. [[Continue|Continue16]]

$name, still on his back and dazed from the previous events, could only watch in anticipation as $gf positioned the dildo at her entrance. With one hand holding the base and the other spreading her lips, she slowly began to slide the thick toy inside herself. $name watched, mesmerized, as $gf's wetness allowed the dildo to glide easily into her. Her moans grew louder and her breathing became more erratic. The intimacy of the moment was amplified by the fact that she was performing this act just inches from his face. He could smell her arousal, and it was intoxicating. With every thrust of the toy, $gf's body reacted more and more. Her moans were now accompanied by soft whimpers and the occasional gasp. $name's face was so close to her that he could feel the heat emanating from her body and the occasional splash of her wetness on his skin. <video width="320" height="240" controls muted autoplay> <source src="images\back\fuck.mp4" type="video/mp4"> </video> As $gf's climax neared, her movements became more frenzied. And then, with a final, deep thrust of the toy, her body convulsed, and she released a gush of warm fluid that splashed onto $name's face. The sensation, combined with the musky scent of her arousal, was almost too much for him to handle. But $gf wasn’t done. Still panting from her orgasm, she looked down at $name's drenched face and commanded, "Clean me." Eager to please, $name extended his tongue and began to lap at $gf's sensitive folds. Every taste, every sensation, was a reminder of the intense intimacy they shared. Once satisfied, $gf pulled away, leaving $name still yearning for more. "That's all for tonight," she said, her voice dripping with mischief. "Now go take a cold shower and get some rest." $name, his head swimming with the erotic events of the evening, made his way to the bathroom. The cold water did little to quell the raging heat inside him. Lying in bed, his thoughts were consumed with fantasies and memories of $gf, ensuring a restless night filled with erotic dreams. [[Next Day|Home7]] <<set $visitedL2 = false>>

<div class="bold-link"> [[Check yourself|Check Yourself7]] [[Character Description|Character Description7]] <div style="position: absolute; top: 300px; left: 660px;border: 2px solid white;line-height: 0; z-index: 10;"> <a href="javascript: void(0);" data-passage="Computer4"> <img src="images/back/PC.png" alt="Logo" width="100px" height="100px"/> </a> </div> <div style="position: absolute; top: 450px; left: 660px;border: 2px solid white;line-height: 0; z-index: 10;"> <a href="javascript: void(0);" data-passage="Pet7"> <img src="images/back/Pet.png" alt="Logo" width="100px" height="100px"/> </a> </div> <div style="position: absolute; top: 300px; left: 860px;border: 2px solid white;line-height: 0; z-index: 10;"> <a href="javascript: void(0);" data-passage="Bathroom7"> <img src="images/back/Shower.png" alt="Logo" width="100px" height="100px"/> </a> </div> <<if $horny > 2>> <div style="position: absolute; top: 450px; left: 860px;border: 2px solid white; border: 2px solid white;line-height: 0; z-index: 10;"> <a href="javascript: void(0);" data-passage="Masturbate"> <img src="images/back/Penis.png" alt="Logo" width="100px" height="100px"/> </a> </div> <</if>> <div style="position: absolute; top: 300px; left: 1060px;border: 2px solid white;line-height: 0; z-index: 10;"> <a href="javascript: void(0);" data-passage="Gym5"> <img src="images/back/dumbbell.png" alt="Logo" width="100px" height="100px"/> </a> </div> <div style="position: absolute; top: 450px; left: 1060px;border: 2px solid white; line-height: 0; z-index: 10;"> <a href="javascript: void(0);" data-passage="Garden5"> <img src="images/back/Garden.png" alt="Logo" width="100px" height="100px"/> </a> </div> <div style="position: absolute; top: 750px; left: 660px;border: 2px solid white; line-height: 0; z-index: 10;"> <a href="javascript: void(0);" data-passage="Next Day6"> <img src="images/back/Door.png" alt="Logo" width="100px" height="100px"/> </a> </div> <<set $currentpov to "You">> <<if $debug>> <div style="position: absolute; top:10px; left:300px; color: red; font-size: 30px;"> 7 </div> <</if>> <<set $visitedL3 = true>> <<if visited() eq 1>> <<set $day += 1>> <</if>>

<<if $looks lte 0>> Your face has a regular/average appearance with some stubble. <<elseif $looks gt 1 and $looks lt 4>> Your face has a regular/average appearance and you are clean-shaven. <<elseif $looks gt 4>> placeholder. <<else>> Something went wrong with your looks rating. <</if>> <<if $fitness lte 1>> Your fitness is flat and a little soft from lack of exercise. I really need to start hitting the Gym again. <<elseif $fitness gt 1 and $fitness lt 4>> Your fitness is showing some increase in muscle mass, after hitting the gym. <<elseif $fitness gt 4>> Your body starts to look great, your arms, fitness and abs are showing. <<else>> Something went wrong with your looks rating. <</if>> <<if $penis lte 1>> You have an average and hairy penis <<elseif $penis gt 2 and $penis lt 4>> You have an average and hairless penis. <<elseif $penis gt 4>> Your hairless penis is locked in a chastity cage. <<else>> Something went wrong with your looks rating. <</if>> [[Return|Home7]]

<<if $wentbbc>> I settled onto the couch, nestling myself comfortably between the plush cushions, remote in hand. Flicking through the channels, I finally settled on a new crime drama series I had heard good reviews about. Just as the suspenseful music swelled and the plot started to thicken, my phone buzzed from the coffee table. Picking it up, I glanced at the caller ID and was surprised to see Derek's name pop up. Derek, the charismatic gym trainer with an infectious energy and a chiseled physique. I had met him a few times during group workout sessions at the gym. He always wore a welcoming smile, and his sessions were quite engaging. I remember how our casual chit-chat had turned into a friendly rapport. <span style="color: pink;">"Hey, Derek!"</span> I greeted, trying to keep the surprise out of my voice. <span style="color: #0CEED3 ;">"Hey $gf! Hope I'm not disturbing. I was wondering if you're free to join me for a training session today? Thought it might be fun to switch things up a bit."</span> I hesitated for a moment. It was tempting. Derek's sessions were always intense but rewarding. Besides, the allure of breaking the monotony of my regular workouts was inviting. <span style="color: pink;">"Well, I was just settling in to watch a show,"</span> I began, a hint of reluctance evident. Derek chuckled, <span style="color: #0CEED3 ;">"Come on! You can always catch up on it later. Besides, it's a beautiful day outside. Perfect for an outdoor workout."</span> I pondered for a second, weighing the pros and cons. <span style="color: pink;">"Alright, why not? But you owe me if I miss any crucial plot twists!"</span> Derek laughed heartily, <span style="color: #0CEED3 ;">"Deal! Meet you in 30 at the park?"</span> <span style="color: pink;">"Sounds good! See you then."</span> Hanging up, I switched off the TV, feeling a rush of adrenaline already. The unexpected invitation had sparked some enthusiasm in me. Training with Derek would be different, refreshing even. Changing into my workout gear, I looked at myself in the mirror, taking a deep breath. It was time to sweat it out. I was curious to see what Derek had in store for our training session and if it would match up to the hype I had built in my mind. [[Meet Derek]] <<set $currentpov to "Gf">> <<else>> You are not in the mood to train today... [[Return|Home7]] <</if>>

<<if $wentbbc>> As I sat in my office cubicle, deeply engrossed in the spreadsheet on my monitor, Mark, a colleague from the desk next to mine, leaned over, holding up his phone excitedly. <span style="color: #1BE8A1 ;">"Hey, $name! You've got to see this new fitness video I found,"</span> he said, his voice filled with giddy enthusiasm. <span style="color: #1BE8A1 ;">"The trainer in it...man, she's something else." </span> I humored him, taking a break to watch. Mark always had a thing for workout videos, but more for the trainers than the actual workouts. He played the video, and my heart skipped a beat. The woman on the screen, gracefully moving through a series of exercises, was unmistakably $gf. The setting was a familiar park, and the man guiding her through the exercises was someone I didn't recognize. <span style="color: #1BE8A1 ;">"She's got the moves, huh?"</span> Mark commented with a smirk, wiggling his eyebrows suggestively. I felt a flush of heat race to my face. A cocktail of emotions - pride, surprise, a twinge of jealousy - coursed through me. How had $gf gotten into this? Why didn't she tell me? My mind raced with a million questions. <img src="images/2/fitness2.png" alt="Fitness Image" style="float: left; width: 200px; height: 300px; margin-right: 20px;"> <p>"Um, yeah, she's quite the trainer,"</span> I managed to respond, attempting to sound nonchalant, though my voice probably betrayed a hint of the shock I was feeling. Mark, blissfully unaware of my connection to the woman in the video, continued, <span style="color: #1BE8A1 ;">"Man, I'd work out every day if she was my trainer."</span> The video continued, showing $gf working through various exercises, her form perfect and a radiant smile on her face. The male trainer, the one guiding her, occasionally interacted with her, and I couldn't help but notice their easy rapport. When the video ended, Mark chuckled, <span style="color: #1BE8A1 ;">Whew! I might actually try some of those exercises."</span> I nodded, handing his phone back. <span style="color: orange ;">"Yeah, they look...effective."</span> As Mark returned to his desk, I tried to refocus on my work, but my mind kept drifting back to the video. Why hadn't $gf mentioned it to me? </p> [[Lunchbreak|continue10]] <</if>> <<if $wentbwc>> As I sat in my office cubicle, deeply engrossed in the spreadsheet on my monitor, Mark, a colleague from the desk next to mine, leaned over, his phone in hand and a mischievous glint in his eyes. <span style="color: #1BE8A1;">"Hey, check out this TikTok video I stumbled upon,"</span> he said, barely containing his excitement. <span style="color: #1BE8A1;">"This chick looks so freaking hot man! I wish I could see more of her hahah"</span> I humored him, taking a brief respite from my work. Mark had a knack for finding entertaining TikToks, though his interest often lay more in the people than the content. He hit play, and my heart lurched. There on the screen, moving with a fluid grace to a catchy beat, was unmistakably my girlfriend. The background was our local neighborhood park, and there she was, laughing and dancing with Luke, our neighbor. In the TikTok video, my girlfriend's movements were not just rhythmic and sensual, but also teasingly playful and a bit naughty. She danced with a provocative energy, her body language exuding a flirtatious charm. With each hip sway and playful twirl, she seemed to be teasing Luke, and by extension, the viewer. Her laughter was infectious, her eyes sparkling with a mischievous glint as she executed each move with a tantalizing grace. Luke, clearly enjoying the moment, responded to her playful energy, but it was her captivating presence that dominated the scene. She would occasionally throw a coquettish glance towards the camera, a sly smile playing on her lips, as if sharing a private joke with her audience. Her outfit, though casual, hinted at the curves of her body, moving with her in a way that accentuated her playfulness and sensuality. <span style="color: #1BE8A1;">"Man, she's not just dancing, she's performing,"</span> Mark remarked with a whistle, his eyes fixed on the screen. <span style="color: #1BE8A1;">"She's got that cheeky vibe that makes it more than just a dance."</span> I felt a complex knot of emotions form in my chest. There was an undeniable attractiveness to the way she moved, a part of her personality that I adored, yet seeing it displayed so openly, with Luke participating in their flirtatious dance, brought a pang of jealousy. <span style="color: orange;">"Definitely a performer,"</span> I echoed, my voice slightly edged, as I handed the phone back to Mark. As the video looped, showing her laughing, dancing, and playfully interacting with Luke, I couldn’t help but feel a bit conflicted. This side of her, so carefree and flirtatiously naughty, was a side I cherished in our private moments. Seeing it shared in such a public platform, and with our neighbor no less, stirred a sense of unease in me. Mark, oblivious to my internal struggle, chuckled and turned back to his work, leaving me with my thoughts. The spreadsheet on my screen now seemed dull and unimportant as my mind replayed the video. [[Lunchbreak|continue10]] <</if>> <<set $visitedL3 = false>>

<<set $showergif to ["images/1.6.1/shower1.gif", "images/1.6.1/shower2.gif", "images/1.6.1/shower3.gif", "images/1.6.1/shower4.gif", "images/1.6.1/shower5.gif"]>> [img[$showergif.random()]] [[Return|Home7]]

Nothing to see here... [[Return|Garden5]]

The warmth of the sun kissed my skin as I laid back on the comfortable sun lounger, the soft cushioning cradling my body. The gentle rustling of the leaves in the nearby trees and the distant chirping of birds created a serene backdrop to this lazy afternoon. I adjusted the straps of my bikini top to avoid tan lines and placed my sunglasses atop my head, allowing my eyes to adjust to the brightness of the day. In my hands, I held my latest obsession - a gripping romance novel that had captivated my attention for the past week. The story was intoxicating, making it hard for me to put down, and the warm sun only added to the allure of the tale. Every few pages, I'd allow my thoughts to wander, drifting off into a daydream spurred on by the novel's passionate narrative. I imagined the characters, their challenges, their intense love, and how they navigated through the plot's twists and turns. Occasionally, I'd become aware of the distant sounds of the neighborhood. Children playing in nearby yards, the hum of lawnmowers, and the occasional barking of a dog. There was a comfort in these ordinary sounds, reminding me of the simple joys of life and how fortunate I was to have this peaceful moment to myself. I took a sip from my ice-cold lemon water, the tangy citrus flavor refreshing my palate. The beads of condensation that had formed on the glass dripped onto my thighs, making me shiver slightly despite the warmth. Smiling, I thought about how $name would react if he saw me like this. The teasing and playful banter we often shared made moments like this even more enjoyable. Reaching for my bottle of sunscreen, I reapplied a generous amount to my arms and legs, ensuring that my skin was protected from the sun's rays. The scent of coconut and shea butter filled the air, adding another layer of relaxation to my day. After a while, I decided to turn onto my stomach, allowing the sun to bronze my back. I propped the book up in front of me, continuing to lose myself in its pages. The story was reaching its climax, and I was eager to find out how it would end. Time seemed to stand still, the afternoon stretching on endlessly. I felt grateful for this break, this moment of solitude and tranquility. In the chaos of life, it was moments like these that truly mattered - moments of stillness, of peace, and of contentment. I knew that soon the sun would start its descent, casting long shadows across the garden. But for now, I wanted to savor every second, letting the warmth seep into my bones and the story carry me away to a world of romance and intrigue. [[Return|Garden5]] <<set $currentpov to "Gf">>

<img src="images\1.6.1\park.png" alt="Logo" width="400px" height="300px" class="float-right "> The sun was gently caressing the park, making the leaves shimmer with a golden hue. The soft breeze brought in the pleasant scents of blooming flowers and fresh cut grass. I took a moment to breathe in the beauty of the park, then began scanning the crowd for Derek. Derek. I had only met him a few times at the gym, but each time, there was this undeniable connection, an energy that made our encounters electrifying. He was the gym's most sought-after trainer, tall with a chiseled physique and a rich, dark complexion. His eyes always seemed to find me during our sessions, and they held a mischief that I found intriguing. Lost in my thoughts, I felt a presence behind me. Before I could react, two powerful arms wrapped around me. "Found you," Derek's deep voice whispered in my ear. I felt his hands sneak down and firmly grab my ass, causing me to gasp. <span style="color: pink;">"Derek!"</span> I exclaimed, trying to hide my surprise and the flutter of excitement that ran through me. I turned to face him, my eyes looking up to meet his playful gaze. He flashed that charming grin I was beginning to associate with him. "<span style="color: #0CEED3 ;">"You look beautiful today, $gf,"</span> he said, looking me over appreciatively. I felt the warmth rise to my cheeks, <span style="color: pink;">"Thank you. You don't look too bad yourself."</span> He laughed, <span style="color: #0CEED3 ;">"Well, I try."</span> He extended his hand towards me, <span style="color: #0CEED3 ;">"Shall we begin our training session?"</span> I nodded, excitement bubbling inside of me. [[Start training]]

Derek led me to an open grassy area, a little distance away from the main jogging path. It was still visible to passersby, but we had a bit more privacy. <span style="color: #0CEED3 ;">"Today, we're going to work on some dynamic exercises. These will help enhance your agility and flexibility,"</span> Derek explained, his gaze intense, never leaving my face. He placed a matte black duffel bag on the ground and began pulling out some equipment: resistance bands, kettlebells, and a few other items I couldn't immediately identify. Then, he pulled out a sleek camera setup. <span style="color: #0CEED3 ;">"I hope you don't mind, but I'm recording this session for my online fitness course. You're a perfect model for these exercises, and it would be great to showcase real progress,"</span> Derek mentioned casually, setting up the tripod. I hesitated for a moment. The thought of being recorded was unexpected. But then again, the entire scenario was a bit out of the ordinary. <span style="color: pink;">"Sure, why not? Just make sure I look good,"</span> I replied with a teasing smile. Derek laughed, <span style="color: #0CEED3 ;">"Always."</span> The training began with some warm-up stretches. With Derek's guidance, I felt my muscles awakening, his every touch and adjustment sending shivers down my spine. But I tried to stay focused on the workout. Soon, Derek introduced the resistance bands. <span style="color: #0CEED3 ;">"This will engage your core and legs. Remember to keep your posture straight,"</span> he guided. As I attempted the exercise, Derek stood behind me, ensuring my form was correct. His hands gently rested on my waist, guiding my movements. Every touch felt electric. We moved through various exercises, each with its own level of challenge. The kettlebell squats were particularly tough, but with Derek's encouragement, I felt motivated to push through. Throughout the session, I could sense Derek's eyes on me, observing, assessing. It was unnerving and exciting all at once. Occasionally, he'd playfully comment for the camera, making light-hearted remarks about my effort, always with that mischievous glint in his eye. As we wrapped up, sweat dripped down my forehead, my body ached in places I hadn't known could ache, but there was an undeniable sense of accomplishment. <span style="color: #0CEED3 ;">"Great job today, $gf,"</span> Derek praised, handing me a towel. <span style="color: pink;">"Thanks. It was definitely different,"</span> I replied, trying to catch my breath. Derek packed up his equipment and approached me, his face suddenly serious, "<span style="color: #0CEED3 ;"> "You have a lot of potential, $gf. And not just in fitness. Remember that."</span> I nodded, unsure of what he meant but intrigued by the layers I was beginning to see in Derek. Our sessions were proving to be about much more than just exercise. [[Home|Home7]]

The morning dragged on, and my focus kept slipping. Images from the video played on a loop in my mind. I kept thinking about how stunning $gf looked, her body moving with a grace and fluidity that was mesmerizing. And the way Derek interacted with her, his hands guiding her through exercises, only added fuel to the fire of my imagination. Lunchtime came, and rather than heading to the cafeteria or going out with the usual group, I decided to stay in, hoping that would help clear my mind. But the more I tried to push the thoughts away, the more they persisted. My body's response was unmistakable, a growing arousal that was becoming harder and harder to ignore. Making a quick decision, I headed for the restroom, locking myself in one of the larger stalls at the end. My thoughts raced - Derek's hands on $gf, her laughter, their closeness, all mixed with memories of my own times with $gf. The fantasy interwove with reality, and my hand moved in rhythm to my accelerated heartbeat. In the quiet of the restroom, my breaths came faster, and I did my best to stifle the moans that threatened to break free. The fantasy took on a life of its own, a mix of jealousy, desire, and raw passion. When the rush of climax hit, it was intense and overwhelming. I took a few minutes to catch my breath, my mind slowly coming back to reality. Cleaning up, I stared at my reflection in the mirror. The man staring back looked disheveled and conflicted. Returning to my desk, I did my best to refocus on my work, but the events of the day had taken their toll. I resolved to talk to $gf that evening. I needed answers, understanding, and, most of all, reassurance. [[Go Home|Home8]]

<div class="bold-link"> [[Check yourself|Check Yourself8]] [[Character Description|Character Description8]] <<if not $visitedL41 >> <div style="position: absolute; top: 300px; left: 660px;border: 2px solid red;line-height: 0; z-index: 10;"> <a href="javascript: void(0);" data-passage="Computer4"> <img src="images/back/PC.png" alt="Logo" width="100px" height="100px"/> </a> </div> <<else>> <div style="position: absolute; top: 300px; left: 660px;border: 2px solid white;line-height: 0; z-index: 10;"> <a href="javascript: void(0);" data-passage="Computer4"> <img src="images/back/PC.png" alt="Logo" width="100px" height="100px"/> </a> </div> <</if>> <div style="position: absolute; top: 450px; left: 660px;border: 2px solid white;line-height: 0; z-index: 10;"> <a href="javascript: void(0);" data-passage="Pet8"> <img src="images/back/Pet.png" alt="Logo" width="100px" height="100px"/> </a> </div> <div style="position: absolute; top: 300px; left: 860px;border: 2px solid white;line-height: 0; z-index: 10;"> <a href="javascript: void(0);" data-passage="Bathroom8"> <img src="images/back/Shower.png" alt="Logo" width="100px" height="100px"/> </a> </div> <<if $horny > 2>> <div style="position: absolute; top: 450px; left: 860px;border: 2px solid white; border: 2px solid white;line-height: 0; z-index: 10;"> <a href="javascript: void(0);" data-passage="Masturbate"> <img src="images/back/Penis.png" alt="Logo" width="100px" height="100px"/> </a> </div> <</if>> <div style="position: absolute; top: 300px; left: 1060px;border: 2px solid white;line-height: 0; z-index: 10;"> <a href="javascript: void(0);" data-passage="Gym6"> <img src="images/back/dumbbell.png" alt="Logo" width="100px" height="100px"/> </a> </div> <div style="position: absolute; top: 450px; left: 1060px;border: 2px solid white; line-height: 0; z-index: 10;"> <a href="javascript: void(0);" data-passage="Garden6"> <img src="images/back/Garden.png" alt="Logo" width="100px" height="100px"/> </a> </div> <div style="position: absolute; top: 750px; left: 660px;border: 2px solid white; line-height: 0; z-index: 10;"> <a href="javascript: void(0);" data-passage="Next Day7"> <img src="images/back/Door.png" alt="Logo" width="100px" height="100px"/> </a> </div> <<if $debug>> <div style="position: absolute; top:10px; left:300px; color: red; font-size: 30px;"> 8 </div> <</if>> <<set $visitedG3 = false>> <<set $currentpov to "You">> <<set $visitedL4 = true>> <<if visited() eq 1>> <<set $visitedL42 = true>> <</if>>

<<if visited() eq 1>> <div style="font-weight: bold; color: black;"> $name stepped into the bathroom, the steam from the shower still clinging to the mirror. He was about to brush his teeth when he noticed a crumpled pair of panties on the bathroom floor. They belonged to $gf, discarded after a long day or perhaps an intense workout session. The soft fabric was a light shade of lavender, edged with lace. The sight alone stirred something in $name. He picked them up, feeling the weight of the fabric, noting its dampness. Temptation overwhelmed him, and he brought the panties close to his face. <img src="images\1.6.1\panties.png" alt="Logo" width="300px" height="300px"> The scent was intoxicating: a mixture of sweat, the unique scent of $gf, and a hint of her perfume. He felt a warmth rising inside him, a stirring he couldn’t control. Heart pounding, he took another deep breath, inhaling her scent, his mind wandering to forbidden images of $gf wearing these very panties, her body slick with sweat from a workout or perhaps something more intimate. His hand found its way inside his trousers, the scent of $gf’s panties guiding his actions. He imagined her in different scenarios, her laughing voice, the way her hips moved when she walked, the glimpse of the panties when she bent over... He was lost in his fantasies, stroking himself rhythmically. The idea that he was doing this in their shared bathroom, the possibility of $gf catching him in the act only added to the thrill. The combination of risk and pleasure, along with the intoxicating scent of her, brought him to the edge. In the throes of passion, he finished, gasping for breath. There was a moment of clarity, of shock at what he had just done. He quickly cleaned up, hid $gf’s panties back where he found them. [[Return|Home8]] </div> <<else>> <div style="font-weight: bold; color: black;"> No one is here... <hr> [[Return|Home8]] </div> <</if>>

<<set $gymgif to ["images/1.6.1/gym1.gif", "images/1.6.1/gym2.gif", "images/1.6.1/gym3.gif", "images/1.6.1/gym4.gif", "images/1.6.1/gym5.gif"]>> [img[$gymgif.random()]] [[Return|Home8]]

<<if $looks lte 0>> Your face has a regular/average appearance with some stubble. <<elseif $looks gt 1 and $looks lt 4>> Your face has a regular/average appearance and you are clean-shaven. <<elseif $looks gt 4>> placeholder. <<else>> Something went wrong with your looks rating. <</if>> <<if $fitness lte 1>> Your fitness is flat and a little soft from lack of exercise. I really need to start hitting the Gym again. <<elseif $fitness gt 1 and $fitness lt 4>> Your fitness is showing some increase in muscle mass, after hitting the gym. <<elseif $fitness gt 4>> Your body starts to look great, your arms, fitness and abs are showing. <<else>> Something went wrong with your looks rating. <</if>> <<if $penis lte 1>> You have an average and hairy penis <<elseif $penis gt 2 and $penis lt 4>> You have an average and hairless penis. <<elseif $penis gt 4>> Your hairless penis is locked in a chastity cage. <<else>> Something went wrong with your looks rating. <</if>> [[Return|Home8]]

$name and $gf were lounging on the comfortable recliners in their backyard, soaking up the sun's warm rays. The chirping of the birds and the gentle rustling of the leaves created a serene atmosphere. Their small talk was casual, interspersed with comfortable silences, as they both enjoyed the sensation of the sun on their skin. After a while, $gf reached for her bottle of sunscreen. Turning her head slightly towards $name, her eyes shielded behind her sunglasses, she asked, <span style="color: pink;">"Hey, could you help me with the sunscreen on my back?"</span> $name, his heart rate picking up a bit, agreed immediately. <span style="color: orange;">"Of course," </span>he replied. $gf lay on her stomach, her bikini straps undone to avoid any tan lines. $name squirted a generous amount of the cool lotion onto his palms, rubbing them together to warm it up. Starting at her shoulders, he applied the sunscreen with gentle strokes. $gf's skin was soft and warm under his hands, and he felt her relax as he massaged the lotion into her back. Moving downwards, $name reached the curve of her lower back. A hint of hesitation crossed his mind, but the silence and the situation encouraged him. His hands slid lower, massaging the sunscreen onto the roundness of $gf's ass. The movement was tender and somewhat exploratory. $gf's breathing deepened slightly, indicating her relaxation, or perhaps something more. <img src="images\1.6.1\sunbathing.jpg" alt="Logo" width="400px" height="300px"> For a moment, time seemed to stand still. The intimacy of the gesture, combined with the sun's warmth and the tranquil surroundings, intensified the atmosphere between them. $name slowly withdrew his hands, wiping off any excess lotion. Both were silent for a while, lost in their own thoughts, as the sounds of nature continued to serenade them. [[Return|Garden6]]

$name was tending to his roses, carefully pruning and watering them. The sun was high in the sky, and the day was perfect for some gardening. As he adjusted his hat to shield his eyes from the glare, his gaze inadvertently shifted towards Luke's garden. Luke was there, working shirtless, sweat dripping down his chiseled torso. His muscles flexed with every movement, the sweat accentuating every ripple and contour of his body. $name's heart rate quickened. There was an immediate surge of jealousy. Luke's physique was something he had always aspired to have but never quite achieved. His thoughts spiraled. What if $gf saw Luke like this? Would she find him attractive? Would she compare them? Would she wish $name looked more like Luke? These thoughts gnawed at him, but they also aroused a different kind of emotion, one he wasn't expecting. It was a confusing blend of envy and desire. He imagined $gf's reaction, her eyes lingering a bit too long on Luke, perhaps even a blush creeping onto her face. The mental image of $gf admiring another man, especially one as physically gifted as Luke, was oddly arousing to $name. Trying to shake off these thoughts, $name focused back on his gardening, but the image of Luke's toned body and the imagined scenarios with $gf lingered in the back of his mind for the rest of the day. [[Return|Garden6]]

The soft ping of a new message notification rang out from $name's computer. Curiously, he opened the tab to find a message from a user he hadn't interacted with before. User: <span style="color: green; font-weight: bold;">Greg_55</span> > <span style="color: green; font-weight: bold;">Hey there, fresh meat. Couldn't help but notice you're new around these parts. I'm Greg, a well-experienced man of 55 years. What's a young lad like you doing in a place like this? You hunting as a bull or looking to be a cuck?</span> //$name felt a flush creep up his neck, the forwardness of the message catching him off-guard. He began typing, the thought of this older, perhaps experienced man watching his online movements was oddly thrilling.// User: <span style="color: orange; font-weight: bold;">$name_92</span> > <span style="color: orange; font-weight: bold;">Hey, Greg. I... um... sort of stumbled upon this place. Still figuring things out, you know? Why do you ask?</span> User: <span style="color: green; font-weight: bold;">Greg_55</span> > <span style="color: green; font-weight: bold;">Just curious. I've seen many come and go, but there's something about you. I can almost sense your... uncertainty, mixed with desire. Am I wrong?</span> //$name gulped, feeling a warm sensation in his lower belly. The directness, the assertiveness, it was all so new, yet enticing.// User: <span style="color: orange; font-weight: bold;">$name_92</span> > <span style="color: orange; font-weight: bold;">Maybe you're right. Lately, I've been having... thoughts. Things I never considered before. It's confusing, yet I can't help but feel aroused by them.</span> //Greg's reply came fast, almost as if he'd been waiting for $name's admittance.// </span> User: <span style="color: green; font-weight: bold;">Greg_55</span> > <span style="color: green; font-weight: bold;">Ah, the sweet taste of discovery. It can be quite the aphrodisiac, can't it? Tell me, $name, do these thoughts involve your partner and another man, perhaps?</span> //$name hesitated but decided to indulge. The more he typed, the harder he felt himself becoming. The thought of sharing this secret, these fantasies, was driving him wild.// User: <span style="color: orange; font-weight: bold;">$name_92</span> > <span style="color: orange; font-weight: bold;">Sometimes, yes. It's just... when I imagine her with someone else, someone perhaps more... dominant? It excites me in ways I can't explain.</span> //Greg's next message had a predatory tone, and $name could almost visualize a smirk forming on his lips.// User: <span style="color: green; font-weight: bold;">Greg_55</span> > <span style="color: green; font-weight: bold;">That's the spirit. There's no shame in admitting what turns you on. If imagining her with someone like me gets you going, imagine how it'd feel to watch. Feel free to explore those feelings here. Remember, you're not alone.</span> //$name bit his lip, excitement mingling with nerves. This forum was opening doors he never knew existed, and Greg, in all his perverse wisdom, seemed to hold some of the keys.// [[Return|Home8]] <<set $visitedL41 = true>> <<set $visitedL42 = false>>

<div class="positioned-image"> <img src="images/back/suburb.jpg" width="350px" height="273px" class="float-right" style="border: 2px solid white;"></div> The sun began its descent, painting the sky in vibrant hues of pink and orange. Inside their cozy home, $name and $gf had decided on a simple, yet romantic evening. The ambiance was set; soft jazz played in the background, the scent of scented candles wafted through the air, and the dining table was adorned with a beautiful centerpiece of fresh flowers. <span style="color: orange;">"We could order out,"</span> $name began, glancing through a stack of take-out menus, <span style="color: orange;">"but I thought maybe we could cook something together tonight?"</span> $gf's face lit up at the suggestion. "<span style="color: pink;">"That sounds wonderful! What are you in the mood for?"</span> $name pondered for a moment, then said, <span style="color: orange;">"How about spaghetti carbonara? It's simple, delicious, and it's been a while since we last made it."</span> She nodded in agreement, a warm smile on her face. <span style="color: pink;">"I love that idea. Let's do it!"</span> They began the culinary journey side by side. $name focused on chopping the garlic and parsley, while $gf gently whisked the eggs and grated the Pecorino Romano cheese. Their kitchen came alive with sounds of laughter, playful teasing, and the delightful aroma of bacon being sautéed. <span style="color: pink;">"Remember our first cooking date?"</span> $gf asked, reminiscing. <span style="color: pink;">"You accidentally put salt instead of sugar in the dessert!"</span> $name chuckled. <span style="color: orange;">"Oh, don't remind me! That was embarrassing. But you still ate it to make me feel better."</span> She playfully nudged him. <span style="color: pink;">"It was the sweetest salty dessert I ever had."</span> Once the spaghetti was cooked al dente, they combined all the ingredients, ensuring each strand was coated with the creamy, flavorful sauce. They poured themselves glasses of white wine and took their places at the table, the candlelight casting a soft glow on their faces. They toasted to love, to moments shared, and to many more meals together. As they ate, they discussed dreams, plans for the future, and shared memories from their past. Time seemed to pause as they lost themselves in conversation, enjoying each other's company. [[Continue|Continue17]] <<set $visitedL42 = false>> <<set $visitedL4 = false>> <<if visited() eq 1>> <<set $day += 1>> <</if>>

<div class="positioned-image"> <img src="images/2/living room.png" width="350px" height="273px" class="float-right"></div> After clearing the table, they made their way to the plush couch in their living room. $name turned on the television, browsing through a few series options before they settled on a drama they'd been following for a few weeks. The ambient light from the television illuminated their faces, setting a cozy scene. As they began to lose themselves in the unfolding story, $name's hand began to wander. He traced small circles on $gf's thigh before letting his fingers dance over the curves of her hips and eventually rest on her ass. The gentle touch sent tingles down her spine, prompting her to turn toward him. Their eyes locked, and she pulled him into a lingering kiss, their breaths mingling. The pace of their heartbeats began to rise, each one lost in the moment. However, as things began to heat up, $gf suddenly pulled back, a mischievous glint in her eyes. <span style="color: pink;">"$name," </span> she said, her voice a mix of sweetness and command, <span style="color: pink;"> "I've been feeling tense all day. A good husband would offer his wife a massage, don't you think?"</span> Caught off guard by her sudden change in tone but intrigued nonetheless, $name replied, <span style="color: orange;">"Of course, my love. How could I refuse?"</span> She smirked, shifting her position to lie on her stomach. $name started at her shoulders, kneading the tension out with firm, deliberate strokes. As he worked his way down her spine and lower back, $gf let out contented sighs, clearly enjoying his touch. By the time he reached her thighs and calves, $gf was in a state of relaxed bliss. She murmured her appreciation, her earlier authoritative demeanor melting away. [[Continue|Continue18]]

In the intimate dimness of the room, $name could almost feel the heat emanating from $gf's body, creating an aura of sultry sensuality. The subtle fragrance of the massage oil - a tantalizing mix of lavender and sandalwood - wafted through the air, setting the tone for what would be a night of heightened sensations. $gf lay there, her usually assertive demeanor replaced with one of quiet surrender. Starting at her shoulders, $name used the pads of his thumbs to slowly work into the knots and kinks she had accumulated from the daily stresses of life. As he worked his way down her spine, each vertebra seemed to release tension, allowing her to sink even deeper into the plush cushions beneath her. As $name's fingers slipped lower, approaching the pronounced curve of her ass, he noticed her legs shifting slightly apart — a non-verbal invitation. $name poured more oil into his hand, letting it warm up for a moment before applying it. His fingers began to massage the soft, pliant flesh of her ass, occasionally drifting closer to her more intimate areas. The combination of his touch and the sensation of the slick oil caused $gf to gasp audibly. <div style="position: relative;"> <img src="images/2/massage1.png" width="312px" height="320px"> </div> $name's hands, now emboldened, explored further. He traced the sensitive area where her thighs met her ass, making $gf shiver with pleasure. Each motion was deliberate, designed to tease and tantalize. Continuing his journey downward, $name devoted ample time to $gf's thighs. Muscles that had been tight and tense now gave way beneath his firm touch. His fingers drifted dangerously close to the apex of her thighs, causing $gf to bite her lip in anticipation. When $name finally reached her feet, he found them to be delicate, soft, yet surprisingly tense. He poured a generous amount of oil, warming it between his hands before gently massaging each toe. $gf's sensitivity to his touch here was palpable; every stroke sent electric jolts up her legs. Amid the symphony of moans and sighs, $gf managed to speak, her voice thick with arousal. <span style="color: pink;">"$name... don't stop,"</span> she pleaded, her words acting as a catalyst, spurring him on to explore even further, leaving no part of her untouched or unexplored. [[Continue with the foot massage]]

$gf gazed down at $name with a hint of mischief in her eyes. <span style="color: pink;">"$name,"</span> she whispered seductively, her voice dripping with anticipation, <span style="color: pink;">"I want you to lick them."</span> The room's atmosphere was thick with tension. $name hesitated for a moment, his eyes transfixed on her glistening feet. He was unprepared for the rush of excitement that surged through him. His breath was shallow, and his heart rate accelerated. He slowly moved closer, feeling the warmth emanating from $gf's skin. <div style="position: relative;"> <img src="images/2/massage2.png" width="450px" height="320px"> </div> He took a deep breath, inhaling the scent of the massage oil combined with her unique aroma. Tentatively, he placed a soft kiss on her ankle before tracing his way down with his tongue, savoring the silky smoothness of her skin. Reaching the sole of her foot, $name flicked his tongue delicately across it. $gf's soft gasp was all the encouragement he needed. Each toe received its due attention, as he sucked and nibbled, moving between them with a growing hunger. $gf's moans filled the room, echoing the growing need they both felt. The taste of her, mixed with the sweetness of the oil, was intoxicating. Every nerve in $name's body was on fire, and he could feel his arousal straining against the fabric of his pants. $name shifted his attention from one foot to the other, ensuring every inch was given the attention it deserved. The world outside faded away, leaving just the two of them and this intense, shared experience. Lost in the sensation, $gf's hands found their way to $name's hair, guiding him and encouraging his eager mouth. <span style="color: pink;">"Oh, $name," </span> she murmured breathlessly. <span style="color: pink;">"Just like that."</span> Feeling her hands in his hair and hearing the pleasure in her voice pushed $name to the brink of his restraint. He continued his sensual assault on her feet, each motion fueled by the undeniable passion between them. [[Continue|Continue19]]

$name's mind raced as $gf took control of the situation. Her foot, pressing deeper into his mouth, commanded his full attention. The taste of her, combined with the salty sheen of the oil, was driving him wild. But when he felt the soft, skillful arch of her other foot gliding over his aroused member, $name felt a new height of sensation he hadn’t experienced before. <div style="position: relative;"> <img src="images/2/massage3.png" width="509px" height="362px"> </div> He moaned around her foot in his mouth, trying to convey the waves of pleasure her touch was sending through him. $gf responded by adjusting the pressure of her foot against him, teasing his length with her toes and arch. She was enjoying the feeling of power, the thrill of having him so vulnerable, yet so completely lost in the moment. The combination of her foot skillfully massaging him and the other lodged in his mouth made $name dizzy with arousal. The rhythmic motion of her foot on his shaft mirrored the pulses of his heartbeat, and he felt every ridge and curve of her foot intensely. $name began to stroke himself in rhythm with her foot's teasing motions, unable to resist the urge to touch himself. He could hear her soft laughter and playful comments, which only heightened his pleasure. <span style="color: pink;">"That's it,"</span> $gf whispered, watching him intently, <span style="color: pink;">"enjoy every second of it." </span> She continued her tantalizing movements, watching $name's expressions change, from shock to pure ecstasy. The room was filled with the sounds of their mutual pleasure: his muffled moans and her soft, encouraging words. [[Go to sleep|Home9]]

//Heyy a quick reminder, that from now on you can train in the gym. //The Day cycle does not have any function, its just so u can check, if you progressed with the story or if ur stuck in some kind of loop.

<div class="bold-link"> [[Check yourself|Check Yourself9]] [[Character Description|Character Description9]] <div style="position: absolute; top: 300px; left: 660px;border: 2px solid white;line-height: 0; z-index: 10;"> <a href="javascript: void(0);" data-passage="Computer4"> <img src="images/back/PC.png" alt="Logo" width="100px" height="100px"/> </a> </div> <div style="position: absolute; top: 450px; left: 660px;border: 2px solid white;line-height: 0; z-index: 10;"> <a href="javascript: void(0);" data-passage="Pet9"> <img src="images/back/Pet.png" alt="Logo" width="100px" height="100px"/> </a> </div> <div style="position: absolute; top: 300px; left: 860px;border: 2px solid white;line-height: 0; z-index: 10;"> <a href="javascript: void(0);" data-passage="Bathroom9"> <img src="images/back/Shower.png" alt="Logo" width="100px" height="100px"/> </a> </div> <<if $horny > 2>> <div style="position: absolute; top: 450px; left: 860px;border: 2px solid white; border: 2px solid white;line-height: 0; z-index: 10;"> <a href="javascript: void(0);" data-passage="Masturbate"> <img src="images/back/Penis.png" alt="Logo" width="100px" height="100px"/> </a> </div> <</if>> <div style="position: absolute; top: 300px; left: 1060px;border: 2px solid white;line-height: 0; z-index: 10;"> <a href="javascript: void(0);" data-passage="Gym7"> <img src="images/back/dumbbell.png" alt="Logo" width="100px" height="100px"/> </a> </div> <<if not $visitedG4>> <div style="position: absolute; top: 450px; left: 1060px;border: 2px solid white; line-height: 0; z-index: 10;"> <a href="javascript: void(0);" data-passage="Garden7"> <img src="images/back/Garden.png" alt="Logo" width="100px" height="100px"/> </a> </div> <<else>> <div style="position: absolute; top: 450px; left: 1060px;border: 2px solid white; line-height: 0; z-index: 10;"> <a href="javascript: void(0);" data-passage="Garden71"> <img src="images/back/Garden.png" alt="Logo" width="100px" height="100px"/> </a> </div> <</if>> <<if $fitness >= 3>> <div style="position: absolute; top: 750px; left: 660px;border: 2px solid white; line-height: 0; z-index: 10;"> <a href="javascript: void(0);" data-passage="Untitled Passage 2"> <img src="images/back/Door.png" alt="Logo" width="100px" height="100px"/> </a> </div> <<else>> <div style="position: absolute; top: 750px; left: 660px;border: 2px solid white; line-height: 0; z-index: 10;"> <a href="javascript: void(0);" data-passage="Filler1"> <img src="images/back/Door.png" alt="Logo" width="100px" height="100px"/> </a> </div> <</if>> <<if $debug>> <div style="position: absolute; top:10px; left:300px; color: red; font-size: 30px;"> 9 </div> <</if>> <<set $currentpov to "You">> <<set $visitedL5 = true>> <<if visited() eq 1>> <<set $day += 1>> <</if>>

<<if $looks lte 0>> Your face has a regular/average appearance with some stubble. <<elseif $looks gt 1 and $looks lt 4>> Your face has a regular/average appearance and you are clean-shaven. <<elseif $looks gt 4>> placeholder. <<else>> Something went wrong with your looks rating. <</if>> <<if $fitness lte 1>> Your chest is flat and a little soft from lack of exercise. I really need to start hitting the Gym again. <<elseif $fitness gt 1 and $fitness lt 4>> Your body is showing some increase in muscle mass, after hitting the gym. <<elseif $fitness gt 4>> Your body starts to look great, your arms, fitness and abs are showing. <<else>> Something went wrong with your looks rating. <</if>> <<if $penis lte 1>> You have an average and hairy penis <<elseif $penis gt 2 and $penis lt 4>> You have an average and hairless penis. <<elseif $penis gt 4>> Your hairless penis is locked in a chastity cage. <<else>> Something went wrong with your looks rating. <</if>> [[Return|Home9]]

<<if $fitness >= 3>> Your Body is killing you, take some rest. [[Go back|Home9]] <<else>> <<set _rand = Math.random()>> <<if ($streakCount >= 4 and $streakType == "success")>> The scent of sweat and the sound of weights clanking filled the gym as $name started his routine. He was feeling good initially, having remembered his recent success and wanting to build upon it. However, today the gym was particularly busy. As he settled onto the bench press, he noticed a group of women, clad in tight gym wear, laughing and working out together. Their cheerful banter and occasional glances in his direction were enough to unsettle him. Instead of focusing on his set, his attention wavered, drifting over to them every now and then. <img src="images\1.6.1\gym1.png" alt="Logo" width="600px" height="300px"/> Attempting to lift the barbell, he found it heavier than he remembered. Distracted and lacking his usual concentration, his arms shook, and he struggled to complete even half of his reps. The session continued in a similar vein. Every exercise was a battle between his determination to train and the distraction of the women. By the end, $name felt frustrated and defeated. He had hardly broken a sweat and hadn’t achieved any of the goals he'd set for himself. As he left the gym, he made a mental note to pick less busy hours for his workouts and to maybe even consider listening to music or a podcast to help maintain his focus. [[Home|Home9]] <<set $streakCount = 1>> <<set $streakType = "failure">> <<elseif ($streakCount >= 4 and $streakType == "failure")>> $name stepped into the gym, a surge of determination flowing through him. He could still remember that humiliating day in the garden, and it had become the fuel to his motivation. Today, he was focused. As he moved towards the weight section, he tightened his grip on the dumbbells, setting his mind on the goal at hand. Sure, there were women at the gym — many of them fit and attractive, but today, $name's gaze was fixed on the mirror in front of him, watching his own form and progress. The burn in his muscles was a good pain, reminding him of the growth he was achieving with each rep. The day went exceptionally well. By the end of his workout session, $name felt invigorated and proud, having added more weight to his usual sets and even pushing himself to try some new exercises. [[Home|Home9]] <<set $fitness += 1>> <<set $streakCount = 1>> <<set $streakType = "success">> <<elseif _rand <= 0.40>> $name stepped into the gym, a surge of determination flowing through him. He could still remember that humiliating day in the garden, and it had become the fuel to his motivation. Today, he was focused. As he moved towards the weight section, he tightened his grip on the dumbbells, setting his mind on the goal at hand. Sure, there were women at the gym — many of them fit and attractive, but today, $name's gaze was fixed on the mirror in front of him, watching his own form and progress. The burn in his muscles was a good pain, reminding him of the growth he was achieving with each rep. The day went exceptionally well. By the end of his workout session, $name felt invigorated and proud, having added more weight to his usual sets and even pushing himself to try some new exercises. <span style="color:green; font-weight:bold;">+1 Fitness</span> [[Home|Home9]] <<if $streakType == "success">> <<set $streakCount += 1>> <<else>> <<set $streakCount = 1>> <<set $streakType = "success">> <</if>> <<set $fitness += 1>> <<else>> The scent of sweat and the sound of weights clanking filled the gym as $name started his routine. He was feeling good initially, having remembered his recent success and wanting to build upon it. However, today the gym was particularly busy. As he settled onto the bench press, he noticed a group of women, clad in tight gym wear, laughing and working out together. Their cheerful banter and occasional glances in his direction were enough to unsettle him. Instead of focusing on his set, his attention wavered, drifting over to them every now and then. <<set _randomChoice to random(1, 10)>> <<if _randomChoice <= 5>>  <img src="images\1.6.1\gym2.png" alt="gym2" width="300px" height="500px"> <<else>>  <img src="images\1.6.1\gym1.png" alt="Logo" width="500px" height="300px"/> <</if>> Attempting to lift the barbell, he found it heavier than he remembered. Distracted and lacking his usual concentration, his arms shook, and he struggled to complete even half of his reps. The session continued in a similar vein. Every exercise was a battle between his determination to train and the distraction of the women. By the end, $name felt frustrated and defeated. He had hardly broken a sweat and hadn’t achieved any of the goals he'd set for himself. As he left the gym, he made a mental note to pick less busy hours for his workouts and to maybe even consider listening to music or a podcast to help maintain his focus. [[Home|Home9]] <<if $streakType == "failure">> <<set $streakCount += 1>> <<else>> <<set $streakCount = 1>> <<set $streakType = "failure">> <</if>> <</if>> <</if>>

<<if visited() eq 1>> The sun was blazing overhead, making the work in the garden even more strenuous. $name was doing his best to help $gf with various tasks, enjoying their time together, even though the work was hard. But when $gf pointed at a heavy tree trunk that needed relocating, $name hesitated. The trunk was thick and looked incredibly heavy, but he wanted to prove to $gf that he could handle it. He bent down, gripping the trunk from its base, trying to leverage it upward. But even with all his strength, it barely budged. Beads of sweat formed on his forehead as he strained and grunted, trying again and again, but to no avail. $gf, watching him struggle, felt a mix of sympathy and frustration. She wanted the trunk moved, and $name's repeated failed attempts were not helping. Just then, she spotted Luke working in his garden. He was shirtless, his toned muscles glistening in the sun, highlighting his athletic build. <span style="color: pink;">"Hey, Luke!"</span> $gf called out, raising her hand to shield her eyes from the sun. <span style="color: pink;">"Would you mind giving us a hand?"</span> $name felt a pang of embarrassment as Luke looked over, noticing the situation. Without a word, Luke walked over, assessing the trunk. With a firm grip and a few quick adjustments, he managed to hoist the trunk and relocate it to $gf's desired spot with seemingly little effort. <span style="color: #1BE8A1 ;">"There you go,"</span> Luke said with a smile, wiping his hands. <span style="color: pink;">"Thank you, Luke,"</span> $gf replied, her eyes lingering on him for a second longer than necessary. <span style="color: pink;">"I knew I could count on you."</span> Turning to $name, her tone changed to playful sarcasm. <span style="color: pink;">"See? That's how it's done."</span> $name's face flushed with embarrassment, feeling emasculated by his inability to move the trunk, especially in comparison to Luke. The weight of the trunk was nothing compared to the weight of his wounded pride. <span style="color: orange;">"That's it,"</span> $name muttered, more to himself than anyone else. <span style="color: orange;">"I'm hitting the gym."</span> $gf, noticing his determination, gave him a supportive squeeze on the arm. <span style="color: pink;">"It's not about competing, $name. But if it's something you want to do for yourself, I'm right behind you."</span>" But for $name, the sight of Luke lifting the trunk so easily combined with $gf's teasing remarks became the motivation he needed to push himself harder and strive for a stronger physique. It was a turning point, igniting a newfound determination and commitment to personal growth. <<set $visitedG4 = true>> [[Continue|Home9]] <<else>> Its to cold to go outside [[Stay inside|Home9]] <</if>>

//You promised to train more... Go to the gym but don't get distracted (Hint: It could take some tries at the Gym(u need 3 fitness)) [[Return|Home9]]

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<<if $timeOfDay == "Morning">> <img src="images/1.6.1/morning.png" alt="Morning" width="90" height="75"> <<elseif $timeOfDay == "Noon">> <img src="images/1.6.1/noon.png" alt="Noon" width="90" height="75"> <<elseif $timeOfDay == "Evening">> <img src="images/1.6.1/evening.png" alt="Evening" width="90" height="75"> <<else>>  <img src="images/1.6.1/night.png" alt="Night" width="90" height="75"> <</if>>

<img src="images\back\phone.png" alt="Logo" width="200px" height="300px" class="float-right "> $name's phone buzzed softly on the bedside table, piercing the dim morning haze. He groggily reached for it, the screen illuminating a reminder that jolted him awake: <span style="color: red;">*Help Logan move*. It's today!</span> He glanced at $gf, her form gently rising and falling with her peaceful breaths, her hair splayed across the pillow. Not wanting to disrupt her rest, $name carefully extricated himself from the sheets. The soft hum of the house accompanied him as he quietly made his way to the wardrobe. Pulling on a pair of comfortable jeans and a simple tee, he tried to recall the last time he had interacted with Logan. It had been a while. He grabbed his sneakers, lacing them up securely. He knew he'd be doing a lot of heavy lifting today. His phone buzzed again as he headed to the kitchen for a quick breakfast. Pausing to check it, he noticed a message from Logan's number, but the wording made him raise an eyebrow. The text read: <span style="color: #B10CEE;">"Eager for you to come and 'help' us."</span> The peculiar emphasis on 'help' and the fact it came from Jenny was odd. She had never messaged him from Logan's phone before. $name took a moment to process this, then shook off the thought. He quickly typed out a reply, confirming he was on his way. The reply was swift, a simple smiley face emoji. He paused again, feeling a curious mix of excitement and confusion. Shaking his head, he grabbed a banana and a coffee-to-go, heading out to his car. The morning sun was gentle, casting a golden hue over everything. The drive to Logan's place was short, only about ten minutes, but the anticipation made it seem longer. $name couldn't help but wonder what the day held in store for him. The peculiar text kept playing in his mind as he pulled up to Logan's home, feeling a mix of excitement and nerves for the day's events. [[Step out of the Car]] <<if visited() eq 1>> <<set $day += 1>> <</if>> <<set $horny = 0>>

As $name stepped out of his car, the first thing that caught his attention was the size of the moving truck. It was massive, and from the looks of it, completely packed with furniture, boxes, and various household items. <img src="images\1.6.2\box.png" alt="Logo" width="300px" height="200px" class="float-right "> A pang of regret hit him, wondering if he had bitten off more than he could chew by offering his assistance. Maybe it was going to be a longer day than he had anticipated. However, all those concerns quickly dissipated when he spotted Jenny. The sight of her stopped him dead in his tracks. The hot pants she wore clung to her perfectly, emphasizing her toned legs, and her top left little to the imagination, revealing her tanned and toned midriff. $name felt a lump in his throat, finding it difficult to breathe. The sun seemed to pick out highlights on her skin, making her glow. <img src="images\1.6.2\jenny1.png" alt="Logo" width="400px" height="560px"> She looked absolutely stunning, a stark contrast to the mundane backdrop of moving boxes and the quiet suburban street. Her hair was tousled from the summer breeze, and her smile was bright and welcoming. Caught in his trance, $name was jolted back to reality when Jenny waved at him from across the yard <span style="color: #B10CEE ;">"Hey, $name! Over here!"</span> she called out, her voice melodic and playful. $name, realizing he'd been caught staring, cleared his throat and managed a weak, <span style="color: orange;">"Hey, Jenny. I... uh... came to help."</span> He mentally kicked himself for the awkwardness in his voice. Jenny seemed to pick up on his nervousness but instead of drawing attention to it, she sauntered over and threw her arms around him for a tight hug. The feeling of her body, warm from the sun and slightly sweaty from the day's labor, pressed against his made his heart race. The scent of her sunblock mixed with her natural fragrance was intoxicating. She pulled back slightly, her hands resting on his shoulders, and grinned at him. <span style="color: #B10CEE ;">"Glad you could make it,"</span> she said, her eyes twinkling mischievously. <span style="color: #B10CEE ;">"We could definitely use some strong hands today."</span> $name gulped, trying to find his voice again. <span style="color: red;">+1 Horny</span> <hr> [[Continue to stare]] [[Ask where Logan is]] <<set $horny += 1>>

$name's gaze lingered a touch too long on Jenny's figure, his eyes tracing the curve of her hips and the slight shimmer of sweat on her collarbone. It was involuntary, a reaction he couldn't quite control in the presence of such allure. <img src="images\1.6.2\jenny2.png" alt="Logo" width="275px" height="400px"> Jenny caught his lingering stare, and with a teasing chuckle, she tilted her head, her lips curving into a playful smirk. "<span style="color: #B10CEE ;">"Found anything interesting?"</span> she asked, her voice dripping with amusement. $name's face flushed a deep shade of red, realizing he'd been so openly caught. <span style="color: orange;">"I, uh... was just... admiring your... choice of moving attire,"</span>he managed to stammer out, trying to recover with some semblance of dignity. Jenny's laugh was light and bubbly. <span style="color: #B10CEE ;">"It's a hot day, $name,"</span> she responded with a playful wink. <span style="color: #B10CEE ;">"Figured I'd dress for the weather. But thanks for noticing."</span> Feeling a mixture of embarrassment and excitement, $name cleared his throat, eager to change the topic. <span style="color: orange;">"So, where do we start with the move?"</span> he asked, grateful for any distraction. <span style="color: red;">+1 Horny</span> <hr> [[Ask where Logan is]] [[Stare as she goes]] <<set $horny += 1>>

Jenny, still smirking, gestured toward the truck. <span style="color: #B10CEE ;">"Logan's inside. Let's get you set up."</span> She turned and started walking towards the house, giving $name a clear view of her swaying hips. <img src="images\1.6.2\jenny3.png" alt="Logo" width="250px" height="400px"> <hr> [[Look at her ass]] [[Restrain yourself]]

As they walked, $name found his gaze involuntarily sliding down to Jenny's posterior. The hotpants she was wearing left very little to the imagination, hugging her curves in all the right places. The way they sat on her hips, the gentle sway of her walk, every little movement seemed to beckon his attention. <img src="images\1.6.2\jenny4.png" alt="Logo" width="275px" height="400px"> It wasn't just the sight, but the subtle sound too; the faint rustling of the fabric with each step seemed to amplify the temptation. He could sense the warmth radiating from her sun-kissed skin, almost feeling it brush against his own. The distraction was almost hypnotic, but $name kept reminding himself to be respectful and professional. Upon reaching Logan, Jenny turned around, catching $name's lingering gaze. She smirked, <span style="color: #B10CEE ;">"Enjoying the view, $name?"</span> She teased. $name's face reddened, but before he could fumble an apology, Logan jumped in with a laugh, <span style="color: #EEE70C ;">"Can't blame you, mate. I'd be staring too if I were in your shoes. Anyway, let's get started, shall we?"</span> <span style="color: red;">+1 Horny</span> [[Start working]] <<set $horny += 1>>

$name's determination to not let Jenny's choice of outfit sidetrack him was clear. He kept his gaze steadily forward, avoiding even the briefest downward glance. He was here to help Logan, and that's what he was going to focus on. However, as they continued their short journey to Logan, $name could sense a change in Jenny's demeanor. He caught a glimpse of a disappointed pout on her lips from the corner of his eye. Upon reaching Logan, Jenny gave $name a teasingly mock-hurt look. "You didn't like the outfit? I wore it just for today." $name smiled sheepishly, "It's not that, Jenny. I'm just trying to stay focused on helping you guys move." Logan, picking up on the playful tension, laughed, "Come on, Jenny. Not everyone's a fan of the 'distraction' approach. Besides, we've got a lot of work ahead. Thanks for coming, $name." [[Start working]]

$name's eyes were glued to Jenny as she strutted away, every movement of her hips accentuating the curve of her buttocks in those sinfully tight hotpants. He could feel a warmth and tightness forming in his trousers, a physical manifestation of his rising desire. Without even realizing it, his hand went down and began to subtly rub against the prominent bulge forming, trying to provide some temporary relief to the pressure building up. <img src="images\1.6.2\jenny3.png" alt="Logo" width="250px" height="400px"> The morning sun casting its golden hue on her bronzed skin, combined with her flirty gestures, made Jenny look even more tantalizing. She glanced over her shoulder, catching $name in his stolen moment. Her lips formed a playful smirk, knowing full well the effect she was having on him. With a teasing flick of her hair, she disappeared into the house, leaving $name to grapple with the cocktail of emotions and physical reactions he was experiencing. <span style="color: red;">+1 Horny</span> <hr> [[Ask where Logan is]] [[Look for Logan yourself]] <<set $horny += 1>>

<img src="images\1.6.2\box.png" alt="Logo" width="300px" height="200px" class="float-right "> $name carefully navigated through the maze of packed boxes and scattered furniture in the living room, making his way further inside the house in search of Logan. As he neared the back rooms, the soft murmur of a voice caught his attention. Drawing closer, he recognized it as Logan's. <hr> [[Spy on him]] [[Respect his privacy]]

He wasn't intentionally trying to eavesdrop, but his curiosity got the better of him. Pressing his ear lightly against the slightly ajar door, he tuned into the conversation. <span style="color: #EEE70C ;">"...Yeah, she's wearing that outfit I told you about. It's driving her little helper wild, if you know what I mean,"</span> Logan chuckled, the pride evident in his voice. $name's heart rate quickened, realizing they might be discussing Jenny's attire and perhaps, indirectly, his reaction to it. <span style="color: #EEE70C ;">"Of course, it's all just a bit of fun. You know how Jenny loves to tease,"</span> Logan continued, amusement dripping from his words. There was a pause, the sound of soft laughter from the other end of the line, then Logan added, <span style="color: #EEE70C ;">"Yeah, I can't wait either. We'll have to swap stories later."</span> $name pulled back, his face flushing with a mix of embarrassment and excitement. He couldn't believe what he had just overheard. Gathering his composure, he knocked on the door, pretending to have just arrived. Logan finished his call and greeted $name with a casual smile, completely unaware that $name had overheard his conversation. <span style="color: red;">+1 Horny</span> [[Start working]] <<set $horny += 1>>

$name not willing to invade Logan's privacy like that, makes some noices, to inform Logan he is here. [[Start working]]

$name and Logan threw themselves into the labor-intensive process of moving. Boxes filled with books, dishes, clothes, and all the other small items that make up a household were lugged in. Every so often, one of them would have to maneuver a particularly bulky piece of furniture through a doorframe, or up the stairs, calling for coordination and teamwork. As they worked, they shared casual banter about their lives, the neighborhood, and other mundane topics. The sun climbed higher in the sky, and sweat began to drench their shirts. Logan occasionally wiped his brow and chuckled, <span style="color: #EEE70C ;">"Moving's always more work than you remember, huh?"</span> $name agreed, breathing heavily, <span style="color: orange;">"Definitely. Makes me appreciate professionals."</span> Throughout the move, Jenny would pop up now and then. Sometimes she brought them cold drinks, other times offering words of encouragement, or even just to tease them playfully. As the morning turned to noon and half of the boxes were set down, $name took a moment to catch his breath. <hr> [[Write a message to your Gf]] <<if $horny >= 1>> [[Sneak some glances at Jenny]] <<else>> //You are not horny enough to sneak some glances at Jenny <</if>> <<if $horny >= 2>> [[Openly look at Jenny]] <<else>> //You are not horny enough to openly look at Jenny <</if>>

Taking advantage of a brief lull in the hard work, $name sat on one of the unpacked boxes, trying to catch his breath. A bottle of water was clutched in his hand, cool droplets sliding down the outside and dampening his fingers. Despite the break, he found it hard to relax completely, especially given the tantalizing presence of Jenny. She was on the other side of the room, bending over to pull something from a box. The position, whether intentional or not, gave $name an enticing view of her cleavage, which seemed even more pronounced due to the bikini top she was wearing. As he inadvertently sneaked a few glances in her direction, Jenny looked up, her eyes meeting $name's. <img src="images\1.6.2\jenny5.png" alt="Logo" width="275px" height="400px"> Instead of looking away or appearing embarrassed, Jenny smirked, subtly shifting in a way that enhanced the view for a fleeting moment. A teasing glint shone in her eyes, as if she enjoyed the effect she was having on $name. Flushed, $name quickly looked away, trying to concentrate on his water and the task ahead. [[Logan says something to Jenny]]

$name, weary from hours of lifting and organizing, leaned against a wall, letting the cool surface soothe his sweaty skin. He couldn't help but watch Jenny as she moved around the room. Her hotpants clung to her curves, and the bikini top left very little to the imagination. $name's eyes roamed over her, taking in every detail, the heat in his face only partially from exertion. Jenny seemed to sense his gaze, her eyes flicking up to meet his. Instead of turning away, $name held her gaze, his expression making it clear he was appreciating the view. A wicked smirk slowly formed on Jenny's lips, and, in a bold move, she briefly pulled down her bikini top, flashing her breasts at him. <img src="images\1.6.2\jenny6.png" alt="Logo" width="400px" height="270px"> $name's eyes widened, taken aback by the brazen display. He felt a rush of heat, and an undeniable tightness formed in his pants. The moment was broken as Jenny laughed softly and adjusted her bikini top back into place, leaving $name flustered and trying to inconspicuously adjust his growing discomfort. [[Logan says something to Jenny]]

The sun was casting long shadows across the yard, indicating the day was gradually winding down. $name, trying to catch his breath from all the hard work, spotted Logan approaching Jenny. Their hushed conversation seemed intriguing, yet $name couldn’t make out the words. However, when Logan whispered something into Jenny's ear and she broke into a mischievous grin, $name felt an odd tension in the air. Before he could further contemplate the situation, Jenny approached him with purpose, her hips swaying confidently. <span style="color: #B10CEE ;">"You've been quite the helper today,"</span> she purred, looking $name up and down. <span style="color: #B10CEE ;">"I think you deserve a little... reward."</span> As she uttered the last word, her hand reached out, swiftly making contact with $name's crotch. The unexpected touch caught him off guard, his body reacting involuntarily as a jolt of arousal surged through him. Jenny's grin grew wider, her eyes flicking down to where her hand was now gently squeezing him through his pants. <span style="color: #B10CEE ;">"Well, well,"</span> she mused, her voice dripping with amusement. <span style="color: #B10CEE ;">"It seems someone's quite excited."</span> $name tried to respond, but words failed him. The combined surprise and stimulation had rendered him practically speechless. Noticing his flustered state, Jenny decided to push the boundaries even further. With a sultry look, she slowly undid her bikini top, letting it fall to the ground, revealing her bare chest. <img src="images\1.6.2\jenny6.png" alt="Logo" width="400px" height="270px"> <span style="color: #B10CEE ;">"Why don't you touch your reward?"</span> she teased, her voice sultry, her eyes daring him to act. [[You are too horny, you can't resist]]

<img src="images\back\phone.png" alt="Logo" width="200px" height="300px" class="float-right "> $name took a brief respite from the moving labor, finding a shady spot in the yard. Extracting his phone from his pocket, he noticed a streak of dirt on the screen and wiped it clean with the bottom of his shirt. Opening his messaging app, he typed a message to $gf. $name: <span style="color: orange;">"Hey $gf, just taking a quick break. This moving stuff is hard work. How's your day going?"</span> He hit send, placing the phone on his lap and looking up at the clear sky, hoping for a quick response. The slight breeze helped to cool him down, though his thoughts kept drifting back to Jenny. [[Logan says something to Jenny]]

$name is sitting with $gf on the couch and they watch tv, when suddenly $gf gets a message from Luke their neighbour asking them if they would like to come to his barbeque. [[You accept|Barbecue]] <<set $visitedG3 = false>>

$name's fingers made hesitant contact with Jenny's breast, marveling at the softness contrasted by the hard points of her nipples. The sun and heat had made her skin warm and slightly slick to the touch, amplifying the sensation. Lost in the haze of desire, $name was barely aware when Jenny took his hand, leading him with a promise in her eyes. The cool interior of the house was a stark contrast to the blazing sun outside. The dim light created an intimate ambiance, further heightening the already charged atmosphere. Jenny looked back, locking eyes with $name, as she led him further in, her other hand reaching behind to unbutton her shorts. She turned a corner, guiding $name into a bedroom. The room was bathed in a soft glow, thanks to the curtains filtering the afternoon sun. <span style="color: #B10CEE ;">"Now,"</span> Jenny began, her voice sultry, <span style="color: #B10CEE ;">"let's see how you claim your reward."</span> Before $name could even comprehend the situation, he heard a soft sound behind him. Turning, he saw Logan, leaning against the door frame, his expression unreadable. [[She pulls your pants down]]

In the dim light, Jenny's eyes sparkled mischievously as she observed $name's growing arousal. The mix of fear, surprise, and sheer desire was evident on his face, making the situation even more tantalizing for her. With a wicked grin, she knelt down before him, brushing her fingers over his thighs, watching as the goosebumps spread across his skin. Bringing her face close, she took a moment to tease him by blowing a gentle stream of air on the tip. $name gasped involuntarily, the sensation causing his already sensitive member to twitch in anticipation. Jenny's tongue darted out, delicately sampling the pre-cum that beaded at the head. <span style="color: #B10CEE ;">"Mmm,"</span> she murmured, making it obvious that she approved. Before $name could form a coherent thought, she enclosed the head with her lips, enveloping him in a warmth that sent a shock of pleasure straight to his core. Logan watched from the shadows, an enigmatic smirk on his face as he observed $name's vulnerability and Jenny's playful domination. $name's eyes fluttered closed, getting lost in the sensation, but every so often they'd dart to Logan, reminding him of the voyeuristic nature of the encounter. Jenny took her time, exploring $name with her tongue, savoring each reaction she could draw out of him. Her hands roamed his body, ensuring he was entirely lost in the sensation. <img src="images\1.6.2\jenny7.png" alt="Logo" width="400px" height="270px"> Just as $name felt he was about to reach the point of no return, Jenny pulled away, leaving him panting and desperate. She stood up, smirking, and said, <span style="color: #B10CEE ;">"Now that was just a taste. How about we see what else you've got in store?"</span> [[Continue|Continue21]]

$name's mind raced with conflicting emotions. The electrifying touch of Jenny was undeniable, yet the thought of $gf weighed heavily on his mind. His conscience was fighting to get the better of him, but his body had other plans. Jenny, seeing his hesitation, tilted her head with a devious smirk. <span style="color: #B10CEE ;">"What's the matter, $name? Don't you want me?"</span> Her voice was a sultry whisper, laden with challenge. $name tried to muster a reply, but Jenny silenced him by pressing her lips against his. The kiss was hungry, demanding, and filled with a passion that left him breathless. As their mouths explored each other, Jenny's hands wandered over his body, finding sensitive spots and teasing them relentlessly. She stepped back momentarily, her fingers deftly unbuttoning her shorts and letting them slide to the floor, revealing a skimpy lace thong that left very little to the imagination. Her eyes never left $name's, challenging him to look away. <img src="images\1.6.2\jenny8.png" alt="Logo" width="480px" height="630px"> Unable to resist, $name's hands reached out to touch her, tracing the curves of her hips and the softness of her inner thighs. Jenny leaned into his touch, her breath catching as his fingers brushed against her most intimate parts. Pushing him onto the bed, Jenny straddled him, the lace of her thong teasing against his arousal. She rocked her hips, the friction driving them both wild. $name's hands gripped her waist, his nails digging into her skin, torn between the urge to stop and the overwhelming desire to continue. Feeling $name's hesitation, Jenny took control, guiding him inside her. The sensation was overwhelming, the tight warmth of her enveloping him completely. They found a rhythm, each thrust bringing them closer to the edge. <img src="images\1.6.2\jenny9.png" alt="Logo" width="350px" height="475px"> name's thoughts of $gf became distant, replaced by the pure physical ecstasy of the moment. He lost himself in Jenny's moans, her nails raking his back as their pace quickened. But as the climax approached, a pang of guilt hit him. He tried to pull away, but Jenny tightened her grip on him, her eyes pleading for him to continue. The combination of her warmth, the intensity of their connection, and the taboo of the situation pushed him over the edge. [[What is Logan doing?]]

As Logan slipped away from the bedroom, his footsteps were almost silent, barely audible over the increasingly fervent sounds of Jenny and $name's rendezvous. He made his way towards $name's house, his intentions mysterious but laden with intrigue. Upon reaching the door, he pressed the bell, hearing its echo within. Moments later, $gf, slightly disheveled in a house dress, opened the door with a puzzled look. <span style="color: pink;">"Logan? What are you doing here?"</span> He just flashed a sly grin, his gaze descending for a brief moment to appreciate the gentle sway of her hips as she moved. <span style="color: #EEE70C ;">"Just thought I'd drop by. Is it a bad time?"</span> She seemed momentarily conflicted but eventually stepped aside to let him in. <span style="color: pink;">"Not at all,"</span> $gf replied, her voice soft, <span style="color: pink;">"I just wasn't expecting you."</span> As they walked towards the kitchen, Logan couldn't help but let his eyes drift to $gf's curvaceous figure, lingering on her ass as they moved. She was alluring in her own unique way, different from Jenny but captivating nonetheless. Inside the kitchen, Logan took a seat, trying to appear casual. $gf fetched a glass of water for him, the tension in the room palpable. The stage was set for whatever game Logan had in mind. [[Logan has a Video to show]]

Logan, with a hint of mischief in his eyes, retrieved his phone from his pocket and flicked through a few files. <span style="color: #EEE70C ;">"$gf, there's something you should see."</span> She raised an eyebrow, curious and cautious all at once. <span style="color: pink;">"What is it?"</span> Without answering, he played a video on his phone and turned the screen towards her. $gf's eyes widened in shock as she saw the intimate image of $name, her $name, with Jenny, her lips wrapped around him. The sound was muted, but the visuals were clear and explicit. A rush of emotions bombarded $gf. Betrayal, anger, sadness, and oddly, a growing heat between her thighs. She tried to speak, but words failed her. Logan watched her reaction closely, a satisfied grin playing on his lips. <span style="color: #EEE70C ;">"Surprising, isn't it?"</span> She took a deep breath, attempting to gather herself. <span style="color: pink;">"Why... why are you showing me this?"</span> He leaned in closer, the air between them charged with tension. <span style="color: #EEE70C ;">"I thought you should know the kind of games Jenny likes to play. And apparently, your husband seemed to be quite... involved."</span> $gf was torn. Part of her wanted to cry, to lash out at Logan, and to confront $name. But the other part, the part that was feeling the warmth growing in her core. The mingling feelings of jealousy, hurt, and arousal created a confusing concoction within her. [[Logan has something to say]]

Logan smirked, looking her directly in the eyes. <span style="color: #EEE70C ;">"$name seemed to think I should get the same treatment from you that he's getting from Jenny."</span> $gf’s eyes widened, a mixture of disbelief and shock. <span style="color: pink;">"That's... that's impossible. $name would never suggest something like that."</span> Logan's gaze grew more intense, as he pulled out his phone, playing the video where Jenny was intimately engaged with $name. $gf's face turned crimson as she watched, her emotions a storm of confusion, anger, and a reluctant arousal. Her voice wavered, <span style="color: pink;">"Why are you showing me this?"</span> Logan leaned closer, his warm breath tickling her ear, <span style="color: #EEE70C ;">"To show you what's happening right now. And to offer you an alternative."</span> He looked her up and down, appraisingly, before settling his gaze on her flushed face. $gf, her face a portrait of conflicting emotions, whispered, <span style="color: pink;">"And what would that alternative be?"</span> Logan's grin grew even wider, <span style="color: #EEE70C ;">"I thought we might get to know each other a bit better."</span> [[She agrees...]]

Logan, with a sly smirk, began to unbuckle his belt, making each movement deliberate and slow, adding to the tension of the moment. The soft sound of the leather sliding free from the loops echoed in the silent room. $gf's eyes were fixated, a mix of anxiety and anticipation evident in them. With one last teasingly slow motion, Logan pushed his pants down to his ankles, revealing his impressive member. It stood erect, thick and commanding. The sheer size of it made $gf's breath catch in her throat. She had never seen anything quite like it. Compared to $name's, Logan's was notably thicker, and slightly longer. The sight was both intimidating and alluring. $gf's eyes widened, and she subconsciously licked her lips. Noticing her reaction, Logan grinned. <span style="color: #EEE70C ;">"Impressed?"</span> A flush spread across $gf's cheeks. Her voice was barely above a whisper as she responded, <span style="color: pink;">"It's... massive."</span> His cocky demeanor grew even more pronounced. <span style="color: #EEE70C ;">"Want a closer look?"</span> Without waiting for a reply, he stepped closer, bringing the weight of his arousal right within $gf's reach. She hesitated for a moment, then, guided by a mix of curiosity and arousal, extended her hand to touch it. The feel of its heat and pulsing made her gasp softly. [[Continue|Continue22]]

The proximity of Logan's member released a musky scent, one that was distinctly masculine and utterly intoxicating. The heady aroma wafted to $gf's nostrils, causing her to take a deep breath. There was something animalistic about it, something raw and virile that she hadn't ever noticed with $name. As she inhaled, her body instinctively responded. A warmth spread through her, pooling between her legs. The moisture built, a testament to her mounting arousal. It was a sensation she wasn't expecting, and the sudden awareness of her own wetness made her face flush even deeper. Cautiously, she moved closer, her face inches from Logan's arousal. The scent was stronger now, enveloping her in a haze of lust. Her mind raced, thoughts of fidelity clashing with the immediate and potent desire she felt. Feeling her hesitance, Logan whispered, his voice deep and seductive, <span style="color: #EEE70C ;">"Go on, taste it."</span> Her heartbeat drummed loudly in her ears, but the temptation was overpowering. Guided by her newfound curiosity and the intoxicating aroma, $gf tentatively extended her tongue, taking the first taste. <img src="images\1.6.2\jenny10.jpg" alt="Logo" width="400px" height="270px"> [[Lick it more]]

Caught in the moment, $gf couldn't resist. Her lips parted, and she drew Logan's thick shaft into her mouth. Each inch she took made her more aware of its girth, stretching her lips and filling her mouth completely. Her tongue swirled around the head, tasting the salty precum that oozed from the tip. Her hand reached up to stroke the base, fingers barely touching each other around its thickness. The veiny texture, the pulsing heat against her palms, everything felt intoxicatingly forbidden. <img src="images\1.6.2\jenny11.jpg" alt="Logo" width="400px" height="270px"> The sound of her slurping and sucking echoed in the room, broken occasionally by soft moans as she got more engrossed in her task. Every now and then, she would pull back, letting her lips drag along his length, only to take him deep again, each time trying to take just a bit more. Completely engrossed in her task, she failed to notice Logan's subtle movements. He had managed to discreetly pull out his phone, capturing her every move. The way her lips hugged his member, the glossy shine of her saliva as she worked him with fervor, and the lustful glint in her eyes as she looked up, lost in her passion. Logan smirked, keeping the phone steady, making sure he captured every detail. $gf, completely unaware, continued to pleasure him, each stroke, each suck, unknowingly recorded for posterity. [[Continue|Continue23]]

As $gf worked her magic, drawing Logan into a realm of ecstasy, the sudden chiming of his phone broke the spell. He looked at the screen, eyes widening as he read the urgent message. <span style="color: #EEE70C ;">"I need to go,"</span> he mumbled, pulling away from her grasp and quickly tucking himself back into his pants. $gf sat there, a mix of shock and frustration painted on her face, her cheeks flushed with arousal. The warm dampness between her legs and the lingering taste of Logan on her lips reminded her of the unfinished business between them. Feeling that tingling sensation, that desperate yearning for release, she lay back on the couch. Her fingers found their way to her collarbone, trailing downwards, past her breasts, her stomach, and finally reaching the heat of her core. Her thoughts raced back to Logan's thick shaft. She imagined it, pulsating and ready for her. Slowly, her fingers began to work in tandem with her fantasies. Circular motions over her sensitive bud, interspersed with deep, penetrative thrusts. Every touch and motion were intensified by the vivid imagery of Logan in her mind. <img src="images\1.6.2\jenny12.jpg" alt="Logo" width="300px" height="500px"> She could almost feel him, the weight of his body atop hers, the way he would fill her. The thought sent a surge of pleasure coursing through her body, making her arch her back and let out soft moans. She continued, lost in her own world of fantasy, seeking the climax she was denied earlier. The memory of Logan's thick, intoxicating member remained the driving force, propelling her to heights of ecstasy she hadn't felt in a long time. [[Someone comes]]

$name's entrance was quiet, but the creak of the front door was enough to jolt $gf out of her lustful haze. Her eyes snapped open to find $name standing in the doorway, a mix of shock, confusion, and a hint of arousal evident in his gaze. He took in the scene — his wife, flushed and panting, fingers still buried deep within herself. <span style="color: orange;">"$gf?"</span> $name's voice was a hoarse whisper, clearly taken aback by the unexpected sight. Caught off guard and feeling a rush of embarrassment, $gf quickly withdrew her hand and tried to cover herself with a nearby cushion. <span style="color: pink;">"$name! I... I didn't hear you come in."</span> He stepped closer, eyes searching hers, trying to read the situation. <span style="color: orange;">"What... what got you so worked up?"</span> $name asked, his voice laced with a curious mix of jealousy and intrigue. $gf's heart raced, memories of Logan's video and the subsequent act flashing in her mind. She couldn't possibly tell $name the truth. "<span style="color: pink;">"I... I was just thinking about... you,"</span> she lied, hoping her voice didn't betray her. <span style="color: pink;">"Just some fantasies, you know?"</span> $name raised an eyebrow, a smirk forming on his lips. <span style="color: orange;">"Really? About me?"</span> $gf nodded, trying to regain some semblance of control over the situation. <span style="color: pink;">"Yes, just missing you and thinking about us,"</span> she said, attempting to deflect. For a moment, $name looked like he might press further, but then he sighed, the tension in his shoulders dropping. <span style="color: orange;">"Well, I'm here now,"</span> he said, moving closer to the couch, his intentions clear in his eyes. [[She denies him]]

<span style="color: pink;">"$name,"</span> $gf said quickly, trying to mask her breathlessness. <span style="color: pink;">"Can you do me a favor? I just remembered we're out of...umm... milk. Can you run to the store and grab some?"</span> $name blinked in surprise, his eyes darting from $gf's flushed face to her disheveled state. <span style="color: orange;">"Right now? But I thought we could spend some time together..."</span> She cut him off, <span style="color: pink;">"I really need it for the morning. Please? It'll just be a quick run."</span> He looked a bit skeptical, but he could tell $gf was insistent. <span style="color: orange;">"Alright, alright,"</span> he sighed, <span style="color: orange;">"I'll go. Just give me a second."</span> $gf watched as he went to fetch his car keys and wallet, feeling a mixture of guilt and relief. As the door closed behind $name, $gf laid back onto the couch. With thoughts of Logan's girth and the sensations she had experienced, she resumed where she had left off, letting herself get lost in the pleasure. [[Continue|Home10]]

<<replace "#story-caption">>Current POV: <span id="currentpovColor">$currentpov</span><</replace>> <hr> <span style="color: red;">Horny</span>: $horny <span style="color: red;">Corruption GF</span>: $corruptionw <<include "DayImage">> <<include "TimeImages">> $timeOfDay <img src="images\Logo1Ui.png" alt="No Limit" />

<div class="bold-link"> [[Check yourself|Check Yourself10]] [[Character Description|Character Description10]] <div style="position: absolute; top: 300px; left: 660px;border: 2px solid white;line-height: 0; z-index: 10;"> <a href="javascript: void(0);" data-passage="Computer4"> <img src="images/back/PC.png" alt="Logo" width="100px" height="100px"/> </a> </div> <div style="position: absolute; top: 450px; left: 660px;border: 2px solid white;line-height: 0; z-index: 10;"> <a href="javascript: void(0);" data-passage="Pet10"> <img src="images/back/Pet.png" alt="Logo" width="100px" height="100px"/> </a> </div> <<if not $visitedL6a>> <div style="position: absolute; top: 300px; left: 860px;border: 2px solid red;line-height: 0; z-index: 10;"> <a href="javascript: void(0);" data-passage="Bathroom10"> <img src="images/back/Shower.png" alt="Logo" width="100px" height="100px"/> </a> </div> <<else>> <div style="position: absolute; top: 300px; left: 860px;border: 2px solid white;line-height: 0; z-index: 10;"> <a href="javascript: void(0);" data-passage="Bathroom10"> <img src="images/back/Shower.png" alt="Logo" width="100px" height="100px"/> </a> </div> <</if>> <<if $horny > 2>> <div style="position: absolute; top: 450px; left: 860px;border: 2px solid white; border: 2px solid white;line-height: 0; z-index: 10;"> <a href="javascript: void(0);" data-passage="Masturbate"> <img src="images/back/Penis.png" alt="Logo" width="100px" height="100px"/> </a> </div> <</if>> <div style="position: absolute; top: 300px; left: 1060px;border: 2px solid white;line-height: 0; z-index: 10;"> <a href="javascript: void(0);" data-passage="Gym10"> <img src="images/back/dumbbell.png" alt="Logo" width="100px" height="100px"/> </a> </div> <div style="position: absolute; top: 450px; left: 1060px;border: 2px solid white; line-height: 0; z-index: 10;"> <a href="javascript: void(0);" data-passage="Garden10"> <img src="images/back/Garden.png" alt="Logo" width="100px" height="100px"/> </a> </div> <div style="position: absolute; top: 650px; left: 660px;border: 2px solid red; line-height: 0; z-index: 10;"> <a href="javascript: void(0);" data-passage="Call"> <img src="images/1.6.2/phone1.png" alt="Logo" width="80px" height="100px"/> </a> </div> <<if $debug>> <div style="position: absolute; top:10px; left:300px; color: red; font-size: 30px;"> 10 </div> <</if>> <<set $currentpov to "You">> <<set $visitedL6 = true>> <<if visited() eq 1>> <<set $day += 1>> <</if>>

<<if $looks lte 0>> Your face has a regular/average appearance with some stubble. <<elseif $looks gt 1 and $looks lt 4>> Your face has a regular/average appearance and you are clean-shaven. <<elseif $looks gt 4>> placeholder. <<else>> Something went wrong with your looks rating. <</if>> <<if $fitness lte 1>> Your chest is flat and a little soft from lack of exercise. I really need to start hitting the Gym again. <<elseif $fitness gt 1 and $fitness lt 4>> Your body is showing some increase in muscle mass, after hitting the gym. <<elseif $fitness gt 4>> Your body starts to look great, your arms, fitness and abs are showing. <<else>> Something went wrong with your looks rating. <</if>> <<if $penis lte 1>> You have an average and hairy penis <<elseif $penis gt 2 and $penis lt 4>> You have an average and hairless penis. <<elseif $penis gt 4>> Your hairless penis is locked in a chastity cage. <<else>> Something went wrong with your looks rating. <</if>> [[Return|Home10]]

<<if visited() eq 1>> <div style="font-weight: bold; color: black;"> The warm water cascaded down $gf's body as she stood under the shower. The soft patter of water against the tiles formed a gentle rhythm that calmed her nerves. However, with her eyes closed and the steamy atmosphere, her mind inevitably began to wander back to the unexpected encounter with Logan. The vivid memory of the thickness of his shaft, the intoxicating scent that had made her weak in the knees, and the dominating presence he exuded all replayed in her mind. Her fingers grazed the sensitive skin of her neck, recalling how Logan had looked at her, and then slid lower, tracing the curve of her breast and further down her abdomen. Lost in her fantasy, she imagined Logan behind her, his hands strong and demanding on her body. A soft moan escaped her lips as she let her fingers explore her most intimate areas, mimicking what she imagined Logan might do. She leaned against the cold tiles, her breathing becoming more ragged as her thoughts grew more explicit. $gf allowed herself to get carried away, relishing in the waves of pleasure that swept over her. The memory of Logan and the intense feelings he evoked in her proved to be a powerful aphrodisiac. As the water washed over her, rinsing away the soapy residue, she also tried to wash away the guilt and confusion of her feelings. Despite the pleasure she felt, there was still the nagging thought of $name and the boundaries she had crossed. She turned off the shower, promising herself that she would figure everything out and hoping that the water had washed away not just the physical but also the emotional traces of the day's events. [[Return|Home10]] </div> <<else>> <div style="font-weight: bold; color: black;"> No one is here... <hr> [[Return|Home10]] </div> <</if>> <<set $visitedL6a = true>>

//Your Body is a whrack... go Home and rest more (Gym will be red if u can go again) [[Return|Home10]]

//It is raining... you can't go out [[Return|Home10]]

Wrapped in a plush towel, $gf's phone buzzed on the bathroom counter. Wiping her hands dry, she reached for it and saw Jenny's name flashing on the screen. Taking a deep breath, she answered. <span style="color: pink;">"Hey Jenny,"</span> $gf greeted, trying to sound casual. <span style="color: #B10CEE ;">"Hi $gf! Just wanted to say a massive thank you for letting $name help us. He was a lifesaver,"</span> Jenny chirped cheerfully. $gf felt a twinge of unease but pushed it away. <span style="color: pink;">"It was no problem. He was happy to help."</span> <span style="color: #B10CEE ;">"Well, we want to show our appreciation. How about you and $name come over for lunch tomorrow? Just a casual get-together, a way to say thanks,"</span> Jenny offered. $gf hesitated for a moment, the events of the day playing in her mind. <img src="images\1.6.2\jenny13.jpg" alt="Logo" width="400px" height="300px"> However, it seemed rude to decline, especially after $name had spent the entire day helping them move. <span style="color: pink;">"That sounds lovely, Jenny. We'll be there."</span> <span style="color: #B10CEE ;">"Great! Around 1 pm then? I'll make something special,"</span> Jenny said with a hint of mischief in her voice. <span style="color: pink;">"Sure, see you then,"</span> $gf replied, ending the call. [[Continue|Tell it him]]

<span style="color: pink;">"$name?"</span> $gf called out, as she entered the bedroom where $name was folding some laundry. He looked up, <span style="color: orange;">"Yeah, $gf?"</span> <span style="color: pink;">"I got a call from Jenny earlier. She's invited us over for lunch tomorrow, as a thank you for today. I told her we'd come. Hope that's okay?"</span> $gf said, her eyes searching $name's face for any hint of hesitation or unease. $name paused for a moment, recollecting the events of the day, then nodded, <span style="color: orange;">"Sure, that sounds nice. After all, they're our friends. It'll be a good opportunity to catch up."</span> $gf smiled, feeling relieved. <span style="color: pink;">"Alright then. 1 pm tomorrow. She mentioned she's making something special."</span> $name raised an eyebrow playfully, <span style="color: orange;">"Special, huh? Well, I'm looking forward to it!"</span> The couple continued with their evening chores, but beneath the casual conversation and tasks, both held onto their individual memories and secrets from the day. [[Next Day|Dinner1]]

$gf stood in front of the full-length mirror, applying the final touches to her makeup. Her hand was steady, but her heart wasn't. The reflection staring back at her was that of a woman teetering on the edge of a precipice, one step away from a fall—or from taking flight. <span style="color: pink;">"$name, how do I look?"</span> she called out, her voice a mix of vulnerability and veiled excitement. $name appeared at the doorway, his gaze softening as he took in her appearance. <span style="color: orange;">"You look beautiful, Liv. As always,"</span> he replied with an affectionate smile, though his eyes held a flicker of something deeper, something unspoken. They arrived at Jenny and Logan's, the air thick with the scent of a savory roast and the undertone of fresh beginnings—or perhaps endings, yet undecided. The greetings were warm if slightly awkward, laughter a little too loud and too quick, as if to fill the gaps where silence threatened to spill secrets. <span style="color: #B10CEE ;">"I'm so glad you guys could make it,"</span> Jenny beamed, her enthusiasm genuine as she led them to the dining area where Logan was setting down a bottle of rich, red wine. Logan nodded at them, the corner of his mouth turning up in a knowing smirk that sent a ripple of tension through the room. <span style="color: #EEE70C ;">"Hope you like Merlot. It's a good year, supposed to really awaken the senses,"</span> he said, his eyes lingering on $gf just a moment too long before pouring the wine. The meal passed with an ebb and flow of conversation, punctuated by the clinking of glasses and the subtle shift of feet under the table. With each glass of wine, the atmosphere grew lighter, the weight of the unspoken gradually lifting until laughter came more easily, and glances held less fear and more curiosity. <span style="color: orange;">"Jenny, this is delicious. You've outdone yourself,"</span> $name complimented, his smile reaching his eyes as he enjoyed the layers of flavor in the dish. <span style="color: #B10CEE ;">"Oh, it was nothing. Just a little something I whipped up,"</span> Jenny replied modestly, though her eyes danced with the success of the evening. [[Lunch continues]] <<if visited() eq 1>> <<set $day += 1>> <</if>>

<span style="color: orange;">"This wine... Jenny, what did you say it was again?"</span> $name's words slurred ever so slightly, a testament to the potency of the drink and his relaxed vigilance. His gaze was unfocused, his eyes not quite following the movements around him as they once had. As the laughter continued to echo around the room, the conversation became a comforting buzz in $gf's ears, giving her the perfect cover to slip away unnoticed. She hadn't realized how much she'd had to drink until she stood, feeling the gentle sway of the room. Logan excused himself from the table with a subtle gesture that only $gf caught. <span style="color: #EEE70C;">"I've got something to show you, $gf. Something I think you'll find very... enlightening."</span> His voice was a low murmur meant only for her, and it sent a familiar thrill through her. $gf nodded slightly, excusing herself under the pretense of helping with something in the kitchen... Meanwhile, back in the dining room, Jenny watched them leave with a knowing smirk curving her lips. [[See what Logan has to show you]]

$name's drunkenness has transported him to a world of his own, completely oblivious to $gf and Logan's discreet departure from the dinner table. $gf's heart was pounding as she followed Logan to the ostensibly private corner of the kitchen, away from the dining area's mirthful chaos. The dim lighting did little to hide the spark in Logan's eyes—a blend of mischief and anticipation. <span style="color: #EEE70C ;">"I wanted to thank you for helping us move,"</span> he began, his deep voice reverberating against the walls. <span style="color: #EEE70C ;">"You were a great help."</span> <span style="color: pink;">"We were happy to help,"</span> she said, smiling, though it didn't quite reach her eyes. She felt her heart thudding in her chest as Logan leaned forward. <span style="color: #EEE70C ;">"But I think I'd like to return the favor,"</span> he murmured, his breath hot against her ear. "And I have a feeling you'd like that, especially after yesterday." <span style="color: #EEE70C ;">And I have a feeling you'd like that, especially after yesterday."</span> Caught in the swell of emotions, $gf stood uncertain, her voice barely above a whisper, the weight of her decision pressing down on her. Logan's gaze was unyielding, a silent challenge that beckoned her to confront the tumultuous feelings she had been trying to suppress. She felt her cheeks flush, but tried to keep her expression neutral. <span style="color: pink;">"What do you mean?"</span> she asked, feigning innocence. He grinned wolfish, leaning even closer. <span style="color: #EEE70C ;">"Don't play dumb, $gf. You know exactly what I mean,"</span> he whispered, his hand finding her waist and pulling her against him. She gasped, his closeness sending shivers down her spine. <span style="color: pink;">"I—I don't know what you're talking about, it was a one time thing..."</span> she stammered, trying to maintain her composure. <span style="color: #EEE70C ;">"I think you do,"</span> he purred, his hands now roaming across her back. She bit her lip, the sensation of his touch leaving her breathless. <span style="color: pink;">"Logan, please... We can't do this, we're married, and your wife is in the next room!"</span> <span style="color: #EEE70C ;">"So? We'll be quiet,"</span> he said. <span style="color: #EEE70C ;">"And besides, I have a feeling your husband wouldn't mind."</span> $gf let out a shuddering breath, her resolve weakening. [[Cheat]] [[Stay faithful]] <<set $currentpov to "Gf">>

$gf's moans of <span style="color: pink;">"yes"</span> grow more urgent as she becomes completely enveloped in desire. Her panties are soaked, a testament to the overwhelming arousal coursing through her. With trembling hands, she continues to unveil Logan's throbbing erection, savoring the intoxicating scent of their taboo encounter. $gf reaches for his briefs and slowly slides them down, gasping at the sight of his rock hard cock. She licks her lips, her hand closing around his thick shaft. His masculine smell is intoxicating, and she remembers it from yesterday. <span style="color: pink;">"Oh fuck, Logan, you're so big," </span> she moans, stroking him. He groans, his hands tangling in her hair. <img src="images\1.6.2\jenny14.jpg" alt="Logo" width="410px" height="280px"> <span style="color: #EEE70C ;">"Suck it, $gf," </span> he orders, his voice husky. $gf complies, wrapping her lips around the tip of his cock. She sucks gently, her tongue swirling around the head. Logan groans, his fingers tightening in her hair. <span style="color: #EEE70C ;">"Fuck yeah, $gf, suck my big cock,"</span> he growls, thrusting into her mouth. She moans, taking him deeper. He grunts, his hips pumping furiously. <img src="images\1.6.2\jenny15.jpg" alt="Logo" width="410px" height="280px"> <span style="color: #EEE70C ;">"Fuck, $gf, you're such a dirty slut,"</span> he growls, his grip on her hair tightening.<span style="color: #EEE70C ;">"Take it all, you fucking whore."</span> <span style="color: pink;">"Mmh,"</span> she mumbles, her throat stretched around his cock. He pulls back, his dick leaving her mouth with a wet pop. <img src="images\1.6.2\jenny16.jpg" alt="Logo" width="410px" height="280px"> <span style="color: #EEE70C ;">"What was that?"</span> he asks, his voice dangerously low. <span style="color: pink;">"More,"</span> she gasps, her eyes wild with lust. <span style="color: #EEE70C ;">"That's my girl,"</span> he murmurs, before thrusting his cock deep inside her mouth again. She gags, her throat convulsing around his shaft. $gf thinks about how different Logan treats her in comparison to $name, who is always loving and caring. On the other hand is Logan who after a few minutes already treats her like slut... and she loves that. [[She gets a message]]

$gf imagines $name, how would he react if he knew what was happening. Would he be angry? Turned on? A combination of both? She pictures him sitting at the table, waiting for them to return, his mind wandering to thoughts of what she might be doing. <span style="color: #EEE70C ;">"Mmhh, fuck,"</span> Logan groans, his pace quickening. <span style="color: #EEE70C ;">"You're a fucking natural at sucking cock, $gf."</span> <span style="color: pink;">"Mmmmh,"</span> she moans, the vibrations driving him wild. $gf continues to get intoxicated by the smell of his dick. Suddenly, $gf feels a vibration in her pocket. It's her phone, and she quickly checks it. It's a message from $name. <span style="color: orange;">"Where are you? Jenny told me that you and Logan have been gone for a while..."</span> $gf blushes and puts her phone back in her pocket. She looks up at Logan, who is smirking down at her. <span style="color: #EEE70C ;">"Your husband is wondering where we are,"</span> <span style="color: pink;">"Mhm, he is,"</span> she moans, her mouth still full of his dick. [[Go back]] [[Stay]]

<span style="color: #EEE70C ;">"Let's send him a pic, so he can see what a good cocksucker you are," </span>Logan suggests. As $gf hesitates about sending the picture, Logan, with a wicked grin, says, <span style="color: #EEE70C ;">"Come on, $gf. You know it'll drive him wild. Show him how much you're enjoying yourself right now."</span> $gf bites her lip, her inner conflict evident. Logan's fingers trace tantalizing patterns along her skin, his touch electrifying. He leans closer and whispers, <span style="color: #EEE70C ;">"Think about how much pleasure you're giving him right now, just by being this naughty."</span> The seductive persuasion in Logan's voice sends a shiver of desire down $gf's spine. She wrestles with her inhibitions and the intoxicating allure of their secret encounter. The room is heavy with anticipation as they hover on the brink of a daring decision [[She sends it...]]

In the dimly lit hallway, $gf's heart races as she captures the explicit image, making sure to include Logan's throbbing cock in the frame. With a sigh of resignation and a moment of hesitation, she presses the send button. Adrenalin floods her body and instant regret hits her. How could she sent it... The message is on its way, and there's no turning back now. She waits with bated breath, her heart pounding in her chest. She can feel Logan's gaze on her, his eyes dark with lust. She can't believe she's doing this, sending a picture of her cheating with her neighbor. Suddenly, the unmistakable ping of a notification fills the air. It's a message from $name, and $gf's cheeks flush with a mixture of arousal,fear and anticipation. [[Your Pov]]

$name's phone buzzes with a message notification, and he instinctively reaches for it, unaware of what awaits him. As he opens the message and views the image, shock and disbelief flood his senses. <img src="images\1.6.2\jenny17.jpg" alt="Logo" width="410px" height="280px"> There before him is a suggestive picture of his wife, $gf, in the midst of an intimate encounter with their neighbor, Logan. His initial reaction is a mixture of anger, confusion, and hurt. His heart pounds in his chest as he tries to process the sight before him, the weight of the betrayal settling heavily on his shoulders. Questions swirl in his mind, and he can't fathom how this could be happening. Jenny can see the look of shock and betrayal on $name's face as he stares at his phone. She walks over to him, her hand sliding beneath the table to rest on his thigh. <span style="color: #B10CEE ;">"What's wrong, honey?"</span> she asks, her voice soft and soothing. $name can't bring himself to speak, his emotions a jumbled mess. He can feel Jenny's fingers tracing patterns on his leg, the sensation sending a thrill through his body. He knows he shouldn't be enjoying her touch, but his cock is growing harder by the second. <span style="color: #B10CEE ;">"Let me help you relax, baby,"</span> Jenny whispers, her hand creeping closer to his crotch. She unzips his pants and reaches inside, her fingers wrapping around his throbbing cock. <span style="color: orange;">"Jenny, please, I can't do this..."</span> he moans, his body betraying him. <span style="color: #B10CEE ;">"Shhh, let me take care of you," </span> she murmurs, her hand stroking his length. $name groans, his head falling back. He can't believe how good it feels, and he knows he should stop her. Jenny can see the battle raging within $name, the conflict between his arousal and his anger. She takes his phone and types out a message for him. <span style="color: #B10CEE ;">"Keep going, $gf. Your husband loves it."</span> As she hits send, she can see the effect her words have on $name. His eyes darken with desire, his need overwhelming him. Jenny smiles to herself, pleased that she was able to turn the tables on him. <img src="images\1.6.2\jenny18.jpg" alt="Logo" width="280px" height="410px"> She continues to stroke his cock, her fingers tracing along his length. He groans, his hips bucking against her touch. <span style="color: orange;">"Fuck, Jenny, this is so wrong,"</span> he gasps, his voice strained. <span style="color: #B10CEE ;">"It is,"</span> she agrees, her hand speeding up. <span style="color: #B10CEE ;">"But it feels so good, doesn't it?"</span> <span style="color: orange;">"Yes, fuck, yes,"</span> he moans, his body responding to her touch. <span style="color: #B10CEE ;">"Let go, $name. Let yourself enjoy this,"</span> she murmurs, her voice seductive. She continues to stroke his cock, the friction building. Jenny can see $name is on the verge of climax, his body wracked with pleasure. But she stops abruptly, her fingers releasing his cock. <span style="color: #B10CEE ;">"Not so fast, $name. Today is $gf's turn, not yours,"</span> she says, a wicked smile playing on her lips. $name groans in frustration, his cock throbbing. Jenny stands up and walks away, leaving him alone with his desires. [[Coninue|Continue24]]

$gf can feel her excitement building as she continues to suck Logan's cock, the taste of his precum lingering on her tongue. She can hear the sound of their neighbors laughing and chatting, oblivious to their illicit activities. As she strokes his shaft, she can feel the tension building within him. She can tell he's close, his body taut with anticipation. <span style="color: #EEE70C ;">"Fuck, $gf, I'm going to cum,"</span> he groans, his voice husky. She moans, her mouth opening wide. <span style="color: pink;">"Give it to me, Logan, I want it all,"</span> she murmurs, her voice thick with desire. He thrusts into her mouth, his cock throbbing against her tongue. Suddenly, he pulls back, his seed spilling onto her lips. <img src="images\1.6.2\jenny19.jpg" alt="Logo" width="410px" height="280px"> <span style="color: #EEE70C ;">"Oh fuck, $gf,"</span> he gasps, his chest heaving. She can feel the heat rising within her, her body responding to his pleasure. She can't believe how hot she is, her slip soaked with her juices. <span style="color: #EEE70C ;">"That was amazing, $gf,"</span> Logan pants, his eyes dark with desire. <span style="color: #EEE70C ;">"You're a fucking natural."</span> <span style="color: pink;">"Thank you, Logan,"</span> she murmurs, her mind whirling. As she returns to the dining room, she can feel the thrill of their secret encounter coursing through her veins. She knows she should feel guilty, but all she can think about is how turned on she is. <span style="color: orange;">"Hey, honey..."</span> $name asks, his voice strained. <span style="color: orange;">"Where have you been?"</span> $gf can't bring herself to meet his gaze, her cheeks burning with shame. She knows he must have seen the picture, and she can only imagine what he's thinking. <span style="color: pink;">"Just helping Logan with something,"</span> she replies, her voice barely a whisper. <span style="color: orange;">"Okay..." </span> he murmurs, his tone laced with suspicion. She can't help but notice the bulge in his pants, and feels relieved that he seems to be enjoying their naughty little secret. <span style="color: pink;">"I can't wait to get home,"</span> she says to herself, her mind racing with possibilities. <span style="color: orange;">"Me neither,"</span>he says, his voice husky. [[Go Home|gohome]]

$gf can't contain her excitement as she and $name arrive home. She can feel the heat radiating off his body, his arousal evident. <span style="color: pink;">"Did you like what you saw, baby?"</span> she asks, her voice dripping with seduction. <span style="color: orange;">"Yes, I did,"</span> he murmurs, his hands roaming across her curves. <span style="color: pink;">"You liked watching me suck Logan's cock, didn't you?"</span> <span style="color: orange;">"Yes, I did,"</span> he gasps, his cock hardening against her. <span style="color: pink;">"Then let's do it again,"</span> she whispers, her lips brushing against his ear. <span style="color: orange;">"Fuck, $gf, you're so naughty," </span> he groans, his fingers tangling in her hair. <span style="color: pink;">"I am, and you love it,"</span> she purrs, her hand sliding down his chest. They stumble into their bedroom, their clothes falling to the floor. She can see the hunger in his eyes, the need written across his face. <span style="color: pink;">"Fuck me, $name,"</span> she gasps, her voice thick with desire. <span style="color: orange;">"I will, baby,"</span> he growls, his cock throbbing against her. He thrusts into her, his movements urgent. She groans, her body arching against his. "Fuck, $gf, you're so wet," he groans, his hips pumping furiously. <span style="color: pink;">"I am, and it's all for you,"</span> she moans, her nails digging into his back. He can feel the tension building within him, his need overwhelming him. He thrusts harder, his cock pounding into her. <span style="color: pink;">"Fuck, Logan's cock was so big, and it smelled so good,"</span> she gasps, her eyes wild with lust. <span style="color: orange;">"Mmh, what else did it taste like?"</span> he groans, his cock pulsing within her. <span style="color: pink;">"It tasted so good, and I couldn't get enough,"</span> she moans, her nails raking across his back. <span style="color: orange;">"Did you swallow his cum, baby?"</span> <span style="color: pink;">"Yes, I did, and it was so hot,"</span> she gasps, her body writhing with pleasure. As $gf and $name continue their passionate embrace, the memory of her encounter with Logan lingers in the air. The taste of his cock, the smell of his masculinity, the thrill of their illicit activities. It's all too much for her to bear, and she can feel her orgasm building within her. <span style="color: pink;">"Fuck, $name, I'm going to cum,"</span> she gasps, her body taut with pleasure. <span style="color: orange;">"Cum for me, baby,"</span> he growls, his hips pumping furiously. She explodes, her body shuddering with ecstasy. He groans, his seed spilling into her. <span style="color: orange;">"Oh fuck, $gf, that was so good,"</span> he gasps, his chest heaving. <span style="color: pink;">"It was, baby,"</span> she murmurs, her body slick with sweat. As they lay together, their bodies intertwined, $gf can't help but think of the thrill of their secret encounter. She knows she should feel guilty, but all she can think about is how turned on she is. <span style="color: pink;">"Maybe we can do it again,"</span> she whispers, her voice thick with desire. <span style="color: orange;">"Maybe we can,"</span> he agrees, his voice husky. She smiles to herself, a wicked grin playing on her lips. <span style="color: pink;">"I can't wait."</span>

<div class="bold-link"> [[Check yourself|Check Yourself11]] [[Character Description|Character Description11]] <div style="position: absolute; top: 300px; left: 660px;border: 2px solid white;line-height: 0; z-index: 10;"> <a href="javascript: void(0);" data-passage="Computer4"> <img src="images/back/PC.png" alt="Logo" width="100px" height="100px"/> </a> </div> <<if $visitedHannah1 >> <div style="position: absolute; top: 450px; left: 660px;border: 2px solid white;line-height: 0; z-index: 10;"> <a href="javascript: void(0);" data-passage="Pet11"> <img src="images/back/Pet.png" alt="Logo" width="100px" height="100px"/> </a> </div> <<else>> <div style="position: absolute; top: 450px; left: 660px;border: 2px solid red;line-height: 0; z-index: 10;"> <a href="javascript: void(0);" data-passage="Pet11"> <img src="images/back/Pet.png" alt="Logo" width="100px" height="100px"/> </a> </div> <</if>> <<if not $visitedL7a>> <div style="position: absolute; top: 300px; left: 860px;border: 2px solid red;line-height: 0; z-index: 10;"> <a href="javascript: void(0);" data-passage="Bathroom11"> <img src="images/back/Shower.png" alt="Logo" width="100px" height="100px"/> </a> </div> <<else>> <div style="position: absolute; top: 300px; left: 860px;border: 2px solid white;line-height: 0; z-index: 10;"> <a href="javascript: void(0);" data-passage="Bathroom11"> <img src="images/back/Shower.png" alt="Logo" width="100px" height="100px"/> </a> </div> <</if>> <<if $horny > 2>> <div style="position: absolute; top: 450px; left: 860px;border: 2px solid white; border: 2px solid white;line-height: 0; z-index: 10;"> <a href="javascript: void(0);" data-passage="Masturbate"> <img src="images/back/Penis.png" alt="Logo" width="100px" height="100px"/> </a> </div> <</if>> <div style="position: absolute; top: 300px; left: 1060px;border: 2px solid white;line-height: 0; z-index: 10;"> <a href="javascript: void(0);" data-passage="Gym11"> <img src="images/back/dumbbell.png" alt="Logo" width="100px" height="100px"/> </a> </div> <div style="position: absolute; top: 450px; left: 1060px;border: 2px solid white; line-height: 0; z-index: 10;"> <a href="javascript: void(0);" data-passage="Garden11"> <img src="images/back/Garden.png" alt="Logo" width="100px" height="100px"/> </a> </div> <div style="position: absolute; top: 650px; left: 660px;border: 2px solid red; line-height: 0; z-index: 10;"> <a href="javascript: void(0);" data-passage="Next Day"> <img src="images/back/Door.png" alt="Logo" width="100px" height="100px"/> </a> </div> <<if $debug>> <div style="position: absolute; top:10px; left:300px; color: red; font-size: 30px;"> 11 </div> <</if>> <<set $currentpov to "You">> <<set $visitedL7 = true>> <<if visited() eq 1>> <<set $day += 1>> <</if>>

<<if $looks lte 0>> Your face has a regular/average appearance with some stubble. <<elseif $looks gt 1 and $looks lt 4>> Your face has a regular/average appearance and you are clean-shaven. <<elseif $looks gt 4>> placeholder. <<else>> Something went wrong with your looks rating. <</if>> <<if $fitness lte 1>> Your chest is flat and a little soft from lack of exercise. I really need to start hitting the Gym again. <<elseif $fitness gt 1 and $fitness lt 4>> Your body is showing some increase in muscle mass, after hitting the gym. <<elseif $fitness gt 4>> Your body starts to look great, your arms, fitness and abs are showing. <<else>> Something went wrong with your looks rating. <</if>> <<if $penis lte 1>> You have an average and hairy penis <<elseif $penis gt 2 and $penis lt 4>> You have an average and hairless penis. <<elseif $penis gt 4>> Your hairless penis is locked in a chastity cage. <<else>> Something went wrong with your looks rating. <</if>> [[Return|Home11]]

<div style="position: absolute; top: 50px; left:600px;"> <img src="images/2/terrarium.png"> <<linkappend "Pet">> <span style="color:green;">*tries to bite hand</span> <</linkappend>> [[Petstore]] [[Return|Home11]] </div>

<<if $fitness >= 6>> Your Body is killing you, take some rest. [[Go back|Home11]] <<else>> <<set _rand = Math.random()>> <<if ($streakCount >= 4 and $streakType == "success")>> The scent of sweat and the sound of weights clanking filled the gym as $name started his routine. He was feeling good initially, having remembered his recent success and wanting to build upon it. However, today the gym was particularly busy. As he settled onto the bench press, he noticed a group of women, clad in tight gym wear, laughing and working out together. Their cheerful banter and occasional glances in his direction were enough to unsettle him. Instead of focusing on his set, his attention wavered, drifting over to them every now and then. <img src="images\1.6.1\gym1.png" alt="Logo" width="600px" height="300px"/> Attempting to lift the barbell, he found it heavier than he remembered. Distracted and lacking his usual concentration, his arms shook, and he struggled to complete even half of his reps. The session continued in a similar vein. Every exercise was a battle between his determination to train and the distraction of the women. By the end, $name felt frustrated and defeated. He had hardly broken a sweat and hadn’t achieved any of the goals he'd set for himself. As he left the gym, he made a mental note to pick less busy hours for his workouts and to maybe even consider listening to music or a podcast to help maintain his focus. [[Home|Home11]] <<set $streakCount = 1>> <<set $streakType = "failure">> <<elseif ($streakCount >= 4 and $streakType == "failure")>> $name stepped into the gym, a surge of determination flowing through him. He could still remember that humiliating day in the garden, and it had become the fuel to his motivation. Today, he was focused. As he moved towards the weight section, he tightened his grip on the dumbbells, setting his mind on the goal at hand. Sure, there were women at the gym — many of them fit and attractive, but today, $name's gaze was fixed on the mirror in front of him, watching his own form and progress. The burn in his muscles was a good pain, reminding him of the growth he was achieving with each rep. The day went exceptionally well. By the end of his workout session, $name felt invigorated and proud, having added more weight to his usual sets and even pushing himself to try some new exercises. [[Home|Home11]] <<set $fitness += 1>> <<set $streakCount = 1>> <<set $streakType = "success">> <<elseif _rand <= 0.40>> $name stepped into the gym, a surge of determination flowing through him. He could still remember that humiliating day in the garden, and it had become the fuel to his motivation. Today, he was focused. As he moved towards the weight section, he tightened his grip on the dumbbells, setting his mind on the goal at hand. Sure, there were women at the gym — many of them fit and attractive, but today, $name's gaze was fixed on the mirror in front of him, watching his own form and progress. The burn in his muscles was a good pain, reminding him of the growth he was achieving with each rep. The day went exceptionally well. By the end of his workout session, $name felt invigorated and proud, having added more weight to his usual sets and even pushing himself to try some new exercises. <span style="color:green; font-weight:bold;">+1 Fitness</span> [[Home|Home11]] <<if $streakType == "success">> <<set $streakCount += 1>> <<else>> <<set $streakCount = 1>> <<set $streakType = "success">> <</if>> <<set $fitness += 1>> <<else>> The scent of sweat and the sound of weights clanking filled the gym as $name started his routine. He was feeling good initially, having remembered his recent success and wanting to build upon it. However, today the gym was particularly busy. As he settled onto the bench press, he noticed a group of women, clad in tight gym wear, laughing and working out together. Their cheerful banter and occasional glances in his direction were enough to unsettle him. Instead of focusing on his set, his attention wavered, drifting over to them every now and then. <<set _randomChoice to random(1, 10)>> <<if _randomChoice <= 5>>  <img src="images\1.6.1\gym2.png" alt="gym2" width="300px" height="500px"> <<else>>  <img src="images\1.6.1\gym1.png" alt="Logo" width="500px" height="300px"/> <</if>> Attempting to lift the barbell, he found it heavier than he remembered. Distracted and lacking his usual concentration, his arms shook, and he struggled to complete even half of his reps. The session continued in a similar vein. Every exercise was a battle between his determination to train and the distraction of the women. By the end, $name felt frustrated and defeated. He had hardly broken a sweat and hadn’t achieved any of the goals he'd set for himself. As he left the gym, he made a mental note to pick less busy hours for his workouts and to maybe even consider listening to music or a podcast to help maintain his focus. [[Home|Home11]] <<if $streakType == "failure">> <<set $streakCount += 1>> <<else>> <<set $streakCount = 1>> <<set $streakType = "failure">> <</if>> <</if>> <</if>>

<<if visited() eq 1>> <div style="font-weight: bold; color: black;"> The evening sun cast a golden glow across the bedroom, the light filtering through the sheer curtains and painting the room in a warm, inviting light. In this serene setting, $name and $gf found themselves entwined in a moment of spontaneous passion. $name, lying on the bed, watched as $gf, with a playful glint in her eye, approached him. She moved with an effortless grace, each step a deliberate act of seduction. As she reached the edge of the bed, she slowly unbuttoned her blouse, her movements teasing and deliberate, allowing $name glimpses of the skin beneath. The anticipation in $name's eyes was evident as $gf let her blouse fall to the floor, revealing her alluring figure. She climbed onto the bed, straddling him, the heat of her body palpable even through the fabric of his pants. Their lips met in a kiss that was both tender and fervent, a dance of desire that spoke volumes. $gf's hands roamed over $name's chest, her touch light yet igniting a fire within him. She leaned in, her breath hot against his ear, whispering words that were both a promise and a tease. $name, unable to resist the allure, flipped them over, his desire taking the lead. He trailed kisses down her neck, savoring the softness of her skin, his hands exploring her body, each touch eliciting a soft moan from $gf. The room filled with the sound of their breaths, the rustling of sheets, and the soft whispers of their names. $name's movements were deliberate, a rhythmic dance that matched the ebb and flow of their passion. $gf responded in kind, her body moving in sync with his, a perfect harmony of desire. [[Return|Home11]] </div> <<else>> <div style="font-weight: bold; color: black;"> No one is here... <hr> [[Return|Home11]] </div> <</if>> <<set $visitedL7a = true>>

At the local pet shop, where the air was filled with the sound of chirping birds and the occasional bark, $name found himself browsing through the aisles of pet food, his mind only half on the task at hand. It was there, between the stacks of colorful toys and bags of gourmet treats, that he ran into Hannah. Hannah, with her easy smile and auburn hair pulled back into a ponytail, was stacking shelves when she noticed $name. <span style="color: #FF00E8 ;">"Hey, long time no see!"</span> she greeted him, brushing a stray lock of hair behind her ear. <span style="color: #FF00E8 ;">"I haven't spotted you at the gym recently."</span> $name turned, a little surprised, but pleased to see a familiar face. <span style="color: orange;">"Yeah, it's been a while,"</span> he replied, a bag of dog food in hand. <span style="color: orange;">"I've been caught up with work and some other stuff. How have you been?"</span> She finished placing a can on the shelf and straightened up, dusting her hands on her apron. <span style="color: #FF00E8 ;">""Busy with the shop, you know how it is. But it's good to see you. We should catch up. Do you want to grab a coffee sometime?"</span> Her tone was casual, but her eyes were bright with the suggestion. $name considered it for a moment, the idea of reconnecting with a friend seemed like a welcome change of pace from his usual routine. "Coffee sounds great," he said with a nod. "There's that new place that opened up on Main Street, have you been?" Hannah’s face lit up with recognition. <span style="color: #FF00E8 ;">"I've heard about it but haven't had the chance to try it yet. Let's do it. When are you free?"</span> <span style="color: orange;">"I can swing by after work"</span> $name suggested, already feeling a lightness at the thought of stepping out of his recent chaos. Hannah agreed with a nod, her ponytail bouncing. <span style="color: #FF00E8;">"Later it is. Let’s say around six? It'll be a nice way to kick off the weekend."</span> [[Agree|Hannahmeetup]] <<set $visitedHannah1 = true>>

The coffee shop on Main Street was a cozy haven from the chill of the outside world, with the rich aroma of freshly ground beans welcoming visitors. As $name pushed open the door, a warm blast of air, infused with the scent of espresso and baked goods, greeted him. He spotted Hannah immediately, her auburn hair a bright spot against the coffee shop's earthy tones. She was perched on a high stool at the window bar, her legs swinging in rhythm to the indie folk music playing softly in the background. True to her vibrant nature, she had on a vintage floral dress paired with bright yellow converse, an embodiment of her quirky spirit. Hannah caught sight of $name and her face broke into her signature smile, the one that seemed to light up the room a little brighter. She waved him over, her energy palpable even from across the room. <span style="color: #FF00E8;">"$name! Over here!"</span> she called out, her voice threading through the hum of conversation and the clinking of coffee cups. As $name approached, he couldn't help but notice the way her eyes crinkled at the corners when she smiled, how her presence seemed to cast a glow in her immediate vicinity. She hopped off the stool with a grace that spoke of her fitness and approached him with a hug. <span style="color: #FF00E8;">"I snagged the best spot. You can see the whole street from here,"</span> she said, her tone lively as she ushered him to the seat next to hers. The coffee shop, with its local art and bookshelves lined with well-thumbed novels, seemed to reflect parts of Hannah’s personality. As they ordered their drinks—$name with his usual black coffee and Hannah with a matcha latte topped with a heart-shaped swirl—she chatted animatedly about her latest endeavors at the pet shop, her hands gesturing with each description, painting her words in the air. <span style="color: #FF00E8;">"And you wouldn't believe the energy it takes to keep up with the puppies! They're adorable little monsters, but I love them. It's like they've got endless batteries, and it's my job to help them run it out by the end of the day,"</span> she laughed, her eyes sparkling with fondness at the thought of her charges. $name found himself drawn into her world, the way she described the animals with such affection and humor, the way her enthusiasm seemed to know no bounds. It was infectious, and he felt a smile stretching his own lips—a smile that felt more genuine than any he'd worn in recent times. They talked and laughed, and the coffee shop around them faded to a pleasant backdrop. $name realized that Hannah’s energy didn't just fill the room; it warmed it, transformed it into a space where time seemed to slow, and for a moment, worries seemed to dissolve. As the sky outside shifted from the gold of late afternoon to the soft lavender of twilight, $name found that he didn't want the conversation to end. There was something about Hannah—with her quirky charm, boundless energy, and that ever-present smile—that made him feel like life was a series of adventures waiting to be discovered. And as they finally stood to leave, their conversation spilling out into the evening with promises to do this again soon, $name felt a flicker of excitement for the future. [[Go Home|Home11]]

<div class="positioned-image"> <img src="images/back/pc1.png" width="250px" height="200px" class="float-right"></div> $name sat at his desk, the glow of the computer screen barely registering in his distracted mind. His thoughts were elsewhere, tangled in a web of anticipation and uncertainty. Each time he closed his eyes, images of $gf flashed behind his eyelids, vivid and unrelenting. He remembered the way she looked at him that morning, a knowing glint in her eye, a subtle shift in her demeanor that spoke volumes. There was an air of intention in her movements, a deliberate grace that hinted at the plans she harbored. Plans that he, in his deepest fantasies, had never dared to articulate, yet now seemed to be on the precipice of reality. The office buzzed around him, a mundane soundtrack to the turmoil that churned within. $name felt a constant, nagging arousal, an undercurrent that refused to be ignored. It was more than physical; it was a mental itch that couldn't be scratched. Every ring of the phone, every knock at the door, jolted him back to reality, a harsh reminder of the world outside his fantasies. But the respite was brief, and soon his mind would drift back to $gf, to the myriad of possibilities that lay ahead, each more intoxicating and terrifying than the last. As the day wore on, the anticipation built to an almost unbearable intensity. $name was caught in a limbo of desire, a state of constant arousal that was as much emotional as it was physical. It was a craving for something unknown, a yearning for the unfolding of a narrative that he was a part of, yet felt beyond his control. [[Ring]] <<set $visitedL7a = false>> <<set $visitedL7 = false>>

You are too horny to go to work. [[Return|Home]]

<div style="position: absolute; top: 50px; left:600px;"> <img src="images/2/terrarium.png"> <<linkappend "Pet your turtle">> <span style="color:green;">*$petname tries to bite hand </span> <</linkappend>> [[Return|Home]] </div> <<set $petname1 = true>>

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//Look at your Pc <<if not $hintRevealed>> <<button "Show Hint">> <<set $hintRevealed = true>> <<replace "#hintContainer">>Go to Chrome and click on the "Corrupted" picture<</replace>> <</button>> <</if>> <<if $hintRevealed>> <div id="hintContainer">Go to Chrome and click on the "Corrupted" picture</div> <<else>> <div id="hintContainer"></div> <</if>> [[Return|Home2]]

$petname is hungry!! If you don't feed him, bad things will happen... [[Return|Home5]] <div style="position: absolute; top: 0px; left: 1100px;"> <img src="images/2/happy turtle.jpg" width="150px" height="150px"> </div>

<span style="color: pink;">"He wouldn't,"</span> she conceded, her voice barely a whisper. <span style="color: #EEE70C ;">"Then it's settled, let's continue what we stopped yesterday"</span> Logan said, his hand pushing $gf on her knees. She moaned softly, her slip getting wetter and wetter. $gf opens her mouth, showing Logan her open and willing hole. Logan smirks and says;<span style="color: #EEE70C ;">" So eager to see it ?"</span> [[Yes!]]

$gf, feeling the gravity of the moment and the potential consequences of her actions, takes a deep breath. The tempting whispers of Logan's proposal echo in her mind, but a stronger sense of loyalty and commitment prevails. She gently, but firmly, extricates herself from Logan's grasp. "I can't do this, Logan," she says, her voice steady despite the turmoil inside. "What happened was a mistake. I'm committed to $name, and I need to honor that." Logan, though visibly disappointed, nods in understanding. There's a brief moment of silence, a mutual acknowledgment of the line that cannot be crossed. $gf turns and makes her way back to the kitchen, where $name is still immersed in his own world, seemingly unaware of her brief absence. As she approaches, she sees him laughing at a joke someone just told, his eyes slightly glazed from the alcohol. She takes a moment to observe him, her heart swelling with a mixture of love and relief. Despite the complexities of their relationship and the unexpected challenges they've faced, she knows her place is by his side. "$name," she calls softly, touching his shoulder. He turns to her, his smile widening as he sees her. There's an innocence in his eyes that reassures her of her decision. "Hey, you're back," he slurs slightly, his drunkenness making him more affectionate. "Missed you." She smiles, the genuine warmth of the moment washing over her. "Missed you too," she replies, her hand squeezing his shoulder reassuringly. As they rejoin the merriment of the dinner, $gf feels a renewed sense of commitment to $name. The night progresses with laughter and light-hearted conversations, and she finds herself more at ease, content with the path she has chosen. [[Go home and tell him what happened]]

//Future Update [[Go back|She gets a message]]

$gf, under the dim glow of their living room light, turns to $name, a tumultuous mix of guilt and a compelling need to reveal the truth. The details of her encounter with Logan linger vividly in her memory, but so does the painful catalyst that set everything in motion. "$name," she begins, her voice quivering with a blend of regret and a haunting echo of misplaced desire, "there's something I need to tell you. It's about Logan... and something he showed me before... before what happened." $name, still slightly tipsy, looks at her, sensing the gravity in her tone. He watches her intently, his heart beginning to race with a mix of foreboding and an inexplicable intrigue. $gf swallows hard, the words difficult to find. "Logan showed me a video... of you and Jenny. It was intimate, and it shocked me." Her voice is a mix of hurt and disbelief. "Seeing that, it... it stirred something in me, a confusion of emotions." $name's face drains of color, the revelation hitting him like a physical blow. He struggles to process her words, the image of the video he hadn't known existed clouding his mind. Driven by a tumult of betrayal and a strange, ignited desire, $gf continues, "The scent of Logan... it was overwhelming." She confesses the details of their encounter - the raw, powerful aroma of Logan that had enveloped her, igniting primal urges. She tells of how she got closer, tasted him, and the sensation of being filled completely, stretched by his thickness. $name sits, a storm of emotions raging within him. Shock at her infidelity clashes with an inexplicable arousal stirred by her explicit narrative. The imagery of her lips around Logan, the sound of her indulgent slurping, the glossy trail of her saliva – it's a sensory overload that leaves him torn between hurt and a deep, dark curiosity. "And then, he recorded it," $gf's voice is barely a whisper, "Without me knowing. I was so lost in the act, so consumed by this newfound desire, I didn't see it. He captured everything..." $name sits frozen, his mind reeling from the dual revelations. The sting of betrayal, the wound to his trust, and the unsettling arousal refuse to be quelled by his hurt. $gf reaches out, her hand shaking as it finds his. "I am so sorry, $name. This all started because of what I saw... and then it spiraled. Can you ever forgive me?" [[They talk]]

$name, processing the cascade of revelations, looks into $gf's eyes – eyes filled with regret and a plea for understanding. Slowly, as the initial shock subsides, he reaches out, his arms enveloping her in a gesture of forgiveness and shared pain. The warmth of his embrace is a silent acknowledgment of their mutual failings and the complexities of their emotions. "I'm sorry too," he whispers, his voice tinged with remorse. "I never should have been in that situation with Jenny. We've both made mistakes." They sit together, wrapped in each other's arms, as the conversation unfolds – a cathartic outpouring of feelings, admissions, and a deep dive into the vulnerabilities that led them astray. The night wears on, the room filled with their shared confessions and the unspoken commitment to mend their relationship. There's a sense of relief, a lightness that comes with having laid bare their most painful secrets and fears.. "We can get through this," $name says, his voice firmer now, a resolve to move forward shining in his eyes. "We've been through so much, and this... this will not break us." $gf nods, a sense of determination settling in her heart. "We'll work on this together. We'll be stronger for it." [[She has a question]]

As the first light of morning filters through the curtains, casting a soft glow in the room, $gf turns to $name, a mischievous sparkle in her eye. Despite the gravity of their earlier conversation, there's a hint of playful curiosity in her demeanor. "So," she begins with a teasing lilt in her voice, "I couldn't help but notice... when I was telling you about what happened with Logan, you got... well, aroused. Why is that?" $name, caught slightly off guard by her sudden shift in tone, feels a blush creeping up his cheeks. He's momentarily at a loss for words, the complexity of his emotions making it difficult to articulate his feelings. "I... I guess it was just a physical reaction," he starts, trying to navigate his response. "Hearing you describe it so vividly, it was... unexpected. And, honestly, a bit arousing, despite the situation." $gf listens, her smirk softening into a smile of understanding. She realizes that their emotional landscape is more intricate than she had thought, filled with unexpected reactions and hidden desires. "It's strange, isn't it?" she muses, her hand reaching out to gently touch his. "How we can feel hurt and turned on at the same time. Human emotions are so complicated." $name nods, appreciating her openness and the non-judgmental space they've created. "It is strange. But maybe it's a part of us trying to understand and process things in its own way. Maybe it's not just about the act itself, but the honesty and the intensity of the moment." [[You have an embarrasing question]]

Ethan, a mix of embarrassment and arousal tinting his cheeks, leans in closer to $gf, his voice laced with a hesitant curiosity. "Do you have the video Logan made... of you two?" he asks, his eyes flickering with a mischievous glint. $gf, sensing the shift in Ethan's demeanor, responds with a sly smile, her eyes sparkling with mischief. "I do have it," she purrs, drawing out her words. "It's quite... revealing. Are you sure you want to see it?" Ethan feels a surge of arousal at her tone, his body responding to the implicit suggestion in her words. "Yes, I think I need to see it," he admits, his voice husky with desire. Retrieving her phone, $gf teases Ethan further. She flicks through her phone, deliberately taking her time, building the anticipation. "Are you ready for this?" she asks playfully, handing him the phone. As Ethan takes the phone, his hand brushing against hers, he feels his excitement growing. He presses play, and as the video starts, $gf leans in close, whispering seductively in his ear, "Watch how he touches me, how I respond to him." The video shows Logan and $gf in their intimate encounter. Ethan's arousal is evident, his breath quickening as he watches. $gf continues to tease him, her breath warm against his ear, describing in vivid detail what she felt in each moment. Ethan can't tear his eyes away from the screen, the sight of $gf with Logan both arousing and overwhelming. $gf notices his growing excitement and smirks, her hand drifting down to his lap, feeling his evident arousal through his pants. "Do you like what you see?" she teases, her hand applying gentle pressure. "Does watching me with him turn you on this much?" Ethan nods, unable to speak, his entire being focused on the sensations her hand is evoking and the erotic scene playing out on the screen. $gf's teasing grows bolder, her hand moving with more purpose now. The room is filled with a palpable sexual energy, the combination of the video and $gf's teasing pushing Ethan towards a precipice of desire he hadn't anticipated. $gf, fully in control and enjoying Ethan's reactions, whispers, "Let's see how far we can take this. [[Continue|Continue25]] <<set $currentpov to "You">>

"I was so close to him, Ethan," she murmurs, her hand tracing the outline of his arousal through his pants. "His body was hard and imposing, and when I touched him, he was already so excited." Her words are deliberate, each one chosen to evoke a vivid image in Ethan's mind. She describes the texture of Logan's skin under her fingers, the way he responded to her touch, his muscles tensing with desire. "I could feel his heat, and when I went down on him..." Olivia pauses, her hand applying gentle pressure, eliciting a soft moan from Ethan. "His size was overwhelming, but I took him in my mouth, feeling him grow even more." Ethan's breathing becomes heavier, his excitement building with Olivia's every word and caress. She continues her tale, describing how she moved her lips along Logan's length, her tongue exploring, tasting him. "He was so large, Ethan, filling my mouth completely. I could barely wrap my lips around him. And when I looked up at him, his eyes were filled with such intense desire." Olivia's hand moves with more purpose now, her movements in sync with the rhythm of her story. Ethan is completely captivated, caught in a whirlwind of arousal, the visual of the video still fresh in his mind combined with Olivia's vivid recounting. "And then, he held my head, guiding me, moving deeper. I could feel every inch of him," Olivia's voice drops to an even more intimate whisper, her hand mimicking the actions she describes. Ethan, overwhelmed by the sensory overload, feels a surge of desire coursing through him. Olivia's teasing, her detailed narrative, and her skillful touch are driving him towards an edge he hadn't anticipated exploring. Olivia, sensing Ethan's nearing climax, leans in even closer, her lips brushing against his ear. "Do you want to know how it felt when he..." She lets the sentence hang, her hand quickening its pace, pushing Ethan closer and closer to his release. [[She has a question|She has a question1]]

Olivia, sensing Ethan's heightened state, slows her hand just as he seems on the verge of climax. The sudden change in rhythm leaves Ethan hanging on the edge, a mix of frustration and intense desire coursing through him. She leans in closer, her lips almost touching his ear, her voice dripping with seduction. "Do you want to see more videos like this one, Ethan?" she asks, her tone playful yet charged with an underlying challenge. Ethan, caught in the maelstrom of his own arousal and the tantalizing denial Olivia is subjecting him to, finds himself unable to answer immediately. His mind is a blur of conflicting emotions - the thrill of the forbidden, the sting of jealousy, and the undeniable excitement Olivia's proposal sparks within him. Olivia, not relenting in her tease, continues to expertly manipulate him, keeping him just shy of release. "Come on, Ethan, tell me what you want," she coaxes, her breath warm against his skin, her hand moving in a tantalizing rhythm. The combination of her teasing words and her deliberate withholding pushes Ethan to his limit. "Yes, please," he finally gasps, surrendering to his desire. "I want to see more." A triumphant, mischievous smile plays on Olivia's lips at his admission. She increases the pressure and speed of her hand, rewarding him for his compliance. Ethan's breath hitches, his body tensing as he finally reaches his climax, overwhelming waves of pleasure crashing over him. As Ethan catches his breath, coming down from the heights of his orgasm, Olivia gently kisses his cheek, a tender contrast to the intense erotic play they just shared. "I knew you'd come around," she whispers, a playful glint still in her eyes. [[Next day|Home11]]

Ethan, immersed in a sea of anticipation and confusion at his desk, feels his phone vibrate. A new message pops up - it's from Olivia. His heart skips a beat as he opens the message to find a video. The room around him fades into the background as he focuses on the screen. The video reveals a dimly lit room, the details obscured, creating an aura of mystery. His eyes are glued to the screen as Olivia appears, her movements slow and deliberate. She starts to strip, each piece of clothing she discards adding to the mounting tension within Ethan. <img src="images\2\strip1.png" alt="Logo" width="250px" height="400px"> As Olivia undresses, Ethan's mind races. Is she alone, or is someone with her? The uncertainty, the thrill of not knowing, it drives him to the edge. Olivia's every move is a deliberate tease, playing on his fears and fantasies. <img src="images\2\strip2.png" alt="Logo" width="300px" height="400px"> Once she's undressed, Olivia's demeanor shifts to one of playful seduction. She moves in a way that suggests she's not alone, glancing off-screen occasionally, laughing softly as if sharing a private joke with someone out of view. Ethan's heart pounds, the thought of her with someone else both exciting and maddening. Just when Ethan feels like he can't take the suspense any longer, Olivia reveals a dildo. She holds it suggestively, a wicked smile playing on her lips, as she looks directly into the camera. The message is clear – she's in control, and she's enjoying every moment of his uncertainty. <img src="images\2\strip3.png" alt="Logo" width="400px" height="300px"> Ethan watches, captivated and aroused, as Olivia starts to play with the dildo. Her movements are slow and sensual, a performance designed for him. She teases herself with it, her pleasure evident in her expressions and soft moans. As the video ends, Ethan is left in a state of heightened arousal. Olivia's teasing has left him yearning for more, the unknowns fueling his imagination and desire. The remainder of his day is filled with restless anticipation, his thoughts constantly returning to the video. [[Home|Ending]]

Its Raining... [[Go back|Home11]]