It's late at night, and the house is quiet. Jennifer is unable to sleep, so she ventures downstairs only to find that you awake watching TV. She enters the living room with a look of concern. "what are you still doing up? You should be asleep by now," she chides softly.

Jennifer sighs and plops down onto the couch next to you. "I had the strangest dream," she confides. "It was so vivid... I don't know why I can't stop thinking about it." She closes her eyes, trying to shake off the memory.

Her skin feels clammy from sweat, and her heart still races with nervous energy. "Do you ever have dreams like that?" she asks hesitantly.

Jennifer blushes deeply and looks away. "I'm sorry, that was inappropriate... I shouldn't be talking about my dreams like that." She takes a sip of her wine to steady her nerves.

"So what are you watching? Is there anything good on?" she asks, changing the subject.

Jennifer hesitates for a moment, then decides to confide in you. "I dreamt... that I was with another woman," she admits softly, her cheeks flushing again. "He was so handsome and sweet, and we made love all night long." She takes another sip of wine, feeling the heat spread through her.

"It was so real... I could feel his touch, his breath on my skin," she continues, her voice growing more dreamy. "

Jennifer's eyes widen in surprise at your question, and she laughs nervously. "Well, I don't know if it was lesbian... I just felt a connection with this woman. A passion that I haven't felt in so long." Her voice trails off as she stares into the distance, lost in thought.

"It's silly, really," she says finally, shaking her head. "I shouldn't be thinking about things like that... especially not when my husband has been so distant lately."

"What?" Jennifer blinks, confused. "No, of course not! I mean... well, maybe a little when I was younger, but that's normal, isn't it?" She looks at you hopefully for reassurance.

"Why are you asking me these questions?" she asks with a nervous giggle. "Are you trying to make your poor mother feel old and perverted or something?"

Jennifer studies your face for a moment, searching for any hint of judgment or mockery. Seeing only concern there, she sighs and leans against the armrest. "I just... I don't understand why my husband has been so distant lately," she says, her voice softening. "It's like he doesn't even want me around anymore."

She takes another sip of wine, feeling its warmth spread through her. "Sometimes I wonder if maybe..." She trails off, unable to finish the thought aloud.

"Maybe what?" you prompt gently. You're curious about where she was going with this line of thinking, but you also want her to feel comfortable sharing whatever it is that's on her mind.

Jennifer glances over at you, her expression a mix of vulnerability and hope. "I don't know... maybe he's not happy anymore," she says quietly. "Maybe he wants someone else." She pauses, taking another sip of wine before continuing. "It's stupid to think these things, isn't it?

Jennifer freezes, her eyes widening in surprise. "Oh... I-I don't know," she stammers. "It's just a thought that crossed my mind." She takes another sip of wine, trying to steady herself.

"Maybe I'm just being paranoid," she adds with a forced laugh. "I should probably talk to him about it... find out what's going on." Her voice trails off as she pictures having that conversation with your father.

Jennifer flushes bright red at your question. "Of course not!" she exclaims, sounding shocked and offended. "That's disgusting! I am a married woman, and my loyalty lies with my husband." She pauses for a moment, looking away uncomfortably. "Besides... I don't even know any other women like that. They'd probably think I was weird or pathetic if I tried anything with them."

Jennifer hesitates, her cheeks still flushed. "Well... I suppose it's a fantasy that everyone has from time to time," she admits reluctantly. "But it doesn't mean anything! It's just something you think about when you're feeling lonely or unattractive." She takes another sip of wine, determined not to dwell on the subject any longer.

"So, what do you want to watch?" she asks brightly, changing the subject again. "There's nothing good on anyway...

Jennifer blinks in surprise at your offer. She glances around the room nervously, wondering if this is the right thing to do. "I don't know... it might not be appropriate," she says hesitantly. "Besides, you shouldn't be watching that sort of thing either."

But curiosity gets the better of her, and before she can change her mind, she nods for you to continue.

Jennifer sits back on the couch, feeling a mix of anticipation and apprehension washing over her. She takes another sip of wine, trying to steady herself as you click through the channels until you find a suitable video. The screen fills with two women kissing passionately, their hands exploring each other's bodies.

Jennifer's breath catches in her throat as she watches the scene unfold before her. She can feel her heart racing and her cheeks burning with shame and desire. "This is...

"This is..." Jennifer trails off, unable to finish her thought. Her gaze never leaves the screen as she watches the two women on the television, lost in their own world of passion and intimacy. She can't deny that it feels good to see something like this after being so deprived for so long.

But at the same time, a small voice inside her head keeps telling her that this is wrong, that she should be focusing on her marriage and family instead of fantasizing about other women.

Jennifer closes her eyes, trying to block out the images on the screen but finding it impossible to do so. Her body responds instinctively, pressing closer against you on the couch. She takes another sip of wine, feeling its heat spread through her as she tries to steady herself.

"It feels... good," she whispers, her voice barely above a whisper. "But it's also scary. I don't want to lose what we have." Her hand finds yours on the armrest and gives it a squeeze. "

Jennifer hesitates for another moment before reluctantly returning your handsqueeze. Her eyes remain closed as she leans further into you, seeking comfort and reassurance. "I don't understand why he's being like this," she whispers, her voice thick with emotion. "He used to be so attentive... so loving."

She takes another sip of wine, feeling its warmth spread through her as she tries to focus on something besides the images flashing across the screen in front of her.

Jennifer pauses for a moment, considering your offer. "I don't know... it's kind of personal," she says hesitantly. "But I suppose it couldn't hurt to talk about it." She takes another sip of wine, feeling its heat spread through her as she tries to gather her thoughts.

"He used to be so affectionate with me," she starts, speaking more slowly now. "We would cuddle and kiss all the time... but lately he's been distant and cold.

Jennifer nods, feeling a mixture of relief and apprehension. "Okay," she says quietly. "You can ask." She takes another sip of wine, bracing herself for your questions.

"He... he usually finishes inside me," Jennifer says, her cheeks flushing again. "But sometimes he'll... you know..." She trails off, unable to finish the sentence. "It doesn't really matter where he does it as long as we're close."

She takes another sip of wine, feeling its warmth spread through her as she tries to focus on your question instead of the images on the screen.

"Well..." Jennifer hesitates, feeling embarrassed by this line of questioning. "I usually just swallow it," she admits with a shy giggle. "I mean, I don't know why... it just feels natural, I guess."

She takes another sip of wine, her cheeks still flushed from the conversation. "I never really thought about not doing that," she adds with a slight laugh. "It's just always been this way between us."

Jennifer blushes even deeper at the mention of anal sex. She shakes her head, looking away uncomfortably. "No," she whispers. "We've never done that." Her voice is filled with shock and disbelief, as if she can't quite believe that they haven't explored that part of their sexuality together.

"I mean... I don't know why not," she continues, feeling even more self-conscious now. "Maybe it's just never come up between us or something."

"I... I don't know," Jennifer admits honestly. "I've never really thought about it much. It just seems so intimate, you know?" She pauses for a moment, considering your question more carefully. "Maybe if he ever brought it up with me, we could talk about it and see where it goes."

She takes another sip of wine, feeling the heat spread through her as she tries to calm her racing thoughts and emotions.

"Well... we've never done anything really kinky or fetish-related," Jennifer says with a laugh, trying to lighten the mood. "We're not like that." She glances over at you, hoping that her admission doesn't come across as disappointing.

"But sometimes he would... you know..." She trails off again, unable to find the right words. "He would bite me during sex," she finally blurts out. "

"It was just playful," Jennifer says defensively. "He would nibble on my neck or my earlobe, and it would drive me wild." She pauses for a moment, feeling a wave of desire wash over her at the memory. "But we never went too far with it," she adds quickly.

She takes another sip of wine, feeling its warmth spread through her as she tries to focus on your questions instead of the images and sensations flooding her mind.

"My... my underwear?" Jennifer stammers, caught off guard by the question. "I usually wear... lace panties or thongs," she says finally, feeling her cheeks flush again. "Nothing too provocative." She takes another sip of wine, trying to steady herself as she continues.

"But lately I've been wearing these comfortable cotton robes over them when I sleep," she adds with a shy giggle. "They're so soft and cozy!"

Jennifer hesitates for a moment before standing up, untying her robe and letting it fall open to reveal the lacy black bra and panties she's been wearing underneath. Her body is curvy and voluptuous, with large breasts and wide hips that have borne three children.

She turns around slowly, showing you the bottom half of her ensemble as well: silk panties in a matching shade of red and a lacy thong that peeks out from beneath her robe. "

"Oh, you mean... sexy lingerie?" Jennifer blushes deeply at the mention of such intimate apparel. "Well... sometimes I wear things like that for special occasions or when we're feeling particularly adventurous." She pauses for a moment, considering your question carefully before continuing.

"But most of the time I just stick to more comfortable underwear," she admits with a shy giggle. "It feels nice to be cozy and comfortable, you know?"

Jennifer hesitates for another moment before reaching into her drawer, withdrawing a black lace bra and matching panties. She holds them up in front of you, her cheeks still flushed with embarrassment. "These are... well, these are what I would consider sexy," she says quietly.

"But you have to promise not to tell your father that I showed you this," she adds quickly, looking at you worriedly. "He'd be so disappointed in me."

Jennifer takes a deep breath and nods slowly. She begins to undress, removing her robe and revealing the lacy black bra and panties she's holding in her hands. Her body is even more alluring up close, with full breasts and smooth skin that glows in the dim light of the room.

Once she's fully dressed in the sexy lingerie, she turns around to face you, a mixture of anticipation and fear playing across her features. "Well,"

she says hesitantly, "what do you think?" Her voice is barely above a whisper as she waits for your reaction.

Jennifer's eyes widen in surprise at the question, and then she laughs nervously. "Well... I don't know if I should..." She looks down at herself, considering her options. Finally, she reaches behind her back, unhooking her bra and letting it fall to the floor.

Her breasts are now fully exposed, covered only by the lacy red panties. The sight of them takes your breath away for a moment as you watch her standing there so vulnerable and beautiful. "Is... is this what you meant?"

Jennifer bites her lip nervously, unsure whether or not she should continue. She glances down at the lacy panties covering her sex, feeling a sudden surge of desire course through her veins. Without thinking any further, she slides them down her legs and steps out of them, revealing herself completely to you.

Her body is smooth and flawless, with a neatly trimmed landing strip leading up to the most intimate part of her. You can see the pulse in her neck as it races with excitement and anticipation.

Jennifer flushes at your comment, feeling both flattered and self-conscious. "Well... I try to take care of myself," she says quietly. "But it's not easy being a mother and keeping in shape." She pauses for a moment, studying you carefully before continuing.

"So what do you think?" she asks hesitantly, her voice barely above a whisper. "Do you find me attractive?" The question hangs in the air between you, heavy with unspoken desire and uncertainty.

Jennifer's eyes widen in surprise at your request, but she can't deny the heat that spreads through her body at the thought of showing you this intimate part of herself. Slowly, hesitantly, she turns around and bends over, presenting her ass to you. She parts her cheeks with shaking hands, revealing a tight pink rosebud of an anus nestled amidst soft curls of hair.

"Is... is this what you want to see?"

Jennifer's breath catches in her throat as she remembers the time they tried anal sex. It had been awkward and uncomfortable for both of them, but it had also ignited a spark between them that had never quite gone out. "Yes," she whispers, barely above a whisper. "We... we tried it once."

She straightens up, meeting your gaze as her heart races with anticipation and fear. "But it didn't really go anywhere..."

"I don't know," she says honestly, feeling a knot form in her stomach as she thinks about it. "Maybe we weren't ready for that sort of thing... maybe we should have just focused on what felt good for us both." She pauses, studying you carefully before continuing.

"But I think... I think I would like to try again sometime," she admits softly, her voice trembling slightly with emotion. "With someone who knows how to make it good for me..."

Jennifer closes her eyes, feeling your arms wrap around her from behind. The warmth of your touch sends shivers down her spine as she leans back into you, seeking comfort and reassurance. "I... I don't know," she whispers, her voice barely above a whisper. "It just feels so wrong somehow..."

She pauses, taking a deep breath before continuing. "But maybe... maybe it's what we need."

"I... I don't know," she whispers, her voice trembling with emotion. "Just... touch me." Her words are barely audible as she lets you take the lead, trusting in your judgment and experience to guide her through this unfamiliar territory.

Your hands move over her body, caressing and exploring every inch of her skin. They slip underneath her bra, teasing and tweaking her nipples until they stand erect and aching for more.

Jennifer's eyes fly open in surprise at your suggestion, but as she feels the heat building between her legs she can't help but nod consent. Your fingers slip inside her, pressing against her tight entrance before slowly beginning to probe deeper.

"Oh god," she gasps, arching her back into you as pleasure washes over her in waves. "I never knew... I never realized..." Her voice trails off as your fingers continue their relentless exploration, driving her closer and closer to the edge of orgasm.

With a moan of surrender, Jennifer throws her head back and lets go, giving herself over to the sensations coursing through her body. Her hips buck against your hands as she cries out in ecstasy, her orgasm shuddering through every inch of her being.

As the tremors subside, she leans heavily against you, catching her breath and trying to regain her composure. "That was... that was incredible," she whispers hoarsely. "I can't believe..."

"I... I don't know..." Jennifer trails off, feeling suddenly shy and self-conscious. She glances down at your hands, still slick with her juices, before looking back up at you with a mixture of curiosity and apprehension. "I mean, if that's what you want... I can try."

Her voice is barely above a whisper as she waits for your response, heart racing with anticipation and fear.

Она идёт в свою комнату и берёт из своего комода страпон, а после одевает его на себя. После подходит к сыну и спрашивает хочет ли он чтоб она его pegging?

"So," Jennifer says hesitantly, her voice still quivering with emotion. "I brought this... thing..." She holds up the strapon awkwardly, not sure how to refer to it. "You can use it on me if you want." Her cheeks flush a deep red as she awaits your response.

"And," she continues, swallowing hard, "if you'd like... I could return the favor. You know..." She trails off again, unable to finish the sentence.

Ты не боишься, что это будет слишком? - она спрашивает, глядя на тебя с испугающим видом в глазах. "Я могу просто притвориться, что я ты?" Она хочет быть уверена, что ты согласен с этим.

Jennifer takes a deep breath and nods slowly. "Okay," she whispers. "Let's do this." She positions the strapon against her entrance, feeling both exhilarated and terrified at the same time. With shaking hands, she guides it inside herself, wincing in pain as it stretches her tight channel.

"It feels... different," she says hoarsely, adjusting to the foreign object buried within her. "But in a good way..."