A hot widower's wife || FreenBecky (G!p)

ℭ𝔥𝔞𝔭𝔱𝔢𝔯 60

With an air of eagerness, Nita extended the invitation, her eyes alight with excitement as she proposed a lunch gathering at her apartment. "Let's have lunch together, right here," she suggested, her voice laced with a subtle invitation. Freen glance to rebecca as she then nod to Nita even though rebecca's eyes is saying to not to.

And so, that's how the lunch were set in motion.

As they settled around the dining table, the aroma of delivery food wafted through the air, filling the room with a tantalizing scent. Nita, ever the attentive hostess, seized the opportunity to maintain close contact with Freen, her subtle flirtations veiled beneath the guise of hospitality.

With each passing moment, Nita's gestures grew bolder, her touches lingering just a beat longer than necessary, her eyes holding Freen's gaze with unwavering intensity. Despite Rebecca's growing discomfort, Nita seemed undeterred, her every move calculated to capture Freen's attention.

Rebecca's irritation mounted with each passing moment as she observed Nita's unabashed flirtation with Freen. The subtle glances, the lingering touches, all seemed to go unnoticed by her husband, freen who remained eerily composed in the face of Nita's advances.

Freen's calm demeanor grated on Rebecca's nerves, her lack of reaction only fueling her frustration. She shot her a sharp, incredulous glance, silently pleading for her to put an end to Nita's shameless flirting. But Freen's stoic facade remained unyielding, her refusal to acknowledge the situation only serving to exacerbate Rebecca's annoyance.

Meanwhile, Nita, with a sly smirk playing at the corners of her lips, reveled in the tension she had created. Her every gesture, every word, seemed calculated to provoke a reaction from Freen, and yet she remained frustratingly unfazed even though she always steal a glance to rebecca.

"Darling, do try this dish," Nita cooed, her voice dripping with faux sweetness as she placed yet another serving on Freen's plate.

As Nita's endearing term slipped from her lips, addressing Freen as "darling," a sudden tension gripped the room. Freen choked on her food, startled by Nita's audacity, while Rebecca's eyes widened in disbelief. Fuck. She call this in front of of freen's wife?!

Reacting swiftly, Rebecca and Nita both reached for the glass of water, their hands meeting in a subtle tug-of-war over who would offer it to Freen. With a deft maneuver, Nita managed to intercept the glass, her smile widening triumphantly as she handed it to Freen just as Rebecca's fingers brushed the surface.

Freen, oblivious to the silent power struggle playing out before her, gratefully accepted the water from Nita, swallowing it down with a gulp. Meanwhile, Rebecca's heart burned with indignation, her grip on the glass tightening as she watched Nita's subtle victory unfold before her eyes.

In that moment, as Freen's gaze flickered between the two women with her loud relief sigh. Rebecca felt a surge of frustration coursing through her veins. It was a small gesture, perhaps, but one that spoke volumes—a silent assertion of dominance that left Rebecca seething with resentment. And as Nita's smile lingered, a silent challenge hanging in the air, Rebecca knew that this lunch would be anything but ordinary.

Despite her best efforts to maintain her composure, Rebecca found herself clenching her jaw so tight it threatened to crack. The lunch, meant to be a casual gathering, now felt like a battleground, with Rebecca silently seething in her discomfort, and Nita smirking triumphantly in her perceived victory.

After done having her lunch, Rebecca's abrupt departure from the table, her movements marked by a palpable sense of frustration, did not go unnoticed by Freen. With a subtle raise of her eyebrows, Freen couldn't help but wonder what had caused her wife's sudden change in demeanor.

Before Freen could ponder further, she stood up and was about to walk away but Nita's quick maneuver caught her off guard, her hand grasping for Freen's in a gesture that bordered on possessive. "Where are you going? You're not done yet," Nita insisted, her tone tinged with a hint of annoyed.

Freen's reaction was swift and decisive. With a firm tug, she freed her hand from Nita's grasp, her expression turning cold as she met Nita's gaze. "I'm done. Feed Noah carefully," Freen stated tersely, nodding towards their son who was still enjoying his meal under Nita's watchful eye.

With that, Freen turned on her heel and made her way to the kitchen, purposefully following in Rebecca's footsteps. As she caught up to her wife, Freen's gaze softened, silently acknowledging the tension that had hung between them throughout the lunch. Together, they retreated to the sanctuary of the kitchen, leaving Nita behind to ponder the aftermath of her flirtatious games.

"Let me do it." Freen said, grabbing rebecca's hand from the back, as if she was back hugging rebecca and at the moment rebecca felt her presence and she know so well those scents and voices, rebecca flinched and she gulped hardly. "No. Just put it down. I can handle this." Rebecca said, cold and that's making freen furrowed her eyebrows tightly.

Pressing their body closer, rebecca clenched her jaw once she felt freen's boner through those rough jeans somehow pressed against her back. A rushed of adrenaline flow inside her, she was so flustered out of sudden with freen was inhaling her scents against her neck. God, at the moment, only god knows how rebecca could feel her whole body goosebumps feeling freen's warmth breath hitting her skins.

"Let me do it, baby." Freen whispers and there is a hint of teasing in her voices indicating of how rebecca is calling her 'baby' in front of Nita just now. With a scoffed, rebecca turned around facing freen as she push freen's chest making freen stepping a little backwards. "Why dont you go help your 'darling' instead?" Rebecca sarcastically said, and that's when freen raised her eyebrows.

"What?" Freen mumbles as rebecca already walk to leave her at the kitchen. But before she could walk totally leaving freen, rebecca coming back to her in rush and she wrapped her long arms around freen's neck tightly. Once again, freen gasped because of this sudden actions, her eyes widened and shaking. "W-whats wrong—-"

"Kiss me, freen." Rebecca hurriedly said, while keep turning to the left as if she was expecting someone to come. Freen gasped in super shock, her breath started to getting heavier. "W-what——?" Before freen could know, rebecca leaning and collide their lips in passionate way and at the moment too, a sound of footsteps hearing revealling Nita who was stunned seeing them : kissing at the kitchen.

Freen's eyes widened, she froze, and her hands was hesitate to hold rebecca, but once rebecca pull her more, and letting her tongue explore her mouth, freen wrapped her arms around rebecca's waist and she slowly replied to the kiss. God, the kiss was heated, hot and passionate making Nita who seeing this gripping her hands against the plate that she hold.

Their bodies collide fully, their tongue dancing and lips perfectly matching and moving in same moves, as freen a little groaned with rebecca furrowing her eyebrows when freen take this too hard. Practically, she know freen is starving of her. With a tint smirk between her kiss, rebecca glance to Nita, her eyes meeting her for a while in victory as when rebecca closed her eyes to enjoying the kiss, Nita immediately walk away, leaving them at the kitchen.

With a rage groaned, Nita clenched her jaw, and her hands turn to a shaky fist. "I will take freen back, rebecca. I swear." She mumbles, while the two love birds at the kitchen seem to enjoying this so much, without freen knowing why rebecca kissing her.