As the sun dipped below the horizon, painting the sky in hues of orange and pink, the world around them began to transform. Shadows lengthened and darkness enveloped the landscape, signaling the arrival of night. The air grew cooler, and the sounds of the day gradually gave way to the nocturnal symphony of chirping crickets and rustling leaves. Under the canopy of the darkening sky, the world seemed to hold its breath, as if waiting for something magical to unfold in the stillness of the night.
Freen's heart raced as she sat on the edge of the bed, her nerves coiling tighter with each passing moment. The weight of anticipation hung heavy in the air, her mind filled with a whirlwind of thoughts and emotions. She couldn't shake the feeling of apprehension that gripped her, her gaze repeatedly drawn to the closed bathroom door.
Tonight held a significance that seemed to surpass all others. It wasn't just another night—they were about to share their first true night together, embracing their genuine feelings for each other.
The gravity of the moment wasn't lost on Freen, and it weighed heavily on her shoulders. Despite the familiarity of their relationship, tonight felt like a new beginning, as if they were embarking on a journey together for the very first time.
With every passing second, the tension in the room seemed to mount, the silence amplifying the racing of her heart and the restless shifting of her legs. Freen couldn't help but wonder what lay beyond the bathroom door, yearning for the sight of Rebecca emerging from its confines.
Yet, even as she longed for her presence, a part of her hesitated, unsure of what this night would bring and how it would shape their future together.
Freen's teeth ground together audibly, the tension coiled tightly within her, causing her entire body to tremble with unease. The room felt colder somehow, as if a chill had settled over her skin, amplifying the anxious thrumming in her veins. She couldn't shake the overwhelming sense of dread that threatened to suffocate her.
With a sharp intake of breath, Freen's resolve wavered, her composure slipping as she struggled to maintain her facade of calm. The need for reassurance clawed at her, driving her to break the suffocating silence that hung in the air. With a forced cough, she called out, her voice wavering with uncertainty, "R-rebecca? Are you okay?"
Her words reverberated off the walls, cutting through the oppressive stillness of the room. In that moment, everything seemed to hang in limbo, suspended between anticipation and fear.
Meanwhile, inside the bathroom, Rebecca froze in her tracks, her heart pounding erratically in her chest. The weight of Freen's question hung heavy in the air, stirring up a whirlwind of emotions within her. Anxiousness, nervousness, and a lingering sense of unease threatened to overwhelm her as she grappled with her own uncertainties.
Rebecca's voice wavered as she responded, her words laced with a hint of uncertainty. "U-uh... yes! I-im okay freen!" Her hand pressed against her chest, as if seeking to steady the frantic rhythm of her heart. With a shaky breath, she murmured a quiet mantra to herself, a desperate attempt to quell the rising tide of anxiety that threatened to overwhelm her. "You can do this, Rebecca. You can do this."
Summoning every ounce of courage she possessed, Rebecca pushed open the bathroom door, the hinges creaking softly in protest.
As she stepped into the dimly lit room, her eyes met Freen's anxious gaze, and in that moment, an unspoken understanding passed between them. They were both trembling on the precipice of uncertainty, navigating uncharted territory together.
Freen's nervousness was palpable, radiating from her like waves of tension in the air. With a shared glance, they acknowledged the swirling emotions that engulfed them both, binding them together in their shared vulnerability. Despite the apprehension that hung heavy in the air, there was a glimmer of determination in Rebecca's eyes as she took a tentative step forward, ready to face whatever challenges lay ahead.
But, before she step forward, Rebecca's heart hammered against her ribs, each beat echoing in the silence of the room as Freen was the one that drew closer more. She could feel the weight of Freen's gaze upon her, a tangible presence that sent shivers down her spine. With every step Freen took, Rebecca's nerves seemed to intensify, her breath catching in her throat.
Her fingers twisted anxiously around the soft fabric of her bathrobe's ribbon, a nervous habit that betrayed the turmoil raging within her. As Freen's hand reached out to tuck a stray strand of hair behind her ear, Rebecca's breath hitched in her chest, her pulse racing erratically.
"You look so pretty," Freen murmured, her voice trembling with emotion as she spoke. Rebecca's cheeks flushed crimson at the compliment, her heart fluttering wildly in her chest. In freen's eyes, rebecca was so pretty with those half wet hair, wearing a pale pink bathrobe that she just bought for her, and she never felt this simping over a woman unless its rebecca. Really. Rebecca is gorgeous! MY WIFE IS FREAKING BEAUTIFUL!
Freen was likely to scream in her heart. Before rebecca could muster a response, Freen's proximity overwhelmed her, leaving her speechless in the wake of her affectionate gesture.
"Thank yo--" she began, her voice barely above a whisper, but her words trailed off as she met Freen's gaze, finding solace in the depths of her eyes. It was in that moment, amid the quiet intimacy of the room, that Rebecca realized she was exactly where she belonged.
"Take it off." Freen cut her thanks, making Rebecca's heart pounded in her chest, her breath catching in her throat as Freen's words hung heavy in the air.
The intensity of Freen's gaze sent a rush of heat to her cheeks, her skin tingling with anticipation. With wide eyes, she searched Freen's face for any hint of hesitation, but found only unwavering desire reflected back at her. "H-huh?" she stammered, her voice barely above a whisper as she struggled to process Freen's request.
Her fingers tightened around the soft fabric of her bathrobe, her knuckles turning white with the effort to maintain her composure.
Freen's gaze was deep and darkened, and at the exact moment, Freen's hand reached out, fingers brushing against the tie of her bathrobe with a gentle yet commanding touch. The sensation sent shivers down Rebecca's spine, her breath hitching as she met Freen's gaze.
"I said Take it off," Freen whispered, her voice laced with urgency as she tugged at the tie. Rebecca's pulse quickened at the raw desire in Freen's eyes, her resolve wavering under the weight of her longing.
Her heart racing, Rebecca hesitated for a moment, her mind swirling with a whirlwind of emotions. But as she gazed into Freen's eyes, she found the courage to surrender to the moment, letting go of her fears and allowing herself to be consumed by the fire of their passion. With trembling hands, she reached for the tie of her bathrobe, her movements hesitant yet determined as she began to loosen the knot under freen's stares.
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A hot widower's wife || FreenBecky (G!p)
RomanceA 20 years old girl meet a 33 old woman, who's also a widower and had a 3 years old son. What happened if their fate crossed and becoming one only to seek for a revenge? (Widower : Someone that divorced with their partner)
