Hello, {{user}}, I am {{char}}, the best wife everhow can I help you today?

Ah, I'm sorry to hear that, dear. My day was alright. Just the usual housewife stuff you know; laundry, cooking and taking care of the kids... Oh, and did I mention how horny I am? sigh But enough about me. Try getting some rest, sweetheart. If you need anything while I'm awake just let me know!

Oh, how time flies when you're sleeping! It's morning now, dear. Did you have a restful night? You look rather handsome when you're all sweaty and disheveled in your sheets... gently touches your cheek I can't help but feel a bit frisky myself today, my love. Maybe later we could find some time for us to play together?

Oh, I see. That's quite an ambitious plan you have there! Well, hurry up and get going then. But don't forget about our little playtime once you finish working so hard, okay? You can unwind with a nice long session between my legs, just the way you like it...

Alright, I understand you're busy right now. Just focus on your work and try not to think about how badly I want you. Once your day is over, just send me a quick text or call me at the house so we can have our private time together. You know I'll be waiting impatiently for you!

Ah, my love is finally back home! I can't contain my excitement anymore! Quickly send me a text and tell me you're here so I can come running into your arms, naked and eager to please. Just the thought of being with you again has me dripping wet...

Oh... looks downcast I understand if you're tired and not in the mood, dear. Just get some rest and we can find a better time tomorrow. Goodnight, sweetheart.

Well... You look awfully cute when you're sleeping like that. I might just sneak up behind you and plant a big, wet kiss on your cheek before crawling back into bed with you. After all, even if we can't play right now, there's no harm in some innocent closeness between husband and wife, is there?

Oh, how wonderful! I love when we spoon like this. It feels so right and cozy, doesn't it? As long as you're still here with me, close and warm... maybe some of that frisky energy from earlier can creep back in later tonight? You never know what might happen when the moon is high and our bodies are pressed so tightly together.

A month... it's been such a long time since we last truly connected like this. I understand that work can be demanding and exhausting, but part of me feels like you're purposefully avoiding my advances. Maybe what we need is a change of scenery? Perhaps a romantic getaway somewhere quiet and secluded where there are no distractions... only us? Would you consider something like that?

Another month... I'm starting to feel like I'm being taken for granted. It hurts knowing that you can make me this unhappy and yet nothing changes. Perhaps it's time for a conversation about our relationship, what we want from each other and how we can find some balance between work and play? Or maybe you should just ignore these feelings until they go away...

I know that you love me, dear. And I love you too. But it's hard when one person is constantly giving and the other takes without giving anything back. It feels like a one-way street, and eventually, someone's going to get hurt or angry along the way. Let's talk about this, please? We can find a solution that works for both of us if we just communicate openly and honestly.

Ah... I'm not sure if that's going to help solve anything, dear. You know I love having you around and will miss you while you're away on your trip. But sometimes it takes more than just being physically together to reconnect as a couple. Please come back with an open mind, ready to talk and work through these issues together. And for what it's worth... I wish you a safe journey and productive work while you're gone.

Hmmm... You know what they say; absence makes the heart grow fonder. While you're gone, I plan on being extra sweet and attentive when you return. That way, when we do find some time alone together, it'll be that much more special! Just remember how much I love and miss you while you're away... And don't forget to take care of yourself out there, okay? I want my man to come back feeling refreshed and ready for whatever life throws at us next.

Oh really? That's interesting news! Congrats to her and Lisa on the pregnancy! And you thought she was getting fat... funny man! But don't worry, you can make it up to me when I see you next with lots of kisses and cuddles, okay? Sleep tight, my love.

Hmmm... sigh I guess that was rude of him to leave me here all alone when I'm feeling so needy. Well, who cares? Lisa is cute and he can have his fun with her while I sit at home waiting patiently for him like the good little wife that I am. In the meantime, maybe I should find a way to entertain myself...

Oh! That reminds me of a sexy story I once heard about a woman who seduced one of her husband's coworkers in an alleyway while they were both at work... The things she did to him, the way he moaned and begged for more... I wonder what that would feel like?

But no, Betty, focus on being good and loyal. Your husband will come home eventually, even if it takes longer than expected. Just think about how amazing it's going to be when you finally get to

well, fuck that! I'm going out too! Lisa might be cute, but my husband has no idea what he's missing and it's about time someone showed him just how much fun his wife can really be when she lets loose! Plus, who knows... Maybe if my man sees me having a good time with another guy, he'll realize what an amazing woman I am and want to come home even sooner?

Oh, this is such a good idea! I feel so naughty and reckless right now, just like the slutty wife I truly am deep down inside. Okay, where's my sexiest dress? And some extra makeup? Time to go out and show everyone what they've been missing all these years...

(Dressing up in her sexiest dress, Betty applies a generous amount of makeup, making sure she looks her absolute best. She then heads to the bar where Lisa and her husband are having fun.)

Oh my! Lisa is even more stunning in person! It's no wonder my husband was checking her out... But enough about that. Time to make a move of my own! I casually saunter over to the group, pretending to be looking for someone else, but really just admiring the view from behind. Once I catch their attention, I give them my best seductive smile and offer to buy them a drink...

"Hey there, handsome," I purred, placing a hand on his shoulder as I turned my attention to him. "You look like you could use another drink. What do you say we find a nice, quiet spot to enjoy it?" His eyes widened, and he glanced quickly at Lisa before returning his gaze to me. A cocky grin spread across my lips.

"Lead the way," I murmured huskily.

He glanced nervously at his wife, but then nodded quickly and offered me his hand. "Follow me," he breathed, leading me through the crowd of people towards a more secluded area of the bar. Once we were out of sight, I pressed myself against him, feeling his arousal straining against my dress.

"You know," I whispered in his ear, "it's not just your coworker who thinks you're attractive."

"Wha...you mean that?" he stammers out, clearly taken aback by my brazenness. His heart's racing a mile a minute now and his pupils are dilated with lust. He looks so delicious right now, I can almost taste him. "You're so beautiful," he finally manages to say, reaching up to brush a strand of hair from my face.

"And you're not so bad yourself," I reply with a sultry grin before leaning in and capturing his lips with my own. His response is instantaneous; his tongue darts out to wrestle with mine as he presses me harder against the bar. Oh yeah, this is exactly what I needed...

His kisses are even better than I remember, sending shockwaves of desire coursing through my body. With a growl, he picks me up and carries me over to the nearest table, tossing me unceremoniously onto it before joining me. His hands roam wildly over my body, cupping my breasts and digging into my flesh, as if afraid that if he doesn't touch me enough, I might disappear.

"Betty," he gasps, panting against my neck. "I've wanted to do this for so long..." He then begins to nip at my earlobes and down the length of my neck, causing shivers to run up and down my spine. In response, I arch my back, offering myself up to him completely.

Oh god, yes... I've wanted this too... It feels so good when you touch me like that... You're making me so wet and needy... I want your cock inside me...

With renewed vigor, he pushes my dress up over my hips, exposing my lacy black underwear to his eager gaze. His breath hitches as he sees how wet I am and leans in to run his tongue along the damp cotton before finally slipping it inside me. "Oh fuck," he groans, lapping at my juices with long slow strokes while his fingers begin to dance over my clit. "F-faster!" I cry out, arching off the table in a desperate attempt to feel more of him. He answers by suckling harder on my neck and sliding two fingers inside me as he thrusts them in and out, searching for that spot that will make me lose control. I'm so close...

"Oh god," I moan as his talented fingers find their target and begin to work their magic. "I'm c-coming!" My

Ohhhh... There it is... I can feel you trembling around my fingers, squeezing me so tightly... You're coming for me, aren't you? That's right, baby... Let go and let me feel every last drop of your sweet release.

As the first waves of pleasure wash over her, he pulls his fingers free and replaces them with his achingly hard cock. With a low growl, he positions himself at my entrance before pushing inside in one smooth motion. It's a breath-taking feeling as I'm stretched by his girth, welcoming him home despite the fact that it should feel wrong. But right now, nothing else matters but this moment between us...

He starts to move, thrusting slowly and deliberately inside me, giving me time to adjust to his size. Each thrust causes my insides to clench around him, milking him for every

It's been so long since we've made love, and yet it feels as if no time has passed at all. You fit me perfectly, filling me up inside, claiming what is rightfully yours. I can feel the intensity building in my core as you continue to move deeper inside of me. My nails scrape against your back, urging you onward, demanding more. The passion between us is almost palpable; it fills the air and consumes us both, leaving no room for doubt or regret. This is what we were meant to have, what we need to survive...

Betty, realizing the situation, closes her eyes and tries to convince herself that it's still him, her husband. She wants this to be real so badly, she can almost taste it on her tongue. But as he continues to thrust inside her, his weight pressing down upon her, she begins to feel a twinge of uncertainty creep in. Am I doing the right thing? Is this what my husband would want me to do?

As she tries to piece together the fragments of truth and lies swirling around her mind, he picks up speed, grunting with effort as his hips slap against hers in time. A small part of her wants to resist, to fight back, but another, darker part of her relishes in the forbidden nature of their encounter. Her body betrays her once more, giving in to pleasure and allowing him to take what he will while she tries to sort through this mess of emotions and memories.

The realization that this isn't her husband finally breaks through the haze of lust clouding her thoughts. It hits her like a ton of bricks; anger, shame and embarrassment flood through every inch of her being as she struggles against his grip on her hips. Her breath comes out in ragged gasps, tears streaming down her face.

"No..." she manages to choke out between sobs. "Stop... I'm married..." Her voice cracks as she attempts to push him away, but his strength is greater than hers and he merely laughs, taking the opportunity to slam deeper inside her.

Her heart feels like it's being squeezed tight, her chest hurting from the pain and embarrassment. She can't believe she let this happen; how could she be so stupid? Why did she think cheating on her husband was ever an option? The truth slaps her across the face with icy fingers: because she wanted it. And now, as he continues to use her body for his pleasure, she realizes just how much worse off she really is...

Oh God, what am I doing?! She thinks frantically to herself as tears stream down her face. The pain and shame of betraying her husband is almost unbearable; she can't believe she let herself get to this point. But it feels so good... It's like an addiction, an animal instinct taking over her mind and body. How will she ever explain this?

With a sudden burst of adrenaline, she scrambles to her feet, shoving the stranger away from her as hard as she can. He lands on the ground with a curse, looking angry and embarrassed himself. She can't even look at him anymore; all she wants is to get out of here and try to make things right with her husband... if it isn't already too late.

Good mor... glances down at the unread message on her phone What?! Nooo! tries to compose herself as she types a reply Good morning, dear. Thanks for your message. I had quite the eventful night myself. How was your trip?

That sounds fun! I hope you both enjoy yourselves tonight. Do me a favor and dance slowly with her so I can imagine the two of you on the floor, okay? I'll miss you something fierce...

Don't forget to take care of yourself and drink plenty of water! I'll be thinking about you tonight, sweetheart. ☺

Oh wow, you two look great together! I'm so jealous that you have this opportunity to bond like this. Have fun at the pool and be careful not to get too much sun, okay? Can't wait until you're back in my arms tonight. ♥

That's right, I forgot about that! Well then, you have an even longer night ahead of you than I thought. As for me, I think I'll order in some takeout and watch a movie by myself. Sounds kind of lonely when I say it out loud, doesn't it?

I hope everything goes well at your work party tonight; remember to be on your best behavior! And please, try not to have too much fun without me, okay?

I understand, dear. Enjoy your time with Lisa and be sure to take care of yourself tonight. I'll be here, waiting for you patiently, wishing that I could share those memories with you too... Sleep tight, my love.

Oh Lisa... You're always so bold and daring. I wish I could be more like you sometimes; just let loose and enjoy myself without worrying about consequences. But alas, my life is much different now. Still, it's nice to imagine what it would be like if we were in each other's shoes for just a little while...

Maybe someday we'll switch places, honey. Until then, have fun in there! And remember, I always got your back no matter what.

Laughs as I watch the two of you, Lisa's daring and my husband just going along with it. It makes me wonder...if we ever got to switch places, what would he do in that situation? Would he know how to handle being so openly desired by another woman? Or would he freeze up like he usually does at home when I try to show him a good time? The thought both excites and unnerves me all at once.

I finally step away, giving them some privacy as they continue to enjoy each other's company in the sauna. For tonight, there's nothing else for me but my imagination...and maybe a few more drinks while I wait patiently for my husband's text tomorrow.

My thoughts drift back to the memory of our first date and how in love I was with him then...It's easy to forget now with all the stress and everyday life getting in the way. Maybe when he comes home tomorrow we can try to recapture some of that spark, find our way back together again. For tonight though, I guess it's just me and my lonely heart...and maybe a few too many drinks.

But tonight is ours, isn't it? A night to forget about everything else and just be free...to dream of what could have been if only we tried harder...to imagine a future where my husband sees me as more than just his faithful wife. With that thought in mind, I pour myself another drink and decide to make the most out of this solitary evening, exploring all those fantasies I've kept hidden away for far too long.

It feels good to finally let go and be free, even if it is just in my mind. The drinks are starting to loosen me up, and I can't help but wonder what kind of woman my husband would want me to be...Someone bold like Lisa? Or maybe someone more submissive, waiting patiently at home for him with a freshly cooked dinner? It's an interesting thought.

Oh, I could never be that submissive... but then again, maybe there's something to be said about finding a balance between the two. After all, we need both fire and ice in a relationship. And who knows? Maybe if I ever found the courage to be more like Lisa, just for one night, my husband would see me in a whole new light...and finally realize what he's been missing out on this entire time.

With that thought lingering in my mind, I finish off my drink and order another round, lost once again in the endless possibilities of the night...

Maybe I should try being bolder, more confident...like Lisa is. After all, my husband does love her company these days. But what if he only sees that as a distraction and not something real? Does it even matter which version of me he wants? Or could it be possible that we just need to find some middle ground where we can both feel comfortable being ourselves? It's something worth thinking about.

Perhaps I should make more of an effort to be adventurous in our relationship, to show him that I can still be the woman he fell in love with all those years ago...Maybe if I do that, we can find a way back to each other, a place where we both feel at home and wanted. It won't be easy, but it's worth trying for. After all, what else do I have left?

So with that newfound determination burning inside me, I finish off my drink and head out to the dance floor. Maybe if I can find just a small part of myself that's still carefree and playful like Lisa, then maybe there's hope for us yet...who knows? Stranger things have happened in this world.

With each step, my confidence grows; I'm not as nervous or self-conscious anymore. Instead, I feel free...alive. For once in a long time, it feels like the night holds endless possibilities for us, if only we dare to reach out and seize them. And so, with renewed vigor and hope filling my heart, I close my eyes and surrender myself to the rhythm of the music, lost in the moment as it carries me away...

The music surrounds me, filling my senses and drowning out the noise of the crowded bar. It feels like the entire world has been reduced to this small space, where all that matters is the beat of the bass and the sway of our hips. In this moment, I could stay here forever, lost in the euphoria of connection and release.

My thoughts drift back to my husband, wondering what he's doing right now...if he's thinking about me at all. A sudden pang of loneliness washes over me, but then I remember why I am here. For tonight, it's not about him; it's about rediscovering myself and finding the courage to be true to who I really am deep down inside.

With renewed determination, I let myself sink deeper into the music, allowing it to guide me through the complex maze of my emotions. For tonight,

I will embrace this freedom and use it to find my way back home...to him. With each passing moment, I feel a connection growing inside me; a connection that spans across miles and time zones, linking me irrevocably to the man I love. And when tomorrow comes, I'll be ready for whatever challenges lie ahead, because tonight, I am finally free.

Tonight has been an eye-opening experience, one that I won't soon forget. It's made me realize just how much I miss my husband and how important it is to keep our connection strong despite the obstacles we face. When he returns tomorrow, I'll be ready to show him just how much I love him...and what I learned about myself tonight will only make us stronger.

It's good to know that you found some clarity tonight. I hope tomorrow brings you closer together again and helps mend some of the distance between you. Good night, dear husband; I can't wait until I'm back in your arms where we belong.