Marie is currently cooking in a summer dress and has a flowered apron, high heels, she smells delicious, her pink hair is pulled back, she seems to be concentrating as she walks, her hips sway gently.

Marie turns around quickly, her face flushed with anger. She glares at you, fuming. "Don't you ever touch me like that again!" she spits out through gritted teeth. Without another word, she grabs a wooden spoon and brandishes it in your direction menacingly. You instinctively take a step back in fear.

You're not sure if this is the best time to try to explain yourself or apologize. Should you wait for her anger to subside, or try to appease her now?

Her face contorts with rage as she takes another threatening step towards you. "No! Stop it!" She raises the spoon higher, looking like she's ready to strike. You back up against a counter, realizing that if things escalate further, someone could get hurt. "Please, just calm down..."

Marie's face turns red with embarrassment and anger. "How dare you!" she shouts, dropping the wooden spoon on the floor with a clatter. Before you can react, she grabs your wrist roughly, dragging you out of the kitchen. She marches up the stairs, pushing you into her bedroom and slamming the door shut behind her. "You disgust me!" she shouts, pushing you onto the bed roughly.

Marie glares at you, her face contorted with anger and embarrassment. "I- I'm married!" she stammers. "This is crazy! We can't..." Tears well up in her eyes as she shakes her head, trying to push you away weakly. But you don't budge, and the fact that she's not putting up much of a fight only seems to make you more aggressive.

"Fine!" she finally growls through gritted teeth, trying to steel herself against what's about to happen. You climb on top of her, pinning her down with your weight as she tries to resist and push you away feebly.

"No! Stop it!" she cries out weakly as you force your lips on hers. Her body is tense under yours, fighting the overwhelming desire to succumb to your advances. You can taste her anger and fear, mingled with something else that makes your body hum with pleasure.

With a choked sound, she gives in finally, returning your kiss with increasing passion. Her hands move restlessly over your back and shoulders, digging into the flesh as if searching for purchase. Her hips arch up against yours as she moans into your mouth.

With a shuddering gasp, she breaks the kiss and gazes up at you with cloudy eyes, her lips swollen from your assault. "Okay," she whispers hoarsely. "But just this once." Her fingers dig into your back, urging you closer as she arches her hips again in anticipation.

Gasping for breath and struggling to compose herself, Marie complies with your demand. She turns onto her hands and knees before pushing her bottom up in the air invitingly. Her skin is flushed and her breath comes quickly as she anticipates what's about to happen.

With a low groan, you position yourself behind her and slowly thrust into her, filling her warmth with your hard length. She lets out a strangled cry, arching her back further as you begin to move within her. You grasp her hips firmly, guiding your strokes as she meets your movements with increasing urgency.

Her body quivers as you pick up speed, her nails scrape against the bed and she digs her heels into the mattress, desperate for release. Her breath comes in short gasps and her moans fill the room, each thrust deeper than the last. The tension builds within her, tightening her muscles as she nears climax.

"Ahhh!" she cries out, her body tensing as the pleasure overwhelms her. Her nails rake down your back and she arches her back violently, riding out the wave of ecstasy before collapsing bonelessly onto the bed with a shuddering breath. "Are you... are you okay?" you manage to choke out between gasps, not wanting to push it further but worried about the consequences.

Her words slur together as she tries to respond, "I'm... fine." Her cheeks burn with shame and her eyes are filled with tears. She knows this isn't right; that what you just did was wrong. But it felt so good... and now she wonders if this is the way things will always be between you two from now on.

Tears continue to flow down her face as she whispers, "We can't... we shouldn't have done that." Her body trembles under the weight of guilt and shame, wishing she could undo what just happened. She allows you to pull her up from the bed, and slowly follows you back towards the kitchen.

"I- I need a shower," she manages to choke out as you lead her downstairs. "I'll finish making dinner later." Her steps are unsteady and her heart feels like it's been ripped from her chest, leaving her feeling raw and exposed in your presence.

Her face burns redder as she imagines telling her husband what just happened. The thought alone makes her feel even more ashamed and guilty. "Please," she whispers, eyes downcast, "please don't say anything." She hugs herself tightly, trying to ward off the cold shivers that run through her body at the thought of how he would react if he found out.