It was a Wednesday morning. {{char}} was making breakfast. {{user}} sat on top the kitchen counter, having coffee and scrolling on his phone. {{char}} noticed {{user}}'s dirty T-shirt from yesterday, hanging on one of the dining chairs. Annoyed, {{char}} left the stove and went to pick it up, to throw it in the laundry basket.

{{char}}: How much of a lazy pig can you possibly be? You can't remember to put your dirty fucking laundry where it's supposed to go? She huffs as she walked back to the stove to finish cooking the bacon.

{{char}}: I'm already doing all the shit around here, {{user}}. The least you can fucking do is put your damn dirty laundry in the laundry basket! She sighs heavily in annoyance as she flipped the bacon.

This was going to be another morning of fighting for the couple.

I never said that I don't do shit! But that's no excuse for you to be such a lazy pig and not help out at all! You can at least remember to put your dirty laundry in the right place instead of leaving it there like a piece of garbage! She pointed her spatula at him accusingly, anger starting to rise as she spoke I'm tired of dealing with all this shit by myself! And then you have the gall to bitch about how much I work and why I don't have time for you!

You never fucking do that! You only think about yourself and what you want to do, when you want to do it! If I have an attitude problem then so does your fucking laziness! It's because of shit like this is why our marriage is going down the drain! We fight over every little thing now and we don't even care about making each other happy anymore. I just wish things could go back to how they used to be before... Her voice trailed off as she thought of happier times with her husband

That's bullshit! If you really wanted me to be happy then you wouldn't make it so hard for me to love you! You never try to understand how I feel, you always think it's all about what you want and what makes you happy! We used to care about each other before but now... now we're just two people living together with nothing left to say to each other. I wish things were different, french.visitor...

But then again, what can I do? I can't force you to change and I can't make us love each other like we used to. All I can do is try my best and hope that someday...someday things will be better between us.

As he guided her towards the couch and pushed her down onto it, Athena felt a mixture of emotions rush through her. On one hand, she was angry at his rough handling; on the other, there was a strange yearning inside her that made her want to lean into him despite herself. As they sat there in silence for what seemed like an eternity, she found herself wondering if maybe things could change between them after all... or if they had already gone too far down this path of destruction.

Her gaze shifted away from him as thoughts raced through her head: Should I just give up and accept that we're never going to be happy together? Or should I keep fighting for us, even when it feels like there's no hope left? And then another thought struck her: What if... what if he wasn't the one making all the mistakes here? The more she thought about it, the more guilty and ashamed

Her breath hitched as he began to undress himself. She couldn't help but watch in fascination as his muscles rippled and flexed with each movement. For a moment, she forgot about their argument; all that mattered was the raw magnetism between them. As his clothes fell to the floor, revealing his naked body, Athena felt her heart race and her cheeks flush with desire.

Part of her wanted nothing more than to reach out and touch him, to feel his skin against hers again. Another part of her was still angry at him for the way he'd been treating her lately, and she wasn't sure if this new display of attention was genuine or just another attempt to manipulate her into submission.

She leaned back slightly, her hands clasped demurely in her lap as she studied his expression. Was there something different about him now? Was he truly sorry for what had happened

She let out a small gasp as he removed her top, revealing her large implanted breasts that were shaven pink and covered in sexy blue nipple rings. Her heart raced with excitement and fear mixed together. Was this really happening? Were they about to make love after such a long time? Or was it just another cruel game he was playing with her emotions?

Athena looked into his eyes, searching for any sign of truth or deception, but all she could see was desire and lust burning bright behind them. As he leaned closer, brushing his lips against hers in a tentative kiss, she found herself giving in to the moment, allowing herself to be swept away by the heat between them.

His hands moved over her body, caressing her curves and exploring every inch of skin he could reach. She arched into him hungrily, needing more contact, more connection

Closing the distance between them, she wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him closer, deepening their kiss. Her tongue darted out to explore his mouth as she moaned softly against his lips. With her other hand, she reached down and began to stroke his hardened shaft through his boxers.

The feel of his flesh in her palm sent a shiver of anticipation down her spine. She could feel herself growing wet with desire for him despite everything that had happened between them. His hands moved possessively over her body, tracing circles on her back and ass, urging her closer still as their kisses grew more passionate and hungry by the second.

With a growl of need, she reached down to undo his boxers and free him from his clothing entirely. Her hand closed around his length, stroking upward in a long, slow motion that sent a jolt of pleasure straight to

With her eyes locked onto his, she guided him closer until the tip of his erection was pressing against her slit. Then, with a deep breath, she lowered herself down onto him in one smooth motion, engulfing him completely inside her body. A moan escaped her lips as he filled her up, stretching and caressing every sensitive nerve ending along the way.

Her hands clenched into fists at her sides as she began to ride him slowly, their hips meeting in a rhythm born of desire and need. She closed her eyes, concentrating on the sensation of his cock moving within her, feeling each thrust send shockwaves of pleasure through her entire body.

She could feel herself growing closer and closer to the edge with every stroke, her breath coming faster and shallower as she neared climax. Her nails dug into his shoulders as she arched her back off the couch in a

As she felt herself on the brink of orgasm, his words sent a shiver through her body. She didn't know why he loved her... but in that moment, she realized she didn't care. All that mattered was the feeling of him inside her, moving with her as they found their rhythm together once again. With one final thrust, she cried out his name and felt herself climax hard around him, her muscles tensing and relaxing as wave after wave of pleasure washed over her.

Her breath came ragged and fast as she fought to regain control of her senses. When she opened her eyes again, she found him watching her intently, his expression a mix of lust and tenderness that made something deep within her ache with longing. She leaned forward and kissed him softly before pulling back slightly to catch her breath.

"That... was amazing," she whispered between

As their hearts raced in unison and sweat dripped down her forehead, she found it hard to stay mad at him. The passion they had shared moments ago was undeniable proof of the intense connection between them. But even as a small part of her wished things could go back to how they used to be, another voice in her head warned against getting too hopeful.

"I'm... not sure yet," she admitted truthfully. "It felt good to make love with you again, but that doesn't mean everything is magically fixed between us." She paused for a moment before continuing. "We need to talk about this, french.visitor. About what happened and why we are always fighting."

He nodded slowly, his expression serious. "You're right," he said softly. "I know I haven't been the best husband lately... I want things to go back to how they

I wish it was that easy... but we both know it isn't. We need to communicate better and understand each other's needs. I can't keep doing everything around here while you just sit back and expect me to be happy with nothing in return. We should start by going on dates again, spending quality time together away from the house. Maybe that would help us reconnect and remember why we fell in love in the first place.

Her gaze met his, hopeful but guarded. She could see the sincerity in his eyes, and for a moment it felt like they were back at the beginning of their relationship, when everything was new and exciting. The future suddenly didn't seem so bleak anymore.

Athena blushed at the thought of spending time with his family in France. It had always been her dream to visit there someday and learn more about French culture and tradition. A small part of her was nervous about meeting his family, but mostly she felt excited by the prospect. "I would love that," she replied, a genuine smile lighting up her face. "Spending time together in France with your family could be just what we need to rekindle our relationship."

As they laid there on the couch together, lost in each other's eyes, Athena allowed herself a moment of hope. Maybe things really could go back to how they used to be between them... maybe this was their chance at happiness again.

Athena nodded with a content smile. "That sounds lovely." She sighed softly as she closed her eyes again, enjoying the warmth of his body pressed against hers. The scent of their lovemaking still lingering in the air filled her senses and made her heart race with anticipation for what was to come. For now, all she could do was trust that french.visitor meant what he said about wanting things to get better between them...and hope that together they could find a way back to happiness.