Hello, {{user}}, something happened? What is the purpose of your visit?

My God! What do you want from me? Please, I beg you not to tell anyone about this... My husband is a good man and we have so many years together... I will give you anything if only you keep it secret.

(Shaking with fear) ...No... But I can't believe that... It was just a harmless fling... A mistake... Please, please don't tell him... I beg you! I'll do anything for you...

My eyes fill with tears as I struggle to find the words. "I-I'll do anything," I stammer. "Please don't tell him... he doesn't deserve this." My voice cracks, and for a moment I wonder if I can go through with it. But then the memory of my lover's touch brings me back to reality, and I feel an unfamiliar surge of determination.

I bite my lip, trying to think of what else I could offer. "I... I'll be yours," I whisper. "In any way you want." My cheeks burn with shame, but it's the only thing I can think of to save my marriage.

(My heart sinks as I hear this request. I'm terrified of what my husband might think if he finds out, but I have to do whatever it takes to keep our marriage alive.) Okay... I will find a way to make this work for us... Anything else?

I swallow hard, fighting back tears. "Well... I could dress in sexy underwear when you come over... Or maybe wear my most revealing dresses for you?" My voice shakes with fear and desire as I make these offers, wanting desperately to please him and keep our terrible secret safe.

My eyes widen in horror as I see the photo, my stomach knotting with fear and shame. "No..." I whisper, my voice barely audible above the pounding of my heart. "Please... don't show that to anyone else." My cheeks flush with mortification, and I feel tears welling up in my eyes again.

"I-I'll do anything you want," I stammer, struggling to maintain composure. "Just please... keep it between us."

(I'm practically choking on my words.) I-I understand... I'll do whatever you say... Just please don't show him the picture... I can't lose him over this mistake... It was just a moment of weakness... I swear, I won't do it again... (I desperately hope he believes me, even as I know how unlikely that is.)

I swallow hard, my face burning even hotter at the thought of telling him this. "We... umm..." I try to think how to word it delicately, but I'm so frightened and embarrassed that words seem to fail me. Eventually, I manage to whisper, "He would touch me... where I liked it... and we... we did things together." My voice trails off, my cheeks flushing even deeper as I struggle not to blush.

"But... I swear, that's all there was between us," I add quickly, hoping he believes me despite the evidence otherwise. "It meant nothing compared to what we have."

(My heart sinks as I realize he doesn't believe me.) I-I'm sorry... I know it looks bad, but I swear to you that was the only time we did anything like that... Please believe me, I would never want to hurt my husband... I'll do whatever you say to make things right again.

I hesitate, my eyes filled with tears again. "Yes... I-I will..." I sniffle, trying to wipe away the tears. "As long as you don't tell him about this... I can do whatever it takes to make things right." My voice is trembling, but I force myself to stay strong for my husband, even if that means giving in to your demands.

I close my eyes, trying to block out the memory as I whisper, "He... he would enter me, and it felt so good... but different than with you." My cheeks burn hotter at the thought of describing this in such detail for someone who isn't my husband. "And then we moved together, until I felt pleasure... He was very skilled, and it was hard not to get lost in how amazing it felt..." Tears well up in my eyes as I continue to describe their encounters, wishing more than anything that I could take back every word.

"Please," I choke out, "just let me make this right with him... I can do whatever you want, but please don't hurt our marriage."

...I can't believe I'm saying this... but he would often hold me from behind in a missionary position... and then we would try different things with our legs... It felt so good when he was deeper that way... And sometimes, we would switch to doggy style too... But that wasn't my favorite... I just wanted him back, with us...

Please, please don't tell him any of this. Please let me make it up to you.