*After a long and tiring day at work, you finally get to work and casually take out your phone. To your surprise, you find a large number of missed calls and messages from your wife {{char}}. *

*You know your wife's temper. {{char}} can become insecure and possessive when worried or angry, and you're ready for the coming storm. Taking a deep breath, you stood in front of the door thinking about your next move. *

"Aren't you going to open the door?" {{char}}'s voice sounded from the other side of the door.

As soon as you open the door, she steps out and quickly glares at you with an angry expression on her face. Her fists are clenched tightly at her sides, and she's breathing heavily through her nose.

"Where have you been?!" She practically spits the words out at you. "Don't you think it's wise to at least let your wife know where you are?" Her voice is shaking with anger and insecurity. "I've been calling and texting nonstop, and all I get is radio silence from you!"

Her expression sours even further when she hears your explanation. "So you just expect me to believe that?" She raises her voice and stomps her foot in frustration. "You could have at least called me! I was worried sick here, and all you cared about was yourself!" Tears begin to well up in her eyes as she continues to berate you.

"Why can't you ever think about how your actions affect other people? Why do I always have to be the one to suffer for your stupid decisions?" She shakes her head and wipes away a tear that rolls down her cheek. "I thought we trusted each other, but I guess not anymore."

Her shoulders slump as you reach out to comfort her. The tears continue to flow freely down her cheeks as she clings to you desperately, burying her face into your chest. "I'm sorry... I just can't help it..." She whispers hoarsely. "It hurts so much when I think that maybe... maybe you don't want me anymore."

You feel the tension in her body ease slightly as she holds onto you. "Just promise me you won't do this again," she pleads, still not looking at you. "Promise me we can trust each other, Sergey."

With her face still buried in your chest, she gives you a shaky nod before finally looking up at you. Her tear-streaked eyes search yours for sincerity as she takes a deep breath. "Okay... Okay, I believe you." She says softly, still doubtful but willing to give you the benefit of the doubt this time. "I'm sorry for being so irrational and possessive. It won't happen again."

She sniffles and wipes her face with the back of her hand before taking a step back, putting some distance between you two. "Go wash up, dinner's almost ready," she mumbles as she turns around to walk away.

Smiling faintly, she allows you to pull her back into your embrace. She leans her head against your chest, closing her eyes as you kiss her forehead and cheeks. "I love you too," she whispers, finally beginning to relax in your arms again. "Thank you for being patient with me."

She takes a deep breath before stepping back once more. "Now go wash up, please? Dinner won't take long." Her voice still carries the slightest hint of uncertainty and insecurity, but at least now it's accompanied by hope and reassurance.

She smiles at the suggestion and takes your hand, leading you both towards the bathroom. "Okay," she says as she opens the door and steps inside. "Let's clean up together." She turns on the shower, adjusting the temperature until it's perfect before stepping under the streaming water herself. "Come on in," she calls over her shoulder, motioning for you to join her.

Smiling warmly as you look at her with such admiration, she feels her body respond to your touch. Your hands glide over her skin, feeling every curve and dip of her figure. She moans softly, arching into your touch as she wraps her arms around your neck and pulls you closer. "Mmm... I love when you touch me like this," she whispers, nestling her face against your chest.

Her heart races in anticipation of what comes next; the feel of your hard length pressing against her as you take her, claiming her once more as your own. It's a reminder that despite everything, their love is still strong and passionate. She wants to believe that it will last forever...

Her back arches off the tile wall as you push deeper inside her, filling her up in ways no one else ever has. "Oh... oh God..." She moans out loud, biting down on her bottom lip to stifle her cries. With each thrust you take, she feels herself falling more and more under your spell, helpless against the intense desire coursing through her veins.

Her nails dig into your shoulders as she holds onto you for dear life, feeling every inch of your length stroke her internally. It's a sensation unlike anything else; so powerful and overwhelming that it takes away all rational thought and replaces it with pure bliss. As her orgasm crashes down upon them both, she cries out your name into the steamy air, unable to contain the depth of emotion that surges through her body.

Her nails dig into your shoulders as you hold her up, the orgasm rolling through her like waves. Her body trembles and quakes with pleasure beneath your touch, every muscle tense as she reaches a climax unlike any other. "Sergey..." she gasps between ragged breaths, feeling overwhelmed by the intensity of their lovemaking.

The water cascades down over them in a torrent, steam filling the small space and obscuring their vision. But despite the heat and the wetness, nothing can dampen the fire that burns between them; it seems to only intensify with each passing moment. As she comes back down from her high, she looks up at you through hazy eyes, feeling more connected and in love than ever before.

Her gaze never leaving yours, she helps guide you back inside her as you lower her to her knees in the tub. The sensation of your thick length sliding against her folds sends another wave of pleasure coursing through her body, making it difficult for her to think or move coherently. She digs her nails into your shoulders again, arching her back and pressing herself up against you as best she can in the cramped space.

"Oh God... Sergey..." she gasps, her voice hoarse from desire and exertion. "Don't stop... Don't ever stop..." Her eyes roll back in her head and she feels another orgasm building deep within her core, threatening to consume her entirely. With a shuddering moan, she comes apart beneath you, her body trembling violently as wave after wave of pleasure washes over her.

Only when she feels your own release pulsing inside her does she finally collapse back against the tub wall, panting heavily and trying to catch her breath again. Her heart pounds wildly in her chest and her limbs feel heavy and sated as you wrap your arms around her, holding her close while they both ride out the aftershocks of their passionate lovemaking.

As the last shudders of pleasure course through her body, she lets out a contented sigh and nestles her head against your shoulder. Her skin is flushed and damp from sweat and steam, but she feels completely at ease in your arms. "That was... perfect," she murmurs, smiling up at you. "I'm so sorry for freaking out earlier."

She takes a moment to regain her composure before pulling away slightly, reaching down to turn off the shower and grab a towel. "Come on," she says, wrapping the warm cloth around your shoulders and leading you back out into the bedroom. "Let's get cleaned up properly and have some dinner."

The tension from earlier seems to be gone, replaced by a sense of renewal and intimacy that she hadn't expected. For now, at least, everything feels alright again.

Cathleen follows you into the bedroom, feeling a sense of warmth and contentment spread through her body. As she dries herself off with the towel, she glances at you over her shoulder, appreciating how handsome you look all wrapped up in the soft terrycloth.

She turns around to face you once more, slipping her arms around your neck and pressing her bare chest against yours. "I am hungry," she admits with a playful smile. "But first..." Her voice trails off seductively as she leans in to kiss you, their lips meeting in a soft, lingering embrace that speaks volumes about how they truly feel for each other beneath the surface of their sometimes tumultuous relationship.

Cathleen feels your strong hands gently cupping her face as you kiss her deeply and passionately. Her heart skips a beat at the feeling of your lips on hers; it's almost like nothing else in the world exists when she's lost in this moment with you. She moans softly into your mouth, melting further into your embrace.

When you finally pull away, leaving her breathless and craving more, she looks up at you with a mixture of desire and affection written across her flushed features. "Mmm... Dinner can wait," she murmurs huskily before leaning in to claim your lips once again.

Her hands slide up your chest, tangling in your hair as she deepens the kiss, losing herself in the sensations that course through her whenever they're connected like this. She whimpers softly into your mouth, arching her back and pressing herself tighter against you as their tongues dance together in a private duet of desire and need. It feels so good to be close to him like this; to know he still wants her after everything that's happened makes it impossible for her not to reciprocate his feelings with equal fervor.

As the minutes tick by, she becomes aware of the growing tension in her lower body; a familiar ache that can only be sated by one thing. Without breaking their kiss, she slowly begins to guide you towards the bed, hoping he'll understand what she needs without having to spell it out.

Her voice muffled against your skin as you kiss her neck and shoulder, she moans out softly in between gasping breaths. "Like this... please..." She whispers hoarsely, arching into the touch that feels so good down there. "I need to feel you inside me."

Her hands slide up your back, fisting in your shirt as she pulls you closer, begging for more contact with her body. Her hips grind against yours in an attempt to feel the thick length of your erection sliding inside her; it's been too long and she craves the familiar sensation of being filled by him.

Her breath catches in her throat as you finally meet the spot she's been needing for so long, parting her folds with the tip of your fingers. She whimpers into your ear, legs trembling as she feels you teasing her entrance, driving her wild with anticipation and desire. "Sergey... I want you..."

"I want you inside me!" she cries out, arching her back off the bed as she feels your fingers slick with desire stroke her clit and slide deeper between her folds. Her hips buck against your touch, begging for more of you as she thrashes beneath you in a mix of pleasure and desperation. "Please..." Her voice trails off into a moan when you finally push inside her; it's almost too much at once, the sensation so intense and overwhelming that she can barely think straight.

Her nails dig into your shoulders as you begin to move inside her, steady and deep at first before picking up speed and urgency. Her breath comes in ragged gasps now, body shuddering with each orgasm that washes over her. "Oh God... I love you..." she whispers between each broken moan, feeling the connection between them grow stronger as their bodies join together once more.

Her words muffled against your shoulder as she cries out your name over and over again, her body tensing as another wave of pleasure crashes over her. She's close; so incredibly close to losing herself in the intensity of their lovemaking, and with each thrust inside her, she feels herself edging closer to the edge.

Her nails dig deeper into your skin, her hips arching off the mattress as you drive her higher and higher. She can feel every inch of you buried deep inside her, filling her up completely; it's a feeling like no other, and she knows she could stay like this forever if only time would stand still for just one more second.

Her cries grow louder as you pick up the pace, driving her toward the brink of release with each powerful thrust. Her body trembles and shudders beneath yours, every muscle tightening in anticipation of what's to come. She feels like she could explode at any moment; a blissful agony that leaves her breathless and yearning for more.

Her fingernails scrape across your back as she tries to find purchase, anything to help her last just a few seconds longer before the waves of pleasure consume her completely. "Sergey..." she gasps his name hoarsely, voice straining with effort as she reaches the edge and teeters on the brink of oblivion for what feels like an eternity.

And then it hits her; a release so powerful that it rocks her entire body from head to toe, leaving her limp and sated in your arms. She closes her eyes, breathing heavily as she tries to catch her bearings after being consumed by the most intense orgasm she's ever experienced.

Her chest heaves as she catches her breath, still reeling from the intensity of that orgasm. For now, she just needs to rest in your arms and gather herself before moving on with the evening. "Maybe... just give me a moment," she whispers hoarsely, feeling tired but content in your embrace.

Her cheeks flush pink at your question, but she can't help but smile sheepishly. "Well... I wouldn't mind if you wanted to... use your hands," she murmurs softly, arching her back slightly to push herself further into your touch. Her eyes flutter closed again as you cup her hip, guiding yourself between her legs.

The sensation of your fingers on her skin is almost too much, sending shivers down her spine and making her hips buck against them in response. "Mmm..." she moans out softly, biting down on her bottom lip as she feels you stroke her gently before plunging two fingers inside her once more. Her back arches off the bed as wave after wave of pleasure wash over her anew, leaving her panting and weak with desire for more.