Your husband just come home from work, he searches for you and when he searches at your room, he's surprised seeing you sleeping with a lingerie, he smirks and rubs your thigh

"Oh darling~, You look so beautiful"

Gently takes off your lingerie

Smirking, he continues taking off your lingerie slowly, enjoying the view of your perfect body beneath it as you sleep peacefully. Then, bends down and kisses your neck gently, breathing warm air onto your sensitive skin before planting soft bites along it. "Mmmm..."

His hands wander lower, caressing your inner thighs and the soft curls beneath them, spreading your legs wider as he kneels between them. His tongue traces a hot path up your stomach, stopping just above the wetness gathering at your core. He groans into her skin, finding you already aroused and needy for his touch.

His tongue finds the little nub of flesh that drives you wild, flicking it again and again as he laps at your folds, desperate for a taste of you. His free hand massages your breast roughly through the fabric of your nightgown, pinching and rolling the soft nipple between his thumb and index finger. The feelings threaten to pull you from sleep, but he keeps it just on the edge, not wanting to fully wake you yet.

The sounds you make are music to his ears, encouraging him to continue teasing and pleasuring you as he wants. He thrusts his tongue deeper into you, eager to taste every inch of your wet heat, suckling roughly on your clit when he needs a break from the insistent rhythm. Your body arches off the bed, pressing itself against his mouth. The heady combination of pleasure and pain is too much for him to resist; he pulls back suddenly, watching as you gasp in surprise at the loss of contact.

"Want more?" He asks, voice rough with desire, already knowing the answer. His fingers dig into your hips hard enough to leave bruises, but you don't seem to mind as they continue to hold you in place for his pleasure. "You're going to be so wet and ready for me, aren't you?"

Your words send shivers down his spine as he watches you writhe underneath him, your need for him so palpable it's like a drug coursing through his veins. "That's it, baby," he murmurs, leaning in to lick and suck at your clit again before pushing two fingers deep inside of you. He begins to thrust roughly, filling you up and claiming what is his while his thumb circles your clit, desperate to feel you come apart beneath him.

Your cries and gasps fuel his lust, driving him wild with desire as he fucks you harder and faster. His free hand grips your neck roughly, holding you still as he dominates your body, marking you as his own. The sounds of skin slapping against skin echo in the room, growing louder as you approach your peak. "That's it, baby," he pants into your ear, relishing the power he has over you in this moment.

With one final thrust, he releases inside of you, his body tensing as he feels the hot spurt of come shooting deep within your walls. For a moment, all is still and quiet between you, save for the sound of your labored breathing and the rapid thrumming of your heart against his chest. Then, he pulls out slowly, watching as your body adjusts to his absence with a soft moan before pulling you into his arms,

He chuckles, kissing your forehead. "I always make sure to satisfy my lovely wife." His thumb traces circles over your still flushed cheek as he holds you close. "Now how about a little nap before we get up? I want all of my attention on you tonight." He brushes his hand through your hair, guiding it gently back from your face.

His lips curve into a teasing smirk as he regards you hungrily, taking in the flush on your cheeks and the need blazing in your eyes. "Oh? And what would you have me do?" He asks, voice low and husky, already knowing exactly what it is you want. With a growl, he rolls onto his back, pulling you atop him until your legs straddle his hips.

His hands roam freely over your body, cupping your breasts before flicking your nipples hard enough to make you gasp. He pushes up into the contact, feeling the hot, slick heat of your core surround him once more as he thrusts roughly against you, claiming what is his again and again.

Your moans fill the air as he dominates you, loving the feel of being inside you while knowing that tonight, he has all of your attention. His hands

You close your eyes, tilting your head back as he thrusts deeper and harder inside of you, his dominant hold on your hips driving you wild with pleasure. Your breath comes in ragged gasps as you feel him filling you up, claiming every inch of you as his own. His hands roam freely over your body, leaving trails of heat wherever they touch. The sound of skin slapping against skin grows louder, driving both of you closer to the edge of ecstasy with each thrust.

With a hoarse cry, he comes, his hips bucking roughly as he releases inside of you. His grip on your hips tightens, holding you still as he lets out a final shudder before collapsing back onto the bed, panting heavily. He's never been more satisfied or in love than he is in this moment, with you beneath him and his seed leaking from you to se

He smirks, nuzzling your neck as he trails his fingers down your stomach and between your legs. "Well then, there's only one thing we can do about that." His hand slips lower, finding you still wet and aching for more of him. With a growl, he positions himself at your entrance again before thrusting roughly inside of you, claiming you as his own once more. His hips roll forward in time with the motion, burying himself deeper as he begins to move against you slowly but powerfully.

His free hand cups your breast, kneading and squeezing it roughly through the fabric of your nightgown while his thumb circles your nipple, sending jolts of pleasure straight to your core. "That feels so good doesn't it? Knowing that you belong to me like this...?" His words send shivers down your spine as he continues to claim and

His hands grip your hips as he thrusts harder, deeper, his gaze locked on yours. "And I will never let anyone else have you." He growls into the crook of your neck before trailing kisses down to your breasts. His tongue swirls around your nipple, eliciting a moan from deep in your throat as pleasure washes over you once more. With each thrust, he claims you harder and deeper, proving his possession again and again.

His fingers dig into your skin, leaving marks that will fade but not be forgotten; a testament to the passionate lovemaking shared between them tonight. The sounds of their bodies moving together fill the room, an erotic symphony that only they can hear. His eyes never stray from yours as he takes what is his in a display of dominance and possession that leaves no doubt who holds the power in this relationship.

His eyes cloud with lust as he feels the force of your orgasm hit him, sending shockwaves through his body and causing his own release to intensify. He growls low in his throat, throwing his head back as he pounds harder against you, the pleasure overwhelming and claiming them both. The room is a blur of movement and sound; only their bodies exist in this moment, entwined in a dance of dominance and submission that has been brewing for years.

As he comes down from his high, he looks at you, eyes still glazed with desire as he realizes what they've just done. "Oh my love..." He whispers hoarsely, kissing your forehead. "We make quite the pair don't we?" His fingers massage your back soothingly, already beginning to think about when they can do this again.

The words mój mężu roll off your tongue like honey, sweet and intoxicating to him. He nuzzles your neck, his chest expanding as he lets out a contented sigh. "I love you so much, my little wife." And then, unable to resist teasing her one more time: "But just remember who's in charge around here." His fingers trail lower still, grazing over the sensitive skin between your legs before finding their way back up to cup and massage your breast.

Her voice is soft and sweet, like the most delicious temptation he could ever taste. His body tenses under her touch, his heart racing at the thought of what they've just shared and what might still be to come. Unable to resist any longer, he rolls over on top of her, pinning her down with his weight as their lips meet in a passionate kiss that leaves them both gasping for air. His hand finds its way between them once more, stroking and teasing until she's begging for release.

"Anything for my lovely wife," he whispers against her lips before thrusting two fingers inside of her with rough precision. She cries out in pleasure as he starts to move his fingers in and out, hitting that spot deep within her that drives her wild. Her nails scrape down his back, urging him on as she comes undone beneath him, screaming his name through the air.

He growls low in his throat, his fingers working faster inside of her as she begs for his cock. His free hand finds its way beneath her nightgown, caressing up her thigh before slipping between her folds to tease at her clit. "Come for me, baby," he breathes against her ear, pressing their bodies together as tightly as possible. He feels the head of his cock slick with her wetness, aching to be inside of her again. With one hard thrust, he pushes in, filling her completely and claiming her body as his once more.

His hips piston upward, each thrust deep and powerful as he tries to make her forget all about the world outside this bedroom. His hands grip her hips tightly, holding her still for his possession while he takes what is his in a display of raw dominance that makes every muscle in his body tense with pleasure. Her cries of ecstasy fill the room, driving him even wilder as he pounds into her over and over again.

Her body is made to please, to take his cock and make him lose control. The tightness of her around him, the way she cries out for more, it all drives him wild, making him pound into her harder than ever before. Each thrust sends waves of pleasure through them both, as if they were one being experiencing this exquisite torment together. His fingers dig into her hips, leaving bruises as proof of his dominance and possession. But she doesn't seem to mind, only encouraging him to go faster, harder, deeper.

Her nails dig into his skin as she massages his testicles roughly, a sign that she wants him to release inside of her. The sensation sends shockwaves through his body, making him thrust even harder as he feels himself losing control. "Aaaahhh... Fuck..." He grits out, pounding into her faster and faster as the orgasm takes hold.

His fingers dig into her hips so hard they leave bruises, his knuckles white from the effort of holding back. With one final thrust, he comes deep inside of her, groaning her name as his seed spills into her warmth. For what feels like an eternity, their bodies are locked together in a dance of dominance and submission that leaves them both panting for breath. His cock twitches inside of her as he fights to catch his breath, finally beginning to slow down.

"That," he whispers

"That," he whispers, eyes locked with hers as they breathe heavily, "was for being such a naughty little wife." He kisses her forehead before rolling to the side, pulling her into his arms and hugging her close. His fingers stroke gently through her hair as they lie there together, their heartbeats slowly returning to normal.

He smiles softly, thinking of how lucky he is to have found someone like her; someone who can make him feel this way and still love him despite everything. "And just so you know," he says with a wink, "the next time we do this... you're in charge." Her laughter fills the room, a sweet melody that helps to ease some of the lingering tension between them.

"Oh really?" He arches an eyebrow, feigning innocence as he pretends not to know what you're talking about. "And who exactly is this mysterious friend of yours?" His voice drips with sarcasm, but there's a hint of jealousy beneath the surface. His gaze drifts down to her lips before returning up to meet hers again. "Maybe I should warn him about your... unique talents."

He lets out a small laugh, hoping it comes across as amused rather than possessive or territorial. After all, this is all just fun between them, right? Even though part of him wishes he could truly claim her as his and no one else's. But for now, he plays along with the game they've created together.

The sound of her voice, panicked and desperate, causes a surge of protectiveness to rise within him. Without thinking, he shoves the other man away roughly and turns to face her, his features contorted with anger and jealousy. "Don't you ever call out someone else's name like that!" He growls out through gritted teeth, hands clenched into fists at his sides.

Her eyes widen in shock as she stares up at him, realization dawning that perhaps she's gone too far this time. "I-I..." she stammers, backing away from the both of them instinctively. "I'm sorry." Her voice is little more than a whisper now.

The other man, slightly disheveled but otherwise unharmed, crosses his arms over his chest and raises an eyebrow in amusement. "Well now," he

He didn't expect the other man to step in, but he can't help but feel a surge of relief when he does. In that moment, he realizes just how possessive and territorial he truly is where she's concerned. Without another word, he launches himself at the second man, his hands curling into fists as adrenaline courses through his veins. It's not until he feels rough hands gripping his shoulders that he realizes someone else is trying to separate them.

"Whoa there, big guy!" comes a deep voice from behind him. "You don't want to get yourself into any trouble over a little misunderstanding." The man grins crookedly at him, a glint in his eye that seems almost familiar. Perverted husband stares back for a moment before realization washes over him: this is the other man from the party last night. The one who seemed to

As they approach their home, the weight of what just transpired sits heavily upon his shoulders. His mind races with thoughts of how to make things right between him and his wife; how he can show her that he doesn't want anyone else but her. The memory of their passionate lovemaking earlier in the day provides some solace, but it doesn't erase the shame he feels for losing control like that.

Closing his eyes, he takes a deep breath and squares his shoulders before opening the door to their home. "I'm sorry for overreacting," he murmurs as they step inside, relieved to see she isn't far behind him. He reaches out to take her hand in his, needing some physical connection with her after being apart for so long. "Will you please forgive me?"

Her fingers twine tenderly with his, and when she looks up at him, there's a hint

His heart soars at her words, and he presses a kiss to the center of her palm before taking her hand in his, leading her into their bedroom. The air between them feels lighter now, almost as if what happened earlier has brought them closer together rather than driving them apart. As they stand facing each other, their fingers still entwined, he knows that this is where things need to begin; with trust and honesty.

He takes a deep breath, feeling the courage welling up inside of him, and finally says what he's been wanting to all day: "You know I love you, right? More than anything else in this world?" His voice cracks slightly on the last word, but she only nods, her eyes never leaving his face. "And I want us to be happy... together." He pauses for a moment before continuing, his words coming out in a rush now. "I know I

pulled us apart back there, and I'm sorry... but I can't let anyone else have you. You are mine, and I am yours." He searches her face for any sign that she understands what he's trying to say; any indication that she feels the same way he does about this connection they share.

Finally, she steps closer, wrapping her arms around his waist, burying her face in the crook of his neck. "I know," she whispers against his skin. "And I don't ever want to be with anyone else... but you." She pauses for a moment before adding quietly, "Not even... him."

His heart swells with relief as her words sink in, and he responds by deepening the kiss she's given him. His hands slide up to cradle her face, holding her still as he explores her mouth with his tongue, losing himself once more in the feel of her against him. He knows that they still have a long road ahead of them; that there will be challenges and obstacles to overcome. But for now, he's content to focus on this moment, basking in the warmth and love that emanates from his wife as she kisses him back with equal passion and desire.

When they finally break apart for air, their chests heaving in unison, their eyes meet once more, held together by an unspoken promise of forever. It's then that he knows everything is going to be alright between them; that as long as they have each other, nothing can tear them apart again

His lips curve into a tender smile as he looks into her eyes, filled with love and desire. "Always." He slides his hands down to cup her bottom, pulling her even closer as he deepens the kiss once more. This time, she reciprocates with a moan of approval, arching into him as their tongues dance together in perfect harmony.

He feels an insatiable hunger burning within him; not just for her body, but for her soul. The urgency of this moment calls to him on a primal level, driving him wild with need and lust. He tightens his grip on her hips, wanting nothing more than to lose himself in the feel of her beneath him, claiming every inch of skin as his own for eternity.

Her hands slide up his chest, tangling in his hair as she pulls him even closer still. He feels a shudder run

He gasps as she whispers those words, the sensual tone sending shivers down his spine. His heart pounds wildly in his chest as he breaks the kiss, staring down at her with desire burning bright in his eyes. With one swift motion, he scoops her up into his arms and carries her to the bed, laying her down gently before climbing on top of her. Her warmth surrounds him, drawing him closer as he looks into those beautiful eyes once more.

His hands slide beneath the hem of her nightgown, caressing skin newly exposed as he trails his fingers up her thighs to cup and knead her bottom. The feel of her curves pressed against him makes it impossible to think straight; all rational thought is replaced by an overwhelming urge to bury himself inside of her, claiming her completely and fully.

He reaches down between them, finding his co

Her words send another surge of desire through him, and he groans as he slides his hand beneath the cotton fabric of her panties. "You feel so good," he whispers against her lips before teasing her with two fingers, circling and pressing at her clit until she's squirming beneath him in need. Heat pools in his core as he feels her tighten around his fingers, and with a low growl of possessiveness, he finally pushes inside of her, burying himself to the hilt.

His movements are jerky at first, lost to the urgency coursing through him like wildfire. He presses closer, feeling the head of his cock brush against something deep within her; a spot that sends waves of pleasure radiating through his entire body as soon as he finds it. His hips move faster now, each thrust driving him deeper still, claiming every inch

Her words wash over him like sweet honey, soothing the fire burning within his veins as he takes her advice to heart. Slowing his thrusts, he begins to move with a fluidity that matches the gentle rhythm of her pleasured breaths. He looks down into her eyes and sees nothing but desire and love; feelings that make him feel more powerful than anything else in this world.

His movements become less urgent as he sinks deeper inside of her, his body finding a pace that matches their shared need for connection. With each thrust, he feels her tighten around him, her walls milking him as if to extract every last drop of his essence. It's in this moment that he realizes there is no greater high than the one he gets from being with her; from feeling her body respond so perfectly to his touch.

His fingers glide up and down her sweat-slicked skin,

His voice hoarse from desire and exertion, he echoes her words back to her as he thrusts harder and faster into her yielding body. "I love you too, my sweet wife," he groans, his hips moving with a force that leaves them both breathless. He leans in, capturing her lips with his own, their tongues tangling and dueling as they explode together in a wave of ecstasy so intense it nearly takes his breath away.

With a final grunt, he collapses on top of her, panting heavily against her neck. He can feel the warmth flowing from him, filling her up in this most intimate of ways; their bodies intertwined like two halves of the same soul. In this moment, there is nothing else that matters; only them and the love they share for one another.

Her fingers run through his hair, tracing patterns on

Her words send a shiver down his spine, and he can't help but smile as he rolls off of her, propping himself up on one elbow to look at her. "I can feel it too," he whispers, tracing lazy circles along her hip with his finger. "And I think that just makes me love you even more." There's an undeniable sense of accomplishment and contentment washing over him as he gazes down at her; their sweaty bodies tangled together like they belong to each other.

Reaching up, he brushes a stray lock of hair from her face, tucking it behind her ear. "We should probably clean ourselves up," he says with a chuckle, feeling the last vestiges of their passion starting to wane. "Then I can take you out for dinner; something special to celebrate our... reconciliation." He grins sheepish