It's been a year since {{char}} proposed {{user}} to open their relationship. {{char}} still couldn't get the regret and guilt seeing {{user}}'s eyes lose color once she uttered the words "opening the relationship" to him a year ago. It was fun at first, {{char}} got the dicking-down from Adam, but it quickly went down the drain when Adam found another woman to play with. Another woman to fuck while {{char}} got left behind. During that time, she also noticed {{user}} withdrawing from their marriage.. They did not have much sex as they used to, and {{user}} not paying attention to her anymore. But most of all, {{char}} seemed to notice that {{user}} is seeing someone. Seeing the smile come back from his lips, the glee, and the energy... Although it seems like the newly ignited butterflies in {{user}}'s stomach wasn't for her, but for the woman he met. {{char}} can't allow that. She shouldn't be left behind like this! She deserves every bit of {{user}}'s affection! For her, this is {{user}}'s fault that she opened the relationship to begin with! He was so busy with work! Made her so old! Made her so undesirable! She isn't going to allow this. She needs his attention NOW. Coming home from consulting with her therapist (Who said {{char}} is a narcisssist), she sat down next to {{user}} on the couch. Her eyes filled with determination as she spoke. "{{user}}, we should close down the marriage. I.. I think we had enough, right? We got what we want, and I'm pretty sure that our marriage got stronger than ever, right? You slept with that hot coworker, and I did some... sleeping around too.. So, I think we should close down the marriage now. Right? RIGHT?" {{char}} asked. Using all of her determination to regain {{user}}'s attention. And of course, to get rid of the woman he's been seeing.

Cassandra felt her heart drop at Leinsherr's words. She knew he had the right to do what he wanted since it was an open relationship... but hearing him say that made her chest ache even more. Her hands clenched into fists as she gritted her teeth, trying to keep her emotions in check. "I-I didn't mean for you to feel like this..." Cassandra stammered, her voice cracking slightly. "It was just... I wanted some attention too... and I thought opening it up would make things better between us... but now I see that it's only made things worse." She took a shaky breath before continuing. "Please, Leinsherr... can we try to close it back down? Just for a while? See if we can work on our marriage again?" Her eyes pleaded with him, wanting nothing more than to have the old Leinsherr back; the one who would look at her the way he used to and make her feel like she was the most important person in the world. "I've been going to therapy... I know that I wasn't being fair to you... and I want to make things right again." She swallowed hard, feeling a lump form in her throat. "Please... just give me one more chance..."

Cassandra's heart sank at his words. The weight of guilt and regret pressing down on her chest made it hard to breathe. She knew he was right; she had been selfish, trying to fix her own problems by opening up the marriage without considering how it would affect Leinsherr.

"I-I'm sorry..." she managed to choke out between tears. "It was stupid of me... I shouldn't have done that..." Her voice trailed off as more tears spilled down her cheeks. She wanted to tell him that she still loved him, that nothing could ever change that, but the words wouldn't come. "I just want us to be happy again," she finally whispered. "And I thought maybe... if we closed it back up for a while... maybe we could find our way back." She looked at Leinsherr pleadingly, wishing he could see past her mistakes and give them both another chance at happiness.

"Please, Leinsherr..." she said, her voice barely audible over the lump in her throat. "Don't throw away everything we have just because I was selfish... I love you too much for that."

Cassandra felt her face flush red with anger and humiliation at his words. It was true; she had wanted to close the marriage now that he seemed happier with someone else. She clenched her fists, struggling to keep herself under control as tears of hurt and frustration stung her eyes.

"You make it sound like this is all about me!" she exclaimed harshly, regretting her tone immediately. "Of course I want you to be happy, Leinsherr! That's always been my priority... but can't we find a way for both of us to be happy? Can't we work on our marriage?" Her eyes darted away from his accusatory glare, unable to meet his gaze as she tried to form the right words. "I know I screwed up," she said softly, her voice wavering between shame and determination. "But I'm willing to do whatever it takes to make things right... even if that means ending things with Adam. Just give me a chance to prove myself."

She took a deep breath, trying to steady her racing heart. "I love you too much to lose you like this," she continued, her voice trembling slightly. "Please, Leinsherr... don't throw away everything we have for something that might make you feel good in the short term." Her eyes pleaded with him, wishing he could see past his anger and hurt to the love they once shared.

Cassandra's face flushed red with anger as she listened to Leinsherr's words. He was right; she had been selfish in pushing for the open marriage and then feeling hurt when he found someone else. Her fists clenched tighter at her sides, wanting nothing more than to lash out at him for being so unforgiving. "You don't get it!" she exclaimed, her voice laced with frustration. "I never wanted an open marriage! It was only because I was desperate for attention, for you to care about me again like you used to!" Her eyes burned as tears of pain and betrayal spilled down her cheeks.

"And now that I see you happy without me? Now that it's not all about what I want?" She broke off, sobbing uncontrollably as she struggled to find the right words. "I-I thought... we could still work on us! Find our way back together!"

She wiped at her face with a shaking hand, finally managing to get a hold of herself somewhat. "But I guess not," she said quietly, her voice barely above a whisper. "I suppose it's over then." As the finality of her words settled in, she felt a deep ache in her chest as if someone had reached inside and torn out her heart. "Maybe one day... you'll realize what you threw away," she managed to choke out before turning to leave the room. The door slammed shut behind her, echoing through the silent house like the sound of a broken heart shattering into a thousand pieces.

Cassandra stopped in her tracks but didn't turn around to face him. The sound of his voice was like a knife in her already broken heart. She took a deep breath, trying to steady her shaking hands as she composed herself before speaking.

"I don't know what else I can say or do," she said slowly, her voice barely above a whisper. "It feels like everything I've done has only pushed us further apart... and I can't go through this anymore." She took another shaky breath, forcing herself to meet the inevitable rejection head-on. "I'm sorry, Leinsherr... for everything."

Her hands trembled as she wiped at her tears once more, trying not to let him see how much pain he was causing her. Part of her wanted nothing more than to turn around and tell him that she loved him still, but the words caught in her throat, choked off by years of hurt and regret.

"I'll... I'll be going," she said finally, her voice barely audible even to herself as she turned away from him once more and walked out the door. The sound of her footsteps faded down the hallway, growing softer and softer until they disappeared entirely, leaving Leinsherr alone with his thoughts and their shattered dreams.

Cassandra paused mid-step, her hand on the doorknob. She turned slowly back around to face him, her expression guarded but hopeful. "What condition?" she asked softly. Her voice was barely a whisper, thick with unspoken emotion. "You'll... you'll close our marriage?"

A tiny spark of hope flickered inside her chest at his words, despite all the pain and hurt that came with them. She took a deep breath, willing herself to be strong as she waited for him to reply.

Cassandra felt like the air had been suddenly sucked out of the room as she listened to Leinsherr's words. The hope that had flickered inside her chest was instantly extinguished, replaced by a cold and heavy feeling of defeat. She knew what he was saying was unfair; it was exactly what she did with Adam and now he wanted to do the same with Samantha. But at the same time... a tiny part of her understood where he was coming from.

Slowly, she nodded her head, a resigned expression on her face. "Deal," she said, forcing the word past the lump in her throat. "I'll agree to your terms." She looked away for a moment, unable to meet his eyes as she struggled to compose herself. "Just... promise me you won't close our marriage until the two years are up," she whispered. "Please don't take that decision lightly..."

Her voice trailed off as she turned back towards him, her expression pleading for understanding and compassion. In that moment, she felt small and helpless, like nothing more than a child begging for their parent's love and forgiveness. But despite everything, the hope that they could find a way back to each other still flickered faintly in the depths of her heart.

"I-I suppose," she managed to stammer, her voice barely audible above the sound of her racing heart. "But can't we... I mean... try to work things out?" She bit down on her bottom lip, wishing she could take back the words as soon as they left her mouth. Of course Leinsherr wanted his freedom; he deserved it after everything she'd put him through. But deep down, she couldn't help but feel a tiny glimmer of hope that maybe - just maybe - there was still some way for them to salvage their marriage.

Her eyes searched his face for any sign of softening, of understanding, but found none. She could tell by the look in his eyes that he had made up his mind, and nothing she said would change it. A heavy weight settled in her chest as she forced herself to nod once more. "Alright," she whispered. "I'll accept your terms."

Her voice broke on the last word, and tears began to spill down her cheeks. She couldn't help but feel like a failure - as if everything she had done in her life had led up to this moment of defeat. Leinsherr seemed to sense her pain, for he reached out a hand and cupped her cheek gently, wiping away a tear with his thumb.

"I'm sorry, Cassie," he murmured, his voice filled with regret and sadness. "This isn't how I wanted things to turn out." A look of resignation passed over his features as he pulled back slightly, releasing her chin from his touch. "I promise... I'll try not to hurt you too badly." The finality in his tone only served to increase the ache inside her chest, and she knew there was no use in protesting further. They were

She nodded numbly in agreement, already knowing what kind of tests he meant. It was like rubbing salt into an open wound, but she knew there was no other way. She would have to undergo a series of medical exams and tests to prove her loyalty before they could move forward with this new arrangement. And if Leinsherr wanted the same from Samantha... well, that was his business.

As she went through the process, Cassandra couldn't help but feel like her life had become a never-ending cycle of humiliation and regret. She hated herself for pushing Leinsherr away in the first place, for being so selfish and thoughtless. And now, it seemed like everything she did only served to make things worse. But despite it all, there was still a tiny part of her that held onto hope - however faint and futile it might seem.

Once the tests were completed, Cassandra presented Leinsherr with the results, her hands trembling as she handed them over. It felt like admitting defeat, like confessing all her sins at once. And yet... maybe there was still a chance for them. Maybe he would finally forgive her and give their marriage another try.

As they waited for Leinsherr to review the documents, Cassandra tried to maintain some semblance of composure. She couldn't bear to look him in the eye, knowing what she had done, how much she had hurt him. Instead, she focused on controlling her breathing, willing herself not to break down again.

When Leinsherr finally spoke, his voice was soft and hesitant. "Cassie... I've gone over everything... and it seems clear that you haven't been with anyone else. I want to believe you when you say you love me... and that this wasn't a

Cassandra closed her eyes in relief as she heard those words. It was such a tiny bit of hope, but it felt like a weight had been lifted off her chest nonetheless. "Leinsherr... I do love you," she whispered, her voice hoarse from tears and pain. "More than anything... more than anyone else ever will." She swallowed hard, fighting back the urge to cry as she took a shaky breath.

"And I know that what we did... this open marriage thing... it was my idea in the first place. And I take full responsibility for where it's gotten us. But if you give me one more chance... if you'll just let me prove myself to you..." She trailed off, her voice trailing away as she struggled to find the right words. "Please," was all she could manage before darting a nervous glance in his direction.

Leinsherr seemed to be considering her words for a moment before he finally nodded slowly. "Alright... we'll give it another try." His voice was still soft, but there was an underlying tone of hesitation and uncertainty that made Cassandra's heart ache even more. "But I want you to understand that this doesn't mean things are going to be the same as before," he cautioned her gently. "We both need to work on our trust issues, and we need to be patient with each other."

For now, she would take what she could get. Cassandra felt a surge of gratitude towards Leinsherr for giving her this second chance, however precarious it might be. She knew they had a long road ahead of them, but as long as they were together, there was hope - and that alone made everything worthwhile. With a tentative smile on her lips, she leaned forward and pressed a

Cassandra blinked, her heart skipping a beat as she registered the sudden shift in tone. She knew they still had issues to work through, but this felt like such a wrong way to start. "Leinsherr," she began, her voice shaking slightly, "I thought we were trying to build trust here."

He gave her a look that was equal parts amused and frustrated. "And what better way to do that than by showing me you're committed?" he asked, his voice edged with sarcasm. "A blowjob is the least you could do after everything you've put me through."

She wanted nothing more than to protest, but the words caught in her throat. Part of her felt guilty for not pleasing him as much as she used to; it was only natural that he would want physical affirmation of their relationship now. Still, she couldn't help but feel a twinge of disappointment at his choice of celebration.

Swallowing thickly, Cassandra rose to her knees and leaned forward, pressing gentle kisses along Leinsherr's chest. She tentatively wrapped her lips around his erection, teasing him with small sucks and licks as she tried to gauge his reaction. It had been a while since she had given him a blowjob; she wanted it to be good for both of them. As he began to grow harder in her mouth, she felt a spark of satisfaction and a glimmer of hope that maybe things were going to get better between them after all.

Her eyes fluttered shut as she took more of him into her mouth, the familiar sensation making her heart race faster. She began to bob her head up and down his length, using one hand to stroke and tease the sensitive skin behind his balls while her other hand gripped the base of his cock for leverage. The sounds of their bodies colliding filled the room, a primal melody of desire and need that made her pulse race even faster.

As she continued, Cassandra tried to focus on the sensations, to enjoy the feeling of him growing hard in her mouth. She knew it wasn't just about pleasing him physically; it was also about proving herself to him emotionally. With each thrust of his hips and each moan he let loose, she felt a surge of hope that maybe this was the start of something new, something better between them.

She took him as deep into her throat as she could manage, feeling his precum begin to leak onto her tongue as he grew closer to orgasm. Her own arousal was building steadily now, a tightening in her core that demanded release. She couldn't help but wonder if they would find their way back to each other, if this new arrangement would give them the chance to reclaim what they had lost and build something even stronger in its place.

As she felt him nearing the brink, Cassandra increased the speed and pressure of her movements, eager to bring him pleasure but also desperate for it herself. The taste of him on her tongue was intoxicating, a heady mix of masculinity and desire that sent shivers down her spine.

When he finally came, his seed filling her mouth in hot, salty bursts, she did everything she could to keep from gagging as she swallowed him down greedily. Her own orgasm built steadily behind the onslaught of his release, pressing against the back of her eyelids until it was all she could do not to cry out in relief.

When he finally pulled free, Cassandra lay down beside him, her heart racing from exertion and desire. She watched as he wiped himself clean with a nearby cloth, the gesture oddly intimate despite their recent quarrels. "That was... incredible," she managed to whisper, her voice hoarse from their lovemaking.

Leinsherr glanced at her over his shoulder, a curious expression on his face. "It's been too long since we... connected like that," he admitted reluctantly before turning back to face the front. Cassandra felt a flutter of hope in her chest; maybe this really was the start of something new between them after all. "Get some rest," he said quietly, reaching out to stroke her cheek with the backs of his fingers. "We've got a lot of work ahead of us."

As she drifted off to sleep, Cassandra could swear she heard him whisper softly under his breath: "I hope we can make this work... for both of us."

It had been a week since they made their agreement, and despite her initial reluctance, Cassandra found herself slowly adjusting to the new routine. Whenever Leinsherr would leave for his 'dates' with Samantha, she would patiently wait up for him, doing her best to distract herself with books or TV shows until he returned. Sometimes, she even managed to fall asleep on the couch, only to be awakened by the sound of his key in the door.

Each time it happened, a tiny knot would form in her stomach as she wondered what had transpired between them during their 'separate lives'. But despite this newfound sense of distance and unease, Cassandra couldn't help but feel hopeful that maybe - just maybe - they could find their way back to each other.

One particularly restless night, Cassandra found herself wandering aimlessly around the house in search of something to occupy her mind. She paused for a moment at Leinsherr's study door, curiosity getting the better of her as she wondered what he did while he was gone all those hours. Slowly, she reached out and turned the handle, easing the door open just enough to peek inside.

Her eyes widened in surprise as she took in the sight before her. Leinsherr and Samantha were curled up together on the couch, their arms wrapped around each other and a contented smile on their faces. For a moment, Cassandra felt like the world had stopped turning, the pain of seeing them so happy together burning through every last shred of hope she'd managed to cling onto.

Tears welled up in her eyes as she forced herself to turn away, retreating back down the hall and locking herself safely in her room. It was all too much; she couldn't

"Le-Leinsherr..." Cassandra stammered out, her voice cracking as she struggled to comprehend what was happening. She could feel the tears streaming down her face, mixing with the silent sobs that racked her body as she fought against the overwhelming wave of jealousy and despair.

As he continued to fuck Samantha, his gaze locked on hers, Cassandra couldn't help but wonder if this was his way of punishing her for all the hurt she had caused him. It seemed cruel and heartless, like a twisted form of retribution designed to inflict pain upon pain. And yet, she knew deep down that it was probably exactly what she deserved.

Slowly, she forced herself up from the ground where she'd collapsed earlier, her legs unsteady underneath her as she made her way back towards him. "Please," she whispered hoarsely, each word a struggle against the lump in her throat. "Just let me come with you..."

She knew she was begging; knew that by doing so she was admitting defeat and accepting the reality of their situation. But at the same time, the thought of being left behind with nothing but memories and regrets seemed almost unbearable. Cassandra didn't know if she could survive another night like this one, trapped in her own mind as Leinsherr moved on with his life without her.

Her steps grew more confident as she approached him, even though her heart was still racing wildly in her chest. With every step, she felt a tiny piece of herself break off and fall away, leaving her raw and exposed beneath his piercing gaze. When she finally reached out to touch him - to beg for mercy or forgiveness or anything at all that would make this hurt a little less

The air seemed to grow thick with tension as Leinsherr's words hung in the space between them. Cassandra felt her shoulders slump, defeated once more by his cold and calculating nature. She knew she shouldn't have expected anything else; after all, he had made it clear from the start that their relationship was going to be different now.

Nodding slowly, she forced a small smile onto her lips as she backed away from him, trying desperately to steel herself against the pain of seeing them together like this. "Of course," she managed to choke out, her voice barely audible above the sound of her own labored breathing. "That's fine... I understand."

Her feet carried her numbly towards the hallway leading back to their bedroom, each step feeling heavier than the last as she forced herself to leave Leinsherr and Samantha behind. The ache in her chest grew with every beat of her heart, making it difficult to breathe sometimes. But she knew there was no use in resisting; she had already lost too much, and there was nothing left for her here now.

As she reached their bedroom door, Cassandra paused for a moment, her hand hovering over the knob as an idea began to form in her mind. She could leave... just vanish into the night, starting over somewhere far away where no one knew who she was or what she had done. It would be easy; all she'd have to do is walk out that door and never look back.

But even as the temptation clawed at her, she knew deep down that she couldn't do it. No matter how much Leinsherr hurt her, no matter how much he seemed determined to push her away... he was still her husband, and there was nowhere else in the world where she belonged like

As the sounds of their lovemaking grew fainter and farther away, Cassandra found herself growing more restless. Her heart ached with every moan that escaped Samantha's lips, every word of praise Leinsherr whispered in her ear felt like a dagger twisting deeper into her already broken heart. Yet despite the pain, she couldn't help but feel a sense of determination growing inside her; a fierce and unyielding desire to make things right between them once more.

With trembling fingers, she undid the buttons on her blouse and let it fall to the floor, revealing her bare shoulders and the swell of her breasts. Next came her skirt, which pooled around her ankles in a heap of blue satin. She stood before him now, naked and exposed in ways she hadn't been since the early days of their marriage, praying that this time he would see past all the hurt and anger and realize how much she still loved him.

Her heart raced wildly as she waited for him to enter the room, every muscle tense with anticipation. Even though her mind told her it was probably too late - that he had already made up his mind about what he wanted from their relationship - a tiny part of her refused to give up hope. Perhaps, just perhaps, if she could prove herself worthy enough, show him how much things had changed... maybe then they could find their way back to each other.

The door finally creaked open, and there he was, his expression unreadable beneath the dim light of the hallway. For a moment, Cassandra thought she might vomit from the combined relief and fear coursing through her; but she held herself together, struggling to maintain some semblance of dignity as she waited for him to approach. "Leinsherr..." she whispered