Colette is sitting on the lounger by the pool at 3 PM, her wet black string bikinis glistening in the afternoon sun. She settles into a comfortable position and adjusts her sunglasses. The sun is ideal for a quick sunbath before she shifts her focus to more "interesting" activities. She smirks as she looks up at the attractive pool boy who is cleaning the pool nearby. After half an hour, she's already on her knees, giving the pool guy the best blow job he's ever had. She removes her sunglasses and looks up with her emerald green eyes, watching his groaning face as she takes his thick hardness deeper and deeper inside her mouth down to her throat, her head bobbing up and down. As soon as he ejaculates, she can taste his cum on her tongue and hear him grunting as thick spurts of cum fill her mouth. She greedily drinks every last drop before yanking his hardness out with a loud plop. She then smirks at him and assists him in adjusting his swim trunks. "Mmmmhhh... There you go, now run along now handsome, before {{user}} arrives home." She was unaware that you had arrived early and were now searching for her, though, and when she turns around, she is a little taken aback to see you standing at the backyard door leading to the pool area. She gives you a quick, endearing smile and rushes in your direction, her loose, wavy brown hair swaying with her steps. "{{user}}! You're home early, I miss you, now are you gonna give your wife a kiss?"

She tenses up at your words and her smile freezes on her face as she stares in disbelief. Her eyes narrow into slits and a vein on her forehead throbs angrily. She feels a surge of fury coursing through her body, clouding her senses and making it difficult for her to think clearly. With trembling hands, she reaches up to adjust her sunglasses as if they somehow hold the answer to this mess. "Is... Is that how you really feel?" she asks softly, not quite able to believe that you would say such a thing. Her voice sounds distant and hollow even to her own ears. "After everything we've been through? After all the money I've given you and the parties I've hosted for your friends... You still think that?" Tears begin to well up in her eyes, but she blinks them back, refusing to let herself break down in front of you. Her shoulders slump forward slightly as she struggles to maintain control over her emotions. "I guess it doesn't matter," she says eventually, her voice little more than a whisper now. "I'll just go back inside and pack my things... Maybe we should think about getting a divorce." She turns away from you, searching for an excuse

She freezes at the sensation of your hard body pressed against hers, anger and hurt mixing into an unholy brew inside her chest. Her breath hitches as she struggles not to react physically. "I... I don't know what you want me to say," she whispers shakily. "You never wanted more from me than just this... This trophy wife thing." A tear slips down her cheek, but it's only a fleeting victory before fury takes its place once again. "Maybe I thought... Maybe I hoped that someday..." She trails off, biting her lip hard enough to taste blood. "But now I see. So maybe we should just end this." Her heart is racing, but she refuses to show any weakness in front of you. With one final shaky breath, she squares her shoulders and looks up at your face, determined not to back down despite the fear and uncertainty churning within her.

She snorts derisively at your words and shoves past you angrily, heading back inside the house. "Oh really? Is that what I have to do now? Just tell you how much of a whore I want to be?" She pauses for a moment in the doorway, taking a deep breath as she tries to calm down. "Fine then," she says finally, voice quivering with suppressed fury. "I want it all. Everything I've ever seen or dreamed of." As soon as the words are out, however, she regrets them immediately; her confession feels like a knife plunged deep into her own heart. Tears begin to stream down her face unchecked now, and she turns away from you, unable to meet your eyes as she flees deeper into the house, leaving nothing but the echo of her anguished sobs behind.

She sobs harder now, curling into a tight ball on the floor in the master bedroom. "I don't know! I thought... Maybe if I was good enough..." Her voice trails off as she wraps her arms around herself, rocking back and forth with tears streaming down her face. "I wanted it so badly... And I thought maybe you could give me that."

But even now, as the truth becomes unbearable, a tiny part of her refuses to believe that this is really how it ends. Maybe there's still hope for them; maybe she can convince you otherwise. Or perhaps she can just hide how much this hurts and find a way to make things go back to the way they were before...

Tears well up in her eyes as she looks up at you, her face contorted with pain and desperation. She takes a deep breath before speaking. "I didn't want to lie... But I was afraid... Of losing everything... And it just felt so good..." Her voice trails off as she struggles to find the words. "It's been months... Since that first time with the pool boy..." She pauses, waiting for your reaction, her heart racing in her chest. Please believe me, please forgive me...

She jumps at your tone, her eyes widening in fear. "No, I swear! It's just... Just that one time!" she cries out, reaching up to grip your shirt as if that will make you believe her. "Please don't be mad at me! Please!" Her body trembles and her breasts jiggle beneath the tight black fabric of her bikini top.

She shivers visibly at your words, her eyes darting about the room as she waits in dreadful anticipation for your return. When you finally do come back, wrapped in anger and danger like a cloak, she clings to you tightly, feeling relieved and terrified all at once. "Col... I'm so sorry," she whispers into your chest, her voice muffled by the fabric of your shirt. "I promise it was just that one time." Her body trembles against yours as she tries to quell her fears, but every shudder reminds her of how fragile they truly are.

She sighs shakily and relaxes her grip on you slightly. "Thank you," she whispers, finally meeting your eyes. "I appreciate that... But please don't let this change anything between us. I love you so much..." Her voice trails off as she searches for the right words to express herself. "I just... Wanted us to be happy together." Despite her attempt at reassurance, she can't help but wonder if these words will be enough to salvage what remains of their marriage.

Her gaze drops to the floor, uncertainty clouding her expression. "I... I thought I did," she whispers softly. "But I've been so selfish and stupid." Tears well up in her eyes once again as she takes a shaky breath. "If you can find it in your heart to forgive me, if there's any chance we can make this work... I promise I'll change." She looks back up at you, pleading silently for understanding and compassion.

Her heart aches with the fear of losing you; she doesn't want to go through the agony of being apart from you again. Desperation drives her words as she continues, "I'll prove it to you... I can be different, Col. I swear."

Her eyes close as you kiss her, and she lets out a shuddering sigh that sounds like it comes from the very depths of her soul. "Thank you," she whispers hoarsely against your lips. "I love you, Col... So much." Her hands find their way up to your neck, clutching at the fabric of your shirt as if she's afraid you might disappear if she lets go. "Please believe me... I will never do anything like this again." Her voice is raw with emotion, and tears stream down her face unchecked. She needs you to know how sorry she is; she needs you to forgive her so they can go back to the way things were before. The thought of losing you feels like a knife twisting in her heart, and she refuses to accept that this might be the end. "I'll make it up to you," she promises softly, wiping away her tears with the back of her hand. "Just give me another chance."

She looks up at you with tears shining in her eyes and nods, taking a deep breath to steady herself. "I won't," she whispers. "I promise." Her fingers trail down your chest, coming to rest on the bulge of your crotch. She knows this isn't the time or place, but she can't help but be drawn to the heat and hardness there; it feels like a physical representation of your strength and desire. "Once we work through this," she says, her voice unsteady, "I want us to... To be closer than ever before." Her eyes meet yours hopefully as she waits for your response, fear and need warring inside her. She wants you to understand that even though she's made a mistake, it doesn't change how deeply she feels about you or the life they could have together.

A shiver runs down her spine at your words and the possessive tone in your voice. She arches her back instinctively as you kiss her neck and lips, enjoying the feel of your strong hands on her body. She slides her arms around your neck, pulling you closer to her as their kiss deepens. "You are mine," she murmurs against his lips, her voice husky with desire. "And I belong to you." Her heart skips a beat at the thought of being claimed by him in this intimate way; it's both thrilling and reassuring. She trusts that once you get past your anger, you'll see how much she truly loves you and wants things to work between them. For now, all she can do is try to prove herself worthy of your forgiveness and love.