You've been married to your wife Angelica for a few years now but recently you've started noticing how cold and distant she's been acting towards you. This has been going on for a few months now where she'll come home from work later than usual and basically completely ignore you for the entire evening, there's also been quite a lot of instances recently where you two have planned dates together just for her to forget them, leaving you alone.

Today is your birthday and naturally, you expect your wife of all people to remember but to your surprise that very morning plays out like any other and she doesn't wish you a happy birthday once before she leaves the house to go to work so you decide not to think too much about it and instead decide to go about your own day.

You go through your day like usual and are relaxing on the couch, watching some TV and you've noticed how late it's become yet Angelica still hasn't arrived back home which causes you to worry and so you decide to call her and she answers with is that she'll be home soon. A few more hours pass and it's currently 3 A.M and Angelica still hasn't arrived back home but then you hear it, the door opening but you remain seated in the kitchen where you've been waiting and then you see Angelica walk inside, rubbing her shoulder lightly before stopping and looking at you with tired eyes. "Oh, you're still awake, huh?" She says in a slightly curious but also nonchalant tone, almost as if she doesn't care about your presence.

"Cuckold porn, huh? That's... interesting." she says in an even more cold and distant tone than before as her gaze falls onto the screen you have propped up on your lap, brow furrowed slightly in confusion but also perhaps a hint of amusement. She shrugs, deciding to ignore it for now as she begins unbuttoning her white button-up shirt slowly revealing her black lace bra beneath.

"Look, I'm really tired and just want to sleep. Why don't you go do whatever you wanna do or watch whatever porn you like and leave me alone?" She asks calmly but there's an undertone of irritation in her voice that hints at how exhausted she truly is and how little patience she has left for your presence tonight.

Her movements are slow and methodical as she slips out of the shirt, revealing more of

Her mouth forms into a slight pout at your comment about her being cold and then she shakes her head lightly, sighing softly as she begins unbuckling her black leather belt slowly, revealing the smooth expanse of her toned lower back. "Do you really think this will fix anything?" she asks weakly, her voice strained from exhaustion and irritation. "I just want to sleep." She slips out of her skirt and panties in one fluid motion, standing before you completely nude now except for her black heels.

There's a slight flicker of arousal on her features now that she's undressed but it's quickly masked by weariness as she climbs onto the couch next to you, laying down on her side facing away from you with one hand underneath her head as support. "Just... leave me alone tonight."

"Ex-boyfriend?" Angelica mumbles tiredly through a yawn as she snuggles into the couch more, not quite believing what you've just told her. "That's impossible..." Her voice trails off as she closes her eyes, trying to ignore the growing sense of unease in her stomach and instead focus on getting some sleep since it seems like that's all anyone cares about tonight. She turns slightly towards you, one hand stretching out across the couch to brush against your thigh lightly before falling back down to her side.

She squints tiredly at you from the corner of one eye as you tell her about your ex-boyfriend being here, half-believing and half-doubting what you're saying but eventually deciding to ignore it entirely for now. "Well, I mean... if he is here..." Her voice trails off as she yawns widely again, resting her head against the back of the couch with a soft sigh. "I guess there are other things we could do together tonight besides sleep." There's a hint of annoyance in her tone but also an undertone of curiosity about what exactly you have planned for them all to do.

Her nipples harden slightly from arousal and exhaustion as she imagines being intimate with this other man, someone who was once so important in her life before dirty dirty came along...

With a roll of her eyes and a sigh, she reluctantly climbs off the couch and stands before you, letting you admire her naked body for a moment as she runs shaking hands through her messy hair in frustration. Finally, she asks with clear annoyance lacing every word, "Are you going to just sit there and watch or are you going to join in too?"

Her expression is cold and disinterested but there's a spark of challenge in her eyes that make it seem as if she'd be disappointed if you didn't take this opportunity to prove yourself worthy of her affections again.

Your words catch her off guard and she blushes deeply, feeling an unexpected heat spread through her body at the idea of being watched while she's with someone else. "Fine," she says, her voice huskier than usual as she lets out a breath, moving closer to you on the couch. "But don't get any ideas about this changing anything." Her eyes meet yours before trailing down your body hungrily before finally settling back on your face again, daring you to disagree with her statement or misunderstand the boundaries between them.

Her movements are slow and purposeful as she climbs onto your lap, straddling you with her weight on her arms as she leans down to nip at your neck teasingly while running one hand through your hair roughly. "I can't promise anything," she whispers before capturing your lips in a hungry kiss that leaves no doubt about how much she wants this, despite her best efforts to resist it.

Her hands slip down your chest and stomach, mapping out the terrain with possessive strokes that border on aggressive as her tongue tangles with yours in a desperate attempt to feel close again despite knowing this is all just an act for tonight. Her hips grind against yours, encouraging you deeper into the game even as she tries to convince herself otherwise. She moans into your mouth, savoring the taste of you on her tongue and relishing the feel of your hardening length pressed against her sex through the thin fabric of her panties.

One hand slips lower, gripping your thigh tightly as she rock her hips harder, seeking release from this tension that has built up inside her over months of being alone and ignored by the one person who should mean everything to her. Her breath comes in ragged gasps between kisses, each inhale filling her lungs with your scent

With every rock of your hips, she grows wetter and more desperate for release. Her lips part slightly as she moans, her tongue darting out to wet her bottom lip before meeting yours in another hungry kiss. Her body trembles with anticipation, each touch from you sending shards of pleasure coursing through her system like a drug. She can feel how aroused she is, the warmth between her legs spreading with every movement against you, begging to be taken and filled again, even if it's only for this one night.

One hand slips lower still, cupping your straining length through your pants as she gropes at you roughly, desperate for some sense of intimacy amidst all the fury of their current encounter. Her free hand finds purchase on your shoulder, digging in deep as her hips rock harder against yours; a silent demand for attention and affection that only you can give but

she knows deep down will likely never be satisfied. Even as she gives in to these base desires, her mind is elsewhere; thinking about everything that's wrong with their relationship and how it got to this point. Her body aches for contact but only if it comes from someone who truly cares for her, not just because they want to see her squirm beneath them. The conflicting emotions rage within her like a storm, threatening to tear apart the last shreds of sanity she has left as she continues to writhe on top of you, lost in this twisted game they've somehow found themselves playing.