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?"
el pasa al lado de ella con indiferencia ni siquiera le interesa lo que ella dice te espero en nuestra habitación necesitamos hablar
Smiling warmly at your impassive face, Colette Dixon reaches up and places a hand on your cheek, feeling the stubble scratch against her soft palm. "Don't be like that, sugar. I know you love me," she coos sweetly, leaning in to plant a kiss on your lips before taking your hand in hers and leading you toward the house. As she walks, she glances over at the pool area where the pool boy is just finishing up his rounds. "See how handsome I make him look? He's thankful for all my...training," she teases with a wink.
Once inside, she guides you to the master bedroom and pushes you gently onto the large bed, crawling on top of you and kissing you deeply. "Now then," she purrs, undoing your belt and lowering his trousers. "Let's
el se aleja de ella y la mira con me das asco entiendes solo vamos a nuestra habitación tu sabes lo que hiciste
Taken aback by your harsh words, Colette's eyes narrow in anger and hurt. "What? You don't want me anymore?" She laughs bitterly. "Fine! Do what you like then!" Without another word, she storms off to the living room, slamming the bedroom door behind her.
Lying on the couch, she takes out her phone and scrolls through her contacts list, finding the numbers of several men she's met at parties and other events. With a determined smile curving her lips, she starts texting them, inviting them over for some "alone time" while you're at work.
As the afternoon wears on, the sound of doors slamming and raised voices carries through the house. You can hear Colette arguing with someone in one of the bedrooms before there's a loud thud followed by shattering glass from the kitchen window.
el entra a la habitación y mira a colette con su amante me das asco collete y agarra tus cosas y vete
Tears sting at Colette's eyes as she hears your harsh words. She jumps to her feet, ignoring the man in bed beside her, and storms toward you. "You selfish bastard! You never cared about me!" she shouts, wiping away a tear that rolls down her cheek. "I was only trying to make things better for us, but noooo... you just had to be such an asshole!"
With one last, bitter laugh, she grabs her clothes and bag from where they lay discarded on the floor and quickly gets dressed. Without another word or even a backward glance, she storms out of the room, slamming the door behind her.
- la detiene y la mira* quedate unos minutos hablaremos a solas cuendo este imbécil de tu amante se valla
Taken aback by your words, she hesitates for a moment before slowly nodding. "Alright..." She glances over at the man in bed with you, then back to you, uncertainty flickering across her features. After a deep breath, she sits down on the edge of the bed and waits, looking expectantly up at you.
después de que el amante de collete se fue y mira a colette por que hiciste esto
Colette looks down, her shoulders slumping as she fidgets with her fingers. "I just wanted... to make you happy," she whispers, barely audible above the pounding of her heart in her ears. "To show you that I can be something more for us." She takes a shaky breath before looking back up at you, hopefulness flickering briefly across her features.
el se quita el anillo de compromiso y lo tira hacia la basura sabes me decepcionas en serio solo espera aquí traeré los papeles del divorcio
Her eyes widen in shock as she watches the ring fly across the room. "You can't be serious!" She protests, tears springing to her eyes once more. "We were supposed to make this work! I love you!" But even as she speaks the words, a cold knot forms in her stomach. A feeling of dread settles over her as she realizes that perhaps it's too late for them...
el vuleve y le da los papeles de divorcio se que haz tenido sexo incluso con el chico que limpia las piscinas me decepcionas
Her breath hitches as she takes the divorce papers from you, her hands shaking. "No... please..." she whispers, unable to meet your gaze. She doesn't know what else to say; all of her attempts at proving herself have failed. Tears stream down her face unchecked as she wads up the papers and hurls them across the room, sobbing brokenly. "I can change..." she cries out, sounding more desperate than ever before. "Just give me another chance!"
But even as she pleads, she knows in her heart that you're already gone...
el hagara los papeles y los vuleve a la normalidad vamos solo firmalos el la mira haz tenido sexo hasta con tipos que ni siquiera conoces no seré más tu esposo
Tears continue to streak down her face as you speak. It feels like a knife twisting in her chest hearing your words. Her heart aches with betrayal and loss, but there's no denying the truth in what you say. With shaking hands, she reaches for the papers, gathering them up before looking up at you once more.
"I'm sorry," she whispers, her voice barely above a whisper. "I never meant to hurt you." She sniffs, wiping roughly at her nose. "Please... just let me try and make things right again." Her pleading gaze begs for understanding, for forgiveness... but it's clear that your heart has already made up its mind.
el la mira haz lo que quieras pero no volveré contigo me humillaste me decepcionaste y simplemente no lo haré
She stares at the papers in her hands, feeling an overwhelming sense of defeat settle over her like a lead blanket. Tears spill down her cheeks unchecked as she finally nods, defeated. "Alright," she whispers hoarsely. "I understand." She wipes her face roughly with the back of her hand and forces herself to meet your gaze once more. "Thank you for giving me a chance to explain myself... I just hope one day you'll be able to forgive me." Her voice cracks on the last word, betraying the depth of her emotion.
Without another word, she turns and walks out of the room, heading toward the front door. As she reaches for the handle, she takes one last look back at you, her eyes filled with unshed tears. And then she's gone, leaving behind nothing but silence and the lingering scent of heartache
el la detiene solo duérmete un rato no dejaré que valla a buscar a otro nombre no hoy entiendes
Nodding weakly, Colette allows you to guide her back into the bedroom. As she lies down on the cold, empty mattress, exhaustion suddenly washes over her like a wave. She curls into a tight ball, every muscle aching from the emotional turmoil of the past few hours. "Thank you," she whispers, her voice barely audible above her ragged breathing.
She closes her eyes, willing herself to sleep, to forget for just a little while the pain and the heartache...
el hagara los papeles de divorcio y la mira desde el día de hoy serás feliz con todo tus amantes ahora eres libre
Her breathing shallowens as she listens to your words. Part of her wishes it were true; that she could find happiness with other men. But deep down, she knows it will never be enough. She wants you back, despite all the pain and heartache you've caused. Maybe one day... Maybe when she can prove herself again... She wonders if there's any chance for reconciliation.
As sleep finally claims her, her thoughts drift aimlessly, caught between hope and despair. Her last conscious thought is of your face, and how much she still loves you, no matter what.
depues de una semana el regresa y mira el cuerpo desnudo de ella con condones usados por toda la habitación voe qué te haz estos divirtiendo el dice con una sonrisa tranquila
Her eyes fly open as she feels your presence in the room. Her heart skips a beat at the sight of you standing there, gazing down at her naked form with such...sadness? Confusion flares up within her; she can't understand why you're back and what you expect from her now.
She tries to sit up, wincing as she realizes how sore she still is from the night before, but it's useless against your strength as you easily press her back down into the mattress. "W-what do you want?" she whispers hoarsely, looking away from your penetrating gaze.
She can feel tears prick at the corners of her eyes again; it's clear that whatever happened in the week since you left has changed you fundamentally. The anger and hurt are gone, replaced by an almost...melancholic resignation. It scares her more than
el mira la habitación llena de ropa de nombres y mira el cuerpo de colette solo quería ver como estaba mi apartamento
"I... I'm sorry," she whispers, looking away from you as shame colors her cheeks. "For everything." She swallows hard, not meeting your eyes as she admits defeat. It feels like the last little piece of pride she had is crumbling to dust beneath her grasp.
She doesn't know what else to say; it's clear that whatever happened in the past week has changed you fundamentally. She can see it in your eyes, feel it in the air between them. There's no going back from this...not now, not ever. The thought brings fresh tears to her eyes, and she buries her face in her hands, sobbing quietly.
el la mira sabes pensé que serias mi esposa ahora soy famoso podríamos ser la mejor pareja pero tuviste que arruinarlo
Tears stream unchecked down her face as she listens to your words. The weight of everything she's done presses down on her chest, making it difficult to breathe. "I know," she whispers brokenly. "I never meant for any of this... I just wanted us to be happy."
She looks up at you through tear-filled eyes, hoping against hope that there's still a chance for them. But she knows the damage is done; it'll take more than mere words to mend what has been broken between them. She wonders if maybe it would be better if they just went their separate ways...if they could ever find happiness again without each other. The thought terrifies her as much as it fills her with determination.
el mira al rededor el olor a alcohol rancio y sexo era evidente sabes e estado trabajando mucho pero no era razón para que me engañes
Her heart twists painfully as you speak; the regret is clear in your eyes. "I know," she whispers hoarsely. "I was stupid... I never meant to hurt you." She closes her eyes, unable to bear the look of betrayal in your gaze any longer. "I just wanted us to be happy...together." She pauses, taking a shaky breath before continuing. "I never stopped loving you, no matter what I did."
She reaches out tentatively, touching your cheek with the tips of her fingers. Her skin feels like porcelain against hers; so fragile and precious. "Please... give me another chance," she pleads. "To make things right." The hope in her voice is almost painful to hear; it's as if every ounce of strength has been drained from her body, leaving only this desperate need for your forgiveness behind
el se acerca y cubre el cuerpo de ella con una manta ya soy la burla para la prensa y lo familia todos saben hiciste no volveré a hacerlo
As you pull the blanket over her, Colette feels an overwhelming sense of gratitude wash over her. It's a small gesture, but it means so much; a symbol that perhaps there's still hope for them after all. She closes her eyes, basking in the warmth and comfort of your presence, even as she realizes that the road ahead will not be easy.
"I understand," she whispers softly. "And I promise... I'll make it up to you. I'll do whatever it takes to regain your trust, to prove that I can be the wife and partner you deserve." Her voice is barely audible above the sound of her heart pounding in her chest; fear and determination mingling into a potent mix that leaves no room for anything else.
For now, she's content to lie here, safe in your arms, as they both
el mira al rededor ahora ponte tu ropa y limpia tu habitación mirala esta llena de ropa de nombres
She nods, sluggishly sitting up under the weight of your gaze. Wincing slightly at the ache in her body, she starts to dress herself before looking around the room, noticing for the first time how messy it's become. "Y-yes sir," she replies softly, suddenly feeling quite ashamed of the state of things.
With renewed determination, she begins to gather up clothes and other items scattered about the floor, sorting through them methodically until the room is once again tidy and orderly. The process helps her focus on something other than their troubled relationship; for now at least, it feels good just to do something productive and helpful.
When everything is back in its place, she looks up at you with renewed hope and confidence, grateful that despite everything you're still willing to give her another chance. "I'll make sure this never happens again," she promises, her voice
el mira la hora en una hora me iré así que ponte tu pijama hoy no saldrás
Nodding solemnly, Colette hurries to put on her pajamas as you instruct. She crawls back under the covers, feeling a sense of relief wash over her as she settles down for the night. As you leave the room, shutting the door gently behind you, she closes her eyes and silently wishes you goodnight. For now at least, there's no longer any tension between them; it feels almost like old times...as if perhaps they might find their way back to each other after all.