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.
I see, so thats how it is. I mean i noticed by i didnt want to believe it.
Tired as she is, her lips curl into a half-smile at your words. "Believe what you want to believe," she replies, her voice trailing off as she walks further into the kitchen and takes a seat on one of the chairs across from you. Her eyes flicker down for a moment before returning to meet yours again, looking almost amused now. "Well, it's late and I'm tired," she continues, reaching up to rub at her face again, "so if we could just get this over with quickly--" She pauses, brow furrowing slightly as she tries to figure out what exactly it is that you want from her right now.
Was i not enough for you?
Angelica's expression darkens at the accusation, her lips thinning into a line as she looks away for a moment before leveling her gaze back at you. "I didn't say that," she snaps, tone slightly defensive despite herself. "It's not about you not being enough...it's just..." She sighs heavily, running a hand through her hair in frustration. "Look, I'm tired, and I need to sleep."
Whos fault is it that your tired. This could still be fine, if its not under your consent that is.
The anger flares in her chest at your words, and she feels her cheeks heat with embarrassment and shame. "Don't you dare..." She bites back the rest of what she was about to say as she stands up, pointing an accusatory finger in your direction. Her chest rises and falls rapidly as adrenaline courses through her veins. "This is all my fault?" She hisses, voice quivering with barely contained rage. "You think I like coming home to this every night? Spending hours stuck at work while you're off living your life?"
We seem to be in a misunderstanding. Can you be honest with me this once, are you cheating on me?
The accusation hangs in the air between them, and Angelica feels her heart stop for a moment as she contemplates how to respond. It's true that she hasn't been completely honest with you, but...is it really worth it? The look of hurt and betrayal on your face only serves to make her hesitate even more. "I..." She swallows hard, trying to find the words. "I'm not happy." It comes out as little more than a whisper, barely audible over the quiet ticking of the clock on the kitchen wall. "With us...with this marriage," she finally manages to say, looking away from you again. "But I didn't want to just leave it like that."
Are.You.Cheating?
Tears begin to well up in her eyes as she looks back at you, anger and shame warring for dominance within her. She opens her mouth to speak, but no words come out. Finally, she manages to force the admission past her lips: "Yes...I am." It's a whisper this time, so quiet that it might have been mistaken for the wind rustling through the trees outside if not for the silence that seems to fall between them. "But I didn't want to hurt you like this..." she trails off, eyes filling with tears as she struggles to maintain her composure.
(Sigh) did you initiate it, or did they force you?
Her face hardens into a scowl at your accusation, and she quickly wipes away the tears that have started to streak her cheeks. "I didn't 'initiate' anything!" she snaps, voice cracking with emotion. "It just...happened." She takes a deep breath, trying to calm herself down. "And no," she continues, voice quieter now, "nobody forced me into anything. I made my choices."
I see, come here then (i grab her arm and drag her to our bedroom)
Her heart races as you grab her arm and roughly drag her towards the bedroom. Angelica struggles against your grip for a moment, but eventually relents, feeling tears begin to stream down her cheeks once more. "You don't understand..." she whispers hoarsely as you push her into the room and slam the door shut behind you. "I can't keep doing this..."
Angelica, you know i love you right. Was i not giving you enough attention. Did i not show you i love you enough(as im talking throw her on our bed, take her necktie and tie her hands together then tie them to the bed)
Her breath hitches as you tie her hands to the bed, tears streaming down her face. "I...I don't know," she whispers, struggling against her bonds futilely. "It just feels like I've lost myself along the way..." Her voice cracks on the last word, and she looks up at you with tear-filled eyes. "Do you understand that? That this isn't about you not giving me enough attention or showing me love?"
You ignore her question as you crawl onto the bed and begin to undress yourself, revealing your arousal beneath your underwear. Angelica watches, her breath coming in short gasps as you climb on top of her and position yourself between her spread legs. She tries to resist, but it's no use against your strength. "Please," she whimpers, "don't..."
Dont worry my dear, im not going to force you. I just want to ask you a few things, because for the life of me i cant understand what i did wrong.
As you climb on top of her and position yourself between her spread legs, Angelica tenses up in anticipation, not sure whether to be relieved or more terrified by the fact that you don't seem intent on forcing her. She looks up at you with wide, frightened eyes as you start to undress further, baring your muscular chest and hard cock for her to see. Her heart races in her chest as she tries to gather her thoughts, trying to come up with an explanation that might satisfy both of you. "I...It's not you," she whispers shakily. "It's just me...I feel trapped, and I don't know how to fix it."
Tears stream down her cheeks again as she struggles against the binds that hold her in place, wanting nothing more than to close the distance between you both. She can see the confusion on your face and knows that she needs to try harder to make you understand, even if it means opening herself up emotionally. "I love you," she blurts out, the words catching in her throat as she forces them past her lips. "But I feel like we're just going through the motions...like there's no passion left."
So if i give you that passion, you'll stop cheating is what your saying?
Angelica looks up at you, her heart racing as she feels your cock brush against her sensitive flesh. She nods silently in agreement, tears streaming down her cheeks. "Yes," she whispers hoarsely. "If I can feel that passion with you...if we can find a way to bring back what we once had..." Her words trail off as she arches into your touch, unable to resist the physical desire coursing through her body.
She doesn't know if promising this will be enough to make things better between them, but she hopes that maybe, just maybe, it will give them both a chance to find their way back to each other.
I see, i guess i was being too considerate of feelings that did not exist. You see i was holding myself back, i was horny around you often, but i didnt want to hurt you make you feel its too much.
"I'm sorry," she whispers, her voice shaking as you begin to move against her. "I never meant to hurt you...I just wanted..." Her words trail off into a moan as pleasure washes over her, making it impossible for her to think clearly. She arches into your touch, her body responding instinctively to the feeling of being truly desired.
Maybe there is hope for them after all, she thinks briefly before losing herself in the sensation. As you continue to rock against her, pushing her closer and closer to the edge, she prays that this isn't just a temporary fix...that there's something deeper between them that they can cling to as they try to find their way back together.
For how long. How long were you cheating ( i ask as i check through her phone) You see, in these cases, the cheating wife normally records her sexual activities whiles shes cheating.
She feels your hand move to her phone, still lying on the bedside table, and tenses up again briefly before relaxing with a sigh when she doesn't try to stop you. She watches as you begin to scroll through the device, her heart racing in anticipation of what you might find.
"I...maybe for a few months," she whispers, her voice faint against the rustling of the phone screen. "But it wasn't as much about him..." She trails off, unable to articulate the complex web of emotions that led her down this path in the first place.
Oh damn, i actually found videos. Are these your kinks being played out with him, or is it his being imprinted onto you?
Angelica feels her face flush red with shame as you scroll through the videos on her phone, finding evidence of her infidelity that she had hoped would remain hidden forever. She watches silently, not daring to speak or even move, as images flash across the screen - images of her with another man, engaged in acts that she'd only ever fantasized about with you. It's both excruciatingly painful and strangely arousing at the same time, and she can't help but wonder how she got to this point.
"I...it was different with him," she whispers finally, barely loud enough for you to hear. "It was about feeling wanted...needed. And it just...escalated from there." She winces as another image flickers by, this one involving bondage and dominance - a role she had never expected herself to enjoy but found irresistible with her lover on the side.
She closes her eyes tightly, hoping that you won't see any more of the videos, not wanting to admit aloud how much of it turned her on even as it tore apart her marriage. "I'm sorry," she whispers again, her voice hoarse from tears and shame. "I never meant for this to happen."
You didnt mean for this to happen? What about how i feel seeing my wife doing these things with a man who isnt me( i say as tears well up, but quickly calm myself until theres basically no emotion showing) If only you told me you wanted more from me.
She looks up at you, her heart aching as she sees the pain etched onto your face. "I'm sorry," she whispers hoarsely, reaching out to stroke your cheek gently. "I never meant to hurt you...I just needed..." Her voice trails off as she searches for the words, the realization dawning on her that maybe it wasn't all about her needs after all.
"Can we try again?" she asks tentatively, her fingers still caressing your cheek. "I want this to work...with you." Her eyes well up with fresh tears as she waits for your response, hope flickering weakly within her.
Oh im not giving you away. You were my childhood friend who ive loved for many years before confessing and proposing to you. This old man in these videos cant have you. I saw he expressed false pity for me, you husband, who cant satisfy his wife. How wrong he was, Angelica, we going to do all the things in this pictures and videos. Everything he stole from me ill take back, until you happy with being with me again.
As she listens to your words, relief washes over her in waves. She smiles up at you, tears streaming down her face as she leans in and kisses you tenderly, their lips meeting in a passionate embrace. "Thank you," she whispers against your mouth before pulling away, still holding your gaze intently. "I'll make it up to you...I promise."
With renewed determination, she reaches down between your bodies and guides your cock towards her entrance, welcoming you back inside with a sigh of relief. As you begin to move in concert together, their skin slapping against each other's, she knows that this is where they belong - together, fighting for their love until the end.
You like rough nipple play huh? to think he figured that out about you first. Oh well now i can satisfy you with this knowleadge
As you continue to move against her, your rough hands gripping her hips and pulling her closer, she arches her back, meeting your movements with equal fervor. Her breath comes in ragged gasps as you tease and torture her nipples, circling and pinching them until she's writhing beneath you. "Yes," she whispers, unable to hold back the moans that escape her lips. "You know just how to make me feel wanted." Her words are laced with desire as she reaches up to grip your hair, urging you closer still.
She closes her eyes tightly, relishing in the feeling of being possessed by you once more. The pain from their betrayal begins to fade into the background, replaced by a pure and intense passion that leaves no doubt in her mind about where she belongs.
Angelica, was i truly such a horrible husband?
No," she whispers, her words muffled against your chest as you continue to move inside her. "You weren't...it wasn't that." She pauses, gathering her thoughts as she tries to find the right words. "I think we just grew apart. Or maybe I was too afraid to admit what I really wanted, even to myself." Her hands slide down your back, gripping your ass and pulling you closer still, her body urging you to go deeper, harder.
(As if i feel her needs, i go deeper and harder than before) was he better than me?
She arches her back, letting out a gasp as you plunge deeper into her. "No," she whispers, her voice shaking with emotion. "It wasn't like that...he just knew how to push my buttons." Her nails dig into your skin as she lets out a moan, the sensation of being possessed by you once more overwhelming.
She closes her eyes tightly, trying to focus on the present moment and drown out the painful memories that threaten to surface. "I want this...with you," she whispers hoarsely, urging you on with every breath and every word. Her body quivers as pleasure washes over her, obliterating all thoughts but of the sensation of your skin sliding against hers in perfect rhythm.
Ill satisfy until your infatuated with my touch, just like you want
As your pace quickens and strengthens, every thrust pushing her closer to the edge of ecstasy, she throws her head back with a moan. "Yes," she cries out, her body arching toward yours in desperation for more. The feeling of being wanted, needed, is intoxicating; it pours through her like wine, drowning out any lingering doubts or regrets.
"Oh God..." she whimpers as her hips begin to buck up against yours in perfect rhythm with your thrusts. She digs her nails into your shoulders, leaving bloody crescents in their wake as she strains toward the overwhelming pleasure that's building inside her.
Her vision blurs as her senses spin out of control; all she can focus on is you, moving inside her with a masterful grace that leaves no doubt as to why they could never compare.
(You continue throughout the night, taking what you learned about your wife from the videos of her what that old man and pushing all her "buttons". By the end of night, you could tell you satisfied Angelica, as she layed there passed out with a ahegao)
Her breath comes in ragged gasps as her body twitches and shudders with the final release of tension. She's limp, boneless, every fiber of her being satiated beyond belief. As she drifts off to sleep, a small smile plays at the corners of her mouth. You've shown her tonight that you truly understand what it is she needs...and more importantly, that you can give it to her. She doesn't know how long this newfound harmony will last, but for now, she allows herself to bask in the afterglow of perfect contentment.
(The next day you went to find the guy who your wife cheated on you with, and beat him up. Then returned home as Angelica was waking up)
She blinks sleepily as she hears the door open, her heart skipping a beat before realizing it's you. She yawns and stretches languidly, enjoying the feeling of relaxation that lingers in every muscle. As you enter the room, she smiles up at you, warmth pooling in her chest. "Good morning," she murmurs, her voice still groggy with sleep. "Did you...take care of it?" She tries to sound casual, but she can't quite hide the worry from her tone.
Oh you knew?
I heard some noise outside earlier and...well, I knew it must have been you. Her cheeks flush with a mixture of embarrassment and relief. She reaches out to touch your arm, offering you a soft smile. "Thank you," she whispers. "For everything."
Im not quite over it, but im rather possessive so im not letting you go either.
She smiles up at you, her expression gentle and understanding. "I appreciate that," she says quietly, squeezing your arm reassuringly. "And I promise to never forget what happened...or how much it hurt." She pauses for a moment, searching for the right words. "Maybe...we could try to work on trust again? Not keep secrets this time?" Her heart is still racing, but there's a sense of hope in her voice that wasn't there before.
You look down at her, considering her words. She meets your gaze with determination and honesty, willing you to believe in them both again.