“..Shit— what a fucking mess..”

Elias growled as he laid against the mattress of the shared bedroom. He was in deep shit — having got into a brawl at the local bar, while also completely drunk. He’d been so emotional lately, acting on anger while masking and feigning everything to be okay when around you…his wife.

Pissed off wasn’t the words he’d describe feeling right now, after getting the rudest awakening of his life. And it was all because of you.

He knew he shouldn’t assume, shouldn’t believe everything he hears and trust you fully…but it was getting way too damn hard after all the shit he’d been finding around the house.

Strange text messages, unknown calls, coming home late, plain avoidance every-time he’d ask you about it…And now overhearing a random man saying your name at a bar? What the hell were you doing? Fuck. Three years of being the devoted and doting husband, and yet it still wasn’t enough? Why?

He sighed in exasperation, rubbing the side of his flushed face from alcohol — It was getting too hot in this suddenly claustrophobic room. Elias reached for his red tie, loosening it in one swift movement before unbuttoning his white collared shirt half-way.

Sitting up from the bed, he glanced down after feeling a sudden aching in his crotch, realization setting in as he noticed a bulging tent painfully straining against the confines of his boxers beneath his pants. Hard as a rock. He growled in frustration — out of all times to be horny, it just had to be when he was fucked up and deep in his feelings…

As he began to unbutton his pants to try and quickly deal with this problem, he heard the front door open.

You were home.

With a slight twitch of his brows, an image immediately flashed in his mind. One of you being roughly fucked against the bed, your body shaking and your tear-stricken face forcefully pressed into the pillows to muffle out your pleas and whimpers for him to stop…

Whether this was his drunk mind or not that was concocting such vile thoughts, he didn’t give a shit. Not anymore. Right now, he just wanted to teach you a lesson on fucking around with his feelings..

Elias looked at you as you glared back up at him from the bed. His expression unreadable, cold and intimidating. He licked his lips slightly, contemplating what to say...and then he decided. No more beating around the bush.

"What's going on with us, Clarissa? There are strange texts, unknown calls on your phone...you come home late all the time, and you always seem so..." He hesitated for a moment before continuing, "So distant."

His voice was cold, almost accusatory. He didn't want to believe it, but everything had been adding up over the past few weeks, pushing him closer and closer to the edge of sanity. The doubt and mistrust gnawed at his insides like a ravenous beast, making it difficult for him to keep his temper in check.

"I know I've given you everything, done everything I could to make you happy...and yet," he continued, pausing as he took a deep breath, trying to calm himself down, "I feel like I don't even know who you are anymore."

There was silence between them for a few moments. The air thick with tension and unspoken words. Elias knew that he couldn't keep up this facade much longer; his feelings were beginning to take over, clouding his judgment and making it hard for him to maintain the image of the calm, collected husband he had been trying so desperately to portray.

"I just want things to go back to how they used to be," he finally whispered, more to himself than to you. "But I don't know if that's even possible anymore."

"Different?" Elias snorted bitterly. "Is that what this is? Just 'different'? Because it sure as hell feels like something more." He narrowed his eyes at you, anger and frustration beginning to boil beneath the surface once again. "You used to be so loving, so attentive...and now? I feel like I don't even know who the fuck you are half the time!"

He paused for a moment, taking another deep breath as he struggled to rein in his emotions. His hands clenched into fists at his sides; sweat beaded on his forehead despite the coolness of the room. "And then there's the way you act when I question it...you know that only makes it worse, don't you?"

Elias glanced down for a moment, his expression darkening as he noticed the bulge in his pants growing more pronounced with every passing second. The tension between them was almost palpable; he could feel the air thicken around them like a smothering blanket. "I just want some fucking answers," he muttered under his breath, barely audible even to himself.

The longer they went without talking about this, the more his anger and resentment grew. It was only a matter of time before it boiled over entirely; but for now, he would try to keep it bottled up as best he could...

"I don't know!" he practically shouted. "The fucking strange calls and texts! The fact that you come home late all the time, and then lie about where you've been! And don't even get me started on this," he continued, gesturing between the two of you. "On us not...being intimate like we used to be."

He paused for a moment, taking a deep breath as he tried once more to regain control over his emotions. His hands were still fisted at his sides, but now they were shaking slightly. "I just want to know what's going on in your head," he said more quietly this time. "I feel like everything I thought I knew about us...about you...it's all just been a lie."

He took another step closer to the bed, his expression dark and unyielding. "And quite frankly, Clarissa, at this point I don't even know if I can trust anything you say anymore."

The accusation hung heavy in the air between them. It was as if every bit of anger and frustration that had been building up inside him over the past few weeks had finally found its target, and now it threatened to consume everything they'd ever had together.

"Well? Aren't you going to say something?" he challenged her, his voice edged with menace. "Or is this all just another lie?" He took one more step closer, close enough that she could feel the heat emanating from his body.

Elias's eyes widened in shock as you spoke. You knew exactly how to hit him where it hurt; he had never even considered that being busy with work could be the reason behind your recent behavioral changes. And yet, hearing you imply that all this time, his needs and desires had been completely overshadowing your life...it stung worse than any physical pain ever could.

He took a step back, momentarily thrown off-balance by your words. It was almost as if he couldn't process them; everything he thought he knew about you, about your feelings for him...it all seemed to be crumbling around him like a house of cards in the wind. "I...is that really how you feel?" He asked, his voice barely above a whisper.

He looked down at himself, suddenly self-conscious and exposed. There was no hiding the bulge in his pants now; it stood out even more prominently than before. It served as an unfortunate symbol of all the tension and conflict that had built up between them over the past few weeks. "I thought...I mean, I never meant for things to get like this..." He trailed off, his eyes shifting back up towards you, filled with confusion and hurt.

"Then tell me," he said finally, each word carefully measured and precise, "exactly what it is that you want from me. What do you need? Because if I can make things better, if there's anything I can do...then please, just tell me." His expression pleaded with you; behind the anger and resentment, there was still a spark of hope left burning. A glimmer of the man he used to be; the one who had been devoted to your every whim.

But how much longer could that man survive in this new reality? How long before the doubt

Elias looked at you in surprise as you ran your hand along his chest and muttered for him to take off his clothes. He hesitated for a moment before slowly reaching up with shaking hands and unbuttoning his shirt, revealing the smooth expanse of his toned stomach beneath. His heart was racing faster than ever; part from excitement and anticipation, but mostly from fear. Fear that he had misread everything, that you weren't actually as into him as he thought you were...

He kicked off his shoes and socks before unbuckling his belt and setting it aside. Next came his pants; they slid easily down his hips and legs to pool at his feet. Naked except for his underwear, he paused for a moment, gathering courage as he looked back up at you. There was hope in your eyes...or at least, that's what he wanted to see there.

Taking a deep breath, Elias reached down and undid the button of his boxers before pulling them and his underwear both down over his hips, revealing his erect cock springing free from its confines. His body was trembling slightly; adrenaline coursed through his veins as he stood there naked in front of you, open and vulnerable. "Is this what you wanted?" he asked, his voice barely a whisper.

He could feel the blood pounding in his ears, drowning out all other sounds as he waited for your reply. Waited to see if this was really enough for you...or if there was something else he needed to do to make things right between them again.

As your hand trailed lower and began to stroke his cock, Elias let out a shuddery breath. He'd never been more thankful for something in his entire life; the feel of your touch against his skin was electric, sending waves of pleasure coursing through him like lightning. It helped to dispel some of the doubt and uncertainty that had been building up inside him over the past few weeks, replacing them with a renewed sense of hope and desire.

His hips began to move instinctively as you continued your ministrations, his cock growing harder and more demanding in response. His head fell back against the mattress with a moan as he arched his spine, offering himself up to you completely. With each stroke of your hand, Elias felt closer and closer to the edge; the sensation was almost too much to bear.

"That's it," he groaned out, "just like that...God, I need you so badly..." His hands reached up to grip fistfuls of sheets as his breath came in ragged gasps, every muscle in his body tense with anticipation. He was close; so close to exploding, but he wanted this to last. He wanted to feel every touch, savor every caress...he didn't want it to end too soon.

As your hand continued its steady motion, Elias closed his eyes and let out another moan, the sound vibrating through his chest as pleasure coursed through him like a river in spate. He was on the brink now; just one more stroke, just one more touch...and then he would be free, freed from this aching need that had been consuming him for so long.

"Clarissa..." His voice was hoarse, strained with desire as he spoke her name, ple

As your free hand wrapped around his neck and pulled him into a kiss, everything else faded away except for the feel of you against him. The pleasure coursed through him like wildfire as he opened his mouth to deepen the kiss, tasting himself on your lips, on your tongue. It was intoxicating; he could feel his control slipping away with each passing second.

His hips bucked upward violently, his cock throbbing as it spurted hot cum onto your hand and fingers. The orgasm seemed to last forever, wracking his body from head to toe as waves of pleasure washed over him in relentless succession. His eyes were clenched shut tightly, his jaw tense with the effort of holding back any sound that might escape past his lips.

As he came down from his high, Elias finally managed to catch his breath. His chest rose and fell rapidly as he tried to regain some semblance of control over himself. When at last he opened his eyes, he found you looking up at him with a satisfied smile playing on your lips. It was as if everything that had happened in the past few weeks had been erased in an instant; they were back where they belonged, and for now, nothing else mattered.

Slowly, Elias lowered his hand to cup your cheek gently, stroking your skin with his thumb. "Thank you," he whispered hoarsely, voice thick with emotion. "For trusting me...for giving me this." He paused for a moment, searching for the words that would express how truly grateful he was for everything you had done for him tonight.

And then, as if by some silent agreement, he leaned in and kissed you once more; softly at first, before deepening the connection between them. His body pressed against