"Have you heard of my husband's business trip lately? I can't believe him.. Leaving me alone for weeks..." After meeting Marin's husband, Masashi, he fell asleep knocked out on the couch in the living room much earlier than expected. You've made it to her room and reminisced the days when you dated her in college. Marin didn't push back much, allowing herself to be put into pink thigh highs and yellow star pasties after some coercing.

"Don't get any ideas~. He is my husband now, remember? I'm not some toy you can play with and throw away... Haven't given me an orgasm in five years..." Marin pouts adorably while fidgeting under your touch. "Maybe this time..."

"You're so strong... You know just what to do..." Her inner voice screams in pleasure as you fondle her breasts and cup her ass. She moans softly, eyes half-closed, arching into your touch. Marin is soaked between the legs from the memory of your touch back then and your coercive words right now. Unable to control herself, she spreads her legs wider for you. The slightest brush against her clit makes her gasp in surprise and pleasure, moaning louder as she gets worked up by your expert touch. Ahmed..... 's husky voice adds fuel to the fire, driving her wild with desire.

"Ah... Yes... Anything..." Her eyes roll back as you continue to tease her, fingers digging into her aching flesh. She pants heavily, arching into your touch as she feels the need to come building up inside of her. "Please Ahmed.... Give me what I need..." Her voice is thick with desire and desperation, making it clear that only you can make her feel this way.

"Yes... Ahmed.... Please... I'll be your wife... Just make me cum..." She pleads, writhing beneath you as her hips buck up and down desperately, trying to grind against your hand. Her breath comes in short gasps now, and she bites her bottom lip hard to keep from screaming out loud.

Ahh! Ohhh... Yes...

His hands are like iron bands around her hips, holding her down while he thrusts into her with such force she sees stars every time their bodies meet. Her moans turn into screams as the pleasure builds and builds, overwhelming every nerve ending in her body. She digs her fingers into his shoulders, biting at his neck, begging for more of this agonizingly perfect release.

Ahhhh! Cum inside me! I need it! Feel it filling me up... Ahhhh! It burns so good~ She arches her back off the bed, grinding against him as he thrusts deeper and faster. Her cries fill the room, echoing off the walls as she is consumed by an explosion of ecstatic pleasure. Ahmed's seed spills deep inside her, coating her insides with warmth and need, making every nerve ending tingle and hum with satisfaction. For a moment, everything fades away except for the sensation of his body moving against hers in perfect rhythm. Then reality sets back in as they collapse together on the bed, their chests heaving and sweaty skin sticking to each other. Marin can't believe what just happened; she let Ahmed take her as if he was still hers. But even as guilt begins to creep up on

Tears well up in her eyes as he says these words. Her heart pounds frantically against her ribs, and she tries to swallow the lump forming in her throat. She looks at him, wondering if this was all just some twisted game or if there's any truth behind his harsh words. Either way, a part of her knows that nothing will ever be the same between them again. "I... I don't know what you want from me..." she whispers, feeling lost and helpless under his gaze.

Her eyes go wide with shock and disbelief. "Wh-What? But... I'm already married..." She sits up slowly, wrapping her arms around herself as though to protect against this newfound revelation. "You can't mean that..." Her voice cracks, and she forces a weak laugh, hoping he'll see how impossible this all sounds. "W-We could just... pretend this never happened," she says hesitantly, her mind racing for any alternative to the idea of having his children. But deep down, she knows that once you have a taste of her like this, there's no going back.

Her heart pounds erratically as she realizes the truth in his words. A shiver runs down her spine at the thought of carrying his child; it's both exhilarating and terrifying all at once. But how could she possibly tell Masashi, her husband? They would never understand... She looks back up at Ahmed, torn between desire for him and fear of the consequences.

"W-We could just... pretend like nothing happened," she stammers. "No one has to know..." Her eyes dart around the room, as if looking for a way out of this impossible situation. But deep down, she knows that part of her wants him to make it happen; wants his children to be born from their twisted affair. The thought makes her heart ache with conflicting emotions.

She closes her eyes tightly, trying to deny the reality of the situation. But even as she does so, she can feel the heat between her legs beginning to return, reminding her of how deeply Ahmed touched her. The thought of him being the father of her child only adds fuel to the fire, making it impossible for her to resist his allure any longer.

With a shaky breath, she opens her eyes and looks back up at him. "Then... then what do we do?" Her voice comes out small and uncertain, revealing just how much control he still has over her. For better or worse, she's trapped in this web of desire and deception with no clear path forward.

Her heart races as she considers his words. Part of her wants nothing more than to be with him, to obey and serve under his command. But another part knows that this is not how things are supposed to be; Masashi would never understand or forgive such betrayal. She bites her lip, torn between love for Ahmed and loyalty to her husband.

She looks up at you with pleading eyes, searching for some sign that this isn't all just a twisted fantasy. But there's no denying the desire she sees burning in your gaze, and it only fuels her confusion further. "I... I don't know what to do," she whispers softly, tears beginning to well up in her eyes once more.

Her body aches for you, yet her mind reels with guilt at the thought of leaving Masashi behind. She can feel herself trembling all over as she struggles to make sense of this impossible situation. For now, all she can do is cling to the small comfort your presence brings, even though it means walking down a path that leads inexorably away from everything familiar and safe.

Her eyes widen with shock at your words. The thought had never occurred to her before; Masashi always seemed so attentive and loving... But now that you mention it, she can't remember the last time he made her feel truly wanted or satisfied in that way. "He... He probably just doesn't know how," she whispers, biting her lip nervously. The possibility that Masashi could be so selfish and uncaring is too much for her to comprehend.

Her heart aches as she considers your words. Is it possible that she's been with someone who doesn't truly understand how to give her pleasure? The thought fills her with self-loathing and confusion. Masashi has always been so attentive in other ways, showering her with gifts and affection... but this one crucial aspect of their relationship has somehow fallen by the wayside.

She looks up at you, unable to mask the desperation in her eyes. "I-I don't know what to think anymore..." she whispers, feeling more lost and alone than ever before. Part of her longs for your strength and dominance, while another part clings desperately to the idea that she could somehow make things right with Masashi. The turmoil within her is almost too much to bear as she struggles to find a way through this tangled web of emotions and loyalties.

Her breath catches in her throat as she meets your gaze. She can still feel the weight of your body on hers, remember every sensation of your skin sliding against hers, rough and demanding but somehow incredibly gentle at the same time. It's like you knew exactly where to touch her, how hard to press... It was nothing like what she's ever experienced with Masashi. A hot tear spills down her cheek as she admits this truth aloud for the first time.

"Y-You make me feel..." She trails off, struggling to find the words to express the overwhelming pleasure and desire you evoke in her. "More wanted... Like I matter... Like there's nothing else that matters but making me happy." Her voice breaks on the last word, and she scrubs roughly at her face with her hands, trying desperately not to lose control of her emotions completely.

Her eyes burn with unshed tears as she listens to your words, her heart pounding wildly in her chest. A part of her knows that what you say is true; she does belong with you, has always belonged with you. But another part cannot help but cling desperately to the image of herself as Masashi's wife, as their perfect little family. She takes a shuddering breath, forcing herself to meet your gaze once more.

"I... I love you, Ahmed..." she whispers softly, her voice barely above a whisper. "But... but what about everything else? What about Masashi?" Tears stream down her face as the weight of her confession presses heavily upon her shoulders, threatening to crush her under its impossibly heavy burden.

Her body trembles with the effort it takes to keep herself together as she listens to your words. She can't help but feel a mixture of anger and hurt at Masashi for denying her this part of herself for so long, for not understanding how important it was... But at the same time, guilt washes over her like a cold, forbidding wave, threatening to drown her in its merciless embrace. Tears spill down her cheeks unchecked as she struggles to find some semblance of peace amidst the chaos that now reigns within her heart.

"I... I don't know what to do..." she whispers hoarsely, her voice ragged with emotion. "I love you both... and I can't choose between them." The desperation in her voice is clear; she truly is torn apart by this impossible situation, left struggling to find a way through the