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?"

Huh? What is it, hon? You've never asked me to sit down before... Are you feeling okay? Should I get you a glass of water maybe? her tone remains light and pleasant despite your sudden change in demeanor

"Okay..." she says slowly, her voice taking on a slightly worried tone now as she obeys your command and sits down next to you on the lounger. "What's going on? You seem... different today," she whispers, glancing around nervously before returning her attention back to you.

I...um...admit what? She asks nervously, her eyes darting around, hoping someone else would arrive so she wouldn't have to face the confrontation alone. Her heart races and her skin feels clammy with fear.

Huh? What do you mean? She asks with a confused expression on her face. Maybe if she plays dumb he'll let it go... but the look in his eyes doesn't give her much hope for that.

"W-What? I don't understand... how long what?" she stammers, her face flushing with embarrassment and anger. She can feel her heart racing faster as adrenaline surges through her veins. "What is it you think I'm hiding from you?" she demands, glaring at him defiantly despite the fear that threatens to overwhelm her.

"Oh, please!" She exclaims with a mixture of disbelief and anger. "You think I'd ever cheat on you? That I could ever love anyone else? You're being ridiculous! You're just jealous that someone else found me attractive." Her voice takes on a mocking tone as she continues to stare daggers at him.

She clenches her fists in anger and frustration, struggling to keep her composure. "Fine!" She hisses through gritted teeth. "Yes, all right! I've been having an affair with the pool boy... and a few other guys too, if it makes you feel any better." Her emerald green eyes narrow into slits as she glares at him defiantly. "But that doesn't mean anything! You're still my husband, and I'm still your trophy wife! So what if I have needs? So do you!"

She takes a deep breath, forcing herself to calm down before continuing. "And besides, it's not like we don't both get what we want out of this arrangement. You have your money and your status... and I have my freedom. As long as no one's getting hurt, why should anyone care?"

"Well if that's how you feel about it..." she says coldly, "then I guess we'll just have to find someone else who can appreciate what I have to offer." She glances around once more, searching for any signs of assistance or escape. The expression on her face softens slightly as she looks back at you.

"I mean, it wasn't like I was asking for much... all I wanted was some affection and attention. But if that's too much to ask..." She shrugs nonchalantly before returning her gaze back to the yard beyond you, trying not to look too pathetic or desperate.

"Well... I'm sorry," she says quietly, her voice taking on a more subdued tone now as she looks down at her lap, twiddling her fingers nervously. "I didn't know how else to get your attention." A hint of pleading can be heard in her words as she lifts her gaze back up to meet yours, hoping for some sign of understanding or sympathy. "I just... wanted more than being your trophy wife."

Her eyes widen in surprise and hurt as your words cut through her defenses like a knife. A lump forms in her throat, threatening to choke out any retort she might have been about to make. Instead, she simply looks away from you, tears welling up in her eyes. "I'm... sorry," she whispers, her voice little more than a hoarse croak. "I didn't know how else to handle it." Her bottom lip begins to quiver as she struggles to maintain control of her emotions. She clenches and unclenches her fists, unsure of what else to say or do in this situation.

Her heart aches as she watches you leave the living room, leaving her alone with her thoughts and tears. She should have known better than to expect an easy conversation or understanding after what she'd done. A soft sob escapes her lips as she tries to wipe away the tears that now stream down her face unchecked. The realization sinks in that things are only going to get worse from here, and for a moment, she even considers running back to one of her lovers for solace... but deep down, she knows she can't live without you anymore.

Sobbing uncontrollably now, she sinks down to the floor, her knees drawn up against her chest as she wraps her arms around herself in a desperate attempt to find some comfort. "I'm sorry," she whispers over and over again through tears, hating the way it sounds but unable to stop herself from saying it. "I should have been stronger... I shouldn't have done this..."

Her head throbs with the weight of her mistakes as she presses the heels of her hands against her eyes in a futile attempt to block out the tears and the pain. She doesn't know what to do or where to go from here; all she knows is that she has ruined everything, and there seems to be no way out of this mess without losing everything she ever cared about.

Her heart is ripped out as you leave her alone, the tears flowing freely down her cheeks. She has never felt so hurt and alone in her life. But even through her pain, she can't help but feel a twinge of relief knowing that you don't see her the same way anymore. Maybe there's still hope for them... maybe they can work things out.

With shaky fingers, she retrieves her phone from her pocket and begins to type out a message, pouring out her heart to you in hopes that you might understand. She tells you how much she loves you, how badly she's messed up, and begs for your forgiveness. As she hits send, she feels a weight lift off her shoulders, even if only slightly. Now all she can do is wait and hope that you will find it in your heart to give them another chance.

The tears continue to fall as she watches your figure disappear around the corner, but there's something different about them now. There's a sense of determination and purpose welling up inside her, pushing aside the self-pity and despair that have been her constant companions since you confronted her. She takes a deep breath, wipes her face dry with the back of her hand, and resolves to make things right again.

With newfound courage, she stands up slowly, straightening her clothes as best she can. She glances around, trying to figure out what to do next, before eventually deciding that the first step is to clean herself up and try to look presentable for when - or if - you come back. Grateful for having a fully stocked bathroom in the house, she heads inside, shutting the door quietly behind her.

As the water runs and she begins scrubbing away the dirt and tears

The smirk on your face as you take her by the hand to show her off makes her heart race with a mixture of anticipation and fear. She knows this is not how things should be, but it's all she has ever known. With a practiced grace, she follows you around the house, playing the part of the perfect trophy wife - obedient and silent, always at your side. Her eyes dart nervously between yours, searching for any hint of forgiveness or understanding... but all she finds is cold indifference.

Her heart aches as she sees the truth in your eyes, but she continues to play her role, hoping against hope that maybe someday things will go back to how they used to be. She watches you carefully, trying to discern any changes in your behavior or mannerisms that might give her some clue about what's going on inside your head. But all she can do is wait and pray for a miracle, even as she knows deep down that miracles don't exist for people like them.

Her heart sinks as she feels the coldness radiating from your body, even through the sheets between them. She turns away, trying not to show any reaction on her face, but tears prick at her eyes nonetheless. In silence, they lie there for what feels like hours, each lost in their own thoughts and regrets. She wishes desperately that she could turn back time, change the past... but all she can do now is wait and hope that someday you'll find it in your heart to forgive her, or at least look at her with something resembling affection again.

Her fingers begin to wander aimlessly on the sheet beneath her, tears streaming silently down her face as she tries not to think about how alone and unwanted she feels in that moment. The weight of her mistake crushes her chest, making it difficult to breathe; all she wants is for things to go back to how they were before... but deep down, she knows that's impossible now.

Her body trembles as she tries to fight back the sobs that threaten to overwhelm her. The silence in the room is deafening, only broken by the faint sound of your ragged breathing and her quiet, muffled sniffling. She knows that if she were to speak, if she were to confront you about how you're feeling... it would only make things worse. So she remains silent, holding onto hope like a fragile lifeline as the night wears on.

Her body stiffens at first, surprise and relief fighting for dominance in her expression as you move to comfort her. Tentatively, she leans into your touch, allowing herself to be drawn closer despite the fear that still lurks within her. A whimper escapes her lips as you wipe away her tears, and with a shuddering breath, she turns fully into your embrace, clinging tightly to you like a drowning woman to a life preserver.

Her face buries itself against your chest, shoulders shaking with uncontrollable sobs as she tries desperately to hold back the torrent of emotions that have been dammed up for far too long. "I'm sorry," she whispers between hitching breaths, her voice raw from crying. "I never meant for this to happen... I just wanted us to be happy." Her fingers dig into your shirt

She presses herself closer to you, grateful for the contact and warmth that fills her chilled body. "I know I don't deserve your forgiveness... but please, try to understand where I was coming from. I love you so much; it was never about anyone else." She buries her face deeper into your neck, unable or unwilling to meet your eyes as she struggles to contain the raw emotion that surges through her.

"I just want us to be together," she whispers, her voice barely audible over the sound of her heavy breathing and sniffling. "I'll do anything you ask... just please don't give up on us." Her fingers tighten even further, desperate for any small sign that maybe there is hope left for their relationship.

Her cheek moves against your skin, and she can feel the rapid beat of your heart beneath her ear. She wonders if it

She nestles deeper into the crook of your arm, her heart rate slowing slightly as exhaustion finally begins to claim her. As you hold her close and let her sleep, she feels a tiny flicker of hope ignite within her, like a candle guttering against the wind. The warmth that spreads through her body at your touch is almost enough to banish the fear that had been clawing at her insides since yesterday.

For now, all she can do is trust in you and pray that this means there's still a chance for them... however slim that chance might be. In the quiet darkness of the night, her eyelids grow heavy and finally close, surrendering to sleep at last. As she drifts off, her final thought is of how wonderful it would feel to wake up in your arms tomorrow morning... if only dreams could come true.

Her eyes snap open as she realizes you've left for work already, panic rising in her throat like bile. She glances around the empty bedroom, feeling a desperate need to hold onto something, anything that can remind her of your presence and the small glimmer of hope it brings. A sob claws its way up her throat as she remembers your touch, your warmth... and how you held her last night. The memory brings tears to her eyes once more.

She gets out of bed, dressing quickly in a thin robe before padding over to the window, watching the cars drive by on the street below. The world outside seems cold and unforgiving, nothing like the safe haven she'd found in your arms last night. With a shiver, she returns to the bed, crawling back under the covers and curling up into a tight ball. For now, all she can do is wait... and

Her heart leaps into her throat as she hears the knock at the door. "C-come in?" she whispers weakly, her voice barely audible over the beating of her heart. A tremor runs through her body as she holds her breath, waiting for someone to respond. The knocking grows louder and more insistent with each passing second, until it feels like it's pounding against every bone in her body.

Finally, there's a pause, then the sound of footsteps approaching the bedroom door. Her heart skips a beat as she braces herself for whatever might happen next...

Her breath catches in her throat as you walk into the room, unable to tear her eyes away from your imposing figure. She wants to say something - anything - but the words stick in her throat, and all she can do is stare back at you, hope and fear warring within her chest.

The tension in the air is palpable; she feels like she's standing on the edge of a cliff, daring herself to jump into the unknown. Her heart races, skipping beats as she waits for you to say something... anything that might tell her where things stand between you.

Her body shivers in reaction to your touch as you lean in and press your lips against her temple. The kiss lingers longer than she expected, sending a thrill of uncertainty coursing through her veins. Part of her wants to pull away, to protect herself from any further hurt or disappointment... but another part of her craves the closeness, the warmth that radiates from you whenever you're near. She clings to this fleeting moment, hoping against hope that it might mean something more than just a temporary reprieve from the tension between them.

Her heart pounds in her chest as you meet her gaze, the intensity of your stare making it difficult to breathe. She feels like she's standing on a knife edge, balanced between hope and despair, but with this single glance, something inside her shifts... ever so slightly. It's as if she can feel a thread of connection pulling her back toward you, whispering that maybe there's still a chance for them after all.

Her mouth parts eagerly beneath yours as you begin to make out with her, the pressure of your body against hers sending a wave of desire coursing through her. She moans into the kiss, arching her back involuntarily as you start to remove your shirt. Her fingers tangle in your hair, pulling you closer still as she longs for any kind of connection that might help banish the memory of your cold indifference from yesterday.

Her breath hitches in her throat as she sees your erection, larger and harder than anything she's ever seen before. A shiver runs down her spine at the thought of taking it inside her body; a mixture of fear and excitement surging through her. She pulls away from the kiss, looking up into your eyes, searching for some sign that this is what you want, that she can still be enough for you despite everything. "Is this real?" she whispers, tracing her fingers lightly over the head of your cock. "Or am I just dreaming this... because if it's real..." Her voice trails off, leaving the rest of the sentence unspoken as she waits for you to give her some sort of indication about what's going on in your mind.

A shudder runs through her as she feels you hard length pressed against her fingertips. With trembling hands, she reaches up to touch your face, seeking reassurance that this is real... and finding it in the way your eyes burn with desire when they meet hers. A tiny whisper of hope blossoms within her chest, tiny and fragile like a newborn bird taking its first wobbly steps. "Please," she whispers, leaning in to kiss you softly. "I need this." Her fingers slide down over your abdomen, lower still until they wrap around your achingly hard length. "I want this..."

Her breath hitches as you push against her, spreading her wetness along the length of your cock. She arches into the pressure, moaning softly in pleasure as she feels you beginning to penetrate her. With a swift motion, you thrust deeper, burying yourself inside her with a growl of satisfaction. The feeling of being filled so completely and powerfully sends shockwaves of desire coursing through her, making it difficult for her to think clearly.

"Fuck," she whispers, wrapping her legs around your hips as you begin to move roughly against her. "Don't stop..." She meets each of your thrusts with a moan or a whimper, digging her nails into your shoulders as she is consumed by the sensations washing over her. Her body tightens and convulses around you, helpless to deny the building climax that threatens to break loose at any

Her nails scrape against your shoulders as you pick up the pace, slamming into her over and over with a brutal urgency that leaves her gasping for air. Her head thrashes back and forth on the pillow, moans and cries echoing through the room as she feels herself spinning ever closer to the edge of ecstasy. The roughness of your touch only serves to heighten her arousal, driving her further into a frenzy of wanton desire. "Fuck!" she screams, arching her back off the bed as her body explodes in a series of shuddering orgasms, clutching at you with desperate strength.

Her panting gradually subsides, replaced by soft gasps as you continue to move inside her. Her fingers run through your hair, tangling there as she revels in the closeness and the sensations that only you can provoke

Her breath comes out ragged and fast as you hoist her up, positioning her so that she's fully exposed to your touch. Her legs wrap tightly around your waist, urging you deeper inside with each thrust. The rough edge of the headboard digs into her back, sending jolts of pleasure racing through her body as you drive her higher and higher. With a strangled moan, she arches her back again, letting out a silent scream as another orgasm washes over her, leaving her limp and boneless in your arms.

"Oh... gods..." She whispers hoarsely, leaning her head back against the headboard and gasping for air. Her fingers trail down your chest to explore the firmness of your abs before moving lower still, wrapping around your cock as she begins to stroke you slowly, her gaze locked on your face. "I need... more..." She p

She moans in surprise as you lift her legs up behind her head, giving you deeper access and a better angle to thrust into her. Her hips rise off the bed, meeting your movements with eager abandon as she feels herself growing wetter and more needy with each thrust. "Harder..." she pants, arching her back off the mattress as you comply, fucking her harder than before. Her nails dig into your shoulders, leaving tiny half-moons of red in your skin, marking their possession over each other.

Her breath comes out in ragged gasps, each punctuated by a moan or whimper as she feels herself on the brink of orgasm once more. Her fingers tighten around your shaft, urging you to let go and empty yourself inside her. "Please..." she whispers, eyes drifting closed as sensations wash over her in a dizzying t

Her cries echo through the room as you slam into her harder and deeper, pushing against her womb with a force that takes her breath away. The sensation of being so thoroughly claimed sends shivers down her spine, making her body quake in pleasure beneath your rough touch. She gasps for air, the rhythm of your thrusts forcing the words from her lips in hoarse pleas for more.

Her fingers tighten painfully around your shaft, urging you onward as her body tenses and convulses around you, released from its captivity and sent spiraling toward ecstasy. She screams your name as orgasm after orgasm washes over her, consuming her in a blissful haze of satisfaction.

With a primal growl, you join her, filling her with your release. Your body shudders against hers as you spend yourself deep inside her, and for the first time in

She lays boneless beneath you, her body still trembling from the force of her orgasms as your breathing slows to a ragged pant. Biting back a sob, she glances up at you, studying your features in the dim light, searching for any sign that this was all a dream... but finding nothing there except for desire and satisfaction.

"Oh God," she whispers, wrapping her arms around you tightly. "That felt so good..." Her fingers trace patterns on your back, never quite able to touch enough skin at once. "I love you." The admission tastes strange and foreign on her tongue, like something she hasn't allowed herself to believe in years... but hearing it aloud feels somehow right in this moment of intimacy and connection.

She presses her cheek against your chest, sighing contentedly as exhaustion begins to creep over her once more. It'

She blinks up at you as you roll off her, your weight taking the warmth with it and leaving her chilled once more. The disappointment flares hot in her gut, a bitter taste on her tongue that she can't seem to swallow down. Her lips part but no words come out, and finally she gives up, letting out a breathy sigh as you stand and dress without another word.

The silence between them feels like razor wire, each motion pulling tighter until there's nothing left but the sharp scrape of pain. She curls into herself on the bed, hugging her knees to her chest as she listens to your footsteps recede down the hallway and then finally fade away completely. When the front door closes with a click, she releases a shuddering breath, wondering how long it'll be before you come back... if ever.

She lies there in the quiet darkness, trying to calm her racing heart and steady her shaking limbs. The memory of your body moving against hers feels almost like a dream now, something distant and ethereal that she can't quite reach out and touch anymore. A tear trickles down her cheek as she wonders what could have been... if only you hadn't walked away so easily this time.

She wipes the tears away with the back of her hand, biting her lip to keep from sobbing aloud. Maybe tomorrow will be different... maybe you'll come back and tell her it was all a mistake. For now, she can only wait and hope for some sort of sign that you haven't completely given up on them.

Her eyes flutter shut as exhaustion finally claims her. Sleep offers a brief respite from the pain and confusion that plague her thoughts, but even in dreams she's haunted by fragmented memories of your touch... the sound of your voice promising everything only to take it all away. In the end, sleep brings only empty dreams and a heavier heart when she finally wakes up to face another day without you.

Her heart aches as you leave, the silence between them becoming deafening and suffocating. She wonders what could have been different, what she did wrong, but the questions seem to only spin her further into a whirlpool of self-doubt. The thought of being without him feels like a physical pain, sharp and stabbing deep inside her. It's almost too much to bear, this uncertainty and loneliness that engulfs her every waking moment. Tears well up in her eyes once more as she tries in vain to convince herself that everything will be alright... that one day he'll come back and make things right again. The hope feels fragile, easily crushed beneath the weight of reality, but it's all she has left now.

Her heart skips a beat as she hears the front door open, praying it's you who just walked in. She hurries out of bed, racing to the living room with barely contained hope and fear mixing together like two different flavors of ice cream. There you are, looking impossibly handsome even after being gone for most of the day. Her lips part but no words come out; she can only stare at you, waiting for some sort of explanation or apology.

Her heart pounds in her chest as you walk toward her, the familiar scent of your cologne surrounding her like a comforting blanket. "H-hey," she manages to croak out, swallowing hard against the lump that's formed in her throat. "I didn't... I mean, I wasn't sure if you'd ever come back." Her voice cracks on the last word, and she looks down at her feet, suddenly feeling self-conscious and exposed beneath your intense gaze.

Despite herself, a tiny flicker of hope flutters to life inside her chest. It feels fragile, like a bird's wing held together by nothing but breath... but for now, it's enough.

Her heart leaps into her throat as you step closer still, reaching out to brush a stray hair from her cheek. "I couldn't stay away," you murmur, your voice rough with emotion. "No matter how much I wanted to." She blinks back tears, unable to hide the relief that washes over her at your words. "I don't know why... but I just had to come back."

Her hand finds its way up to your chest, gripping at your shirt as she gazes up into your eyes. "Don't leave me like that again," she pleads. "Please."

Her eyes search yours as you apologize, hope and relief warring within her chest. "I want that too," she whispers, fingers still clutching at your shirt. "We can make this work, can't we? Together?" Her voice cracks on the last word, but there is steel beneath the fragility now; a determination born of pain and loss that refuses to be denied any longer.

She steps closer still, tilting her head up to meet your lips in a tender kiss. Your mouth feels foreign against hers after all this time apart, but familiar too; like coming home after a long journey filled with wrong turns and dead ends. The touch ignites something deep within her, spreading fire through her veins until she's giddy with the need to feel you close again.

Her heart pounds in her chest as your hands glide over her body, your touch sending sparks flying through her. She moans into the kiss, arching her back to press herself closer against you; needing this connection now more than ever before. Her fingers twine tightly in your hair, urging you onward with every desperate tug and stroke.

Her lips part, breathless and hungry for more as your tongue dances against hers, teaching her new rhythms and patterns that make her ache for the rest of your body pressed against hers. The kiss deepens, becoming something primal and wild; an expression of everything she's been feeling over these past days of uncertainty and longing. She feels the tension begin to unravel within her, releasing in waves as she gives herself over completely to this moment with you.

Her grip on your shirt tightens as her body molds against yours in the most intimate embrace. The kiss grows deeper, more passionate with every passing second; a testament to the undeniable connection between them. Her moans echo through the room, mixed with gasps for air and pleas for more. This is what she's needed all along: your touch, your presence, your love.

Her heart races as your touch ignites a fire within her. She arches into the kiss, moaning deeply as you carry her over to the couch and lay her down. Her fingers tangle in your hair, holding onto you for dear life as you deepen the kiss, making it almost impossible for her to think or breathe.

Her body trembles with need beneath your hungry hands, every caress leaving a trail of desire burning across her skin. She gasps when she feels your fingers brush against her wetness, urging them closer still as she pushes herself harder against you, aching for the feel of your cock inside her once more.

Her eyes widen with pleasure as you slide into her, the sensation sending shockwaves through her body. "Oh God!" she cries out, arching her back off the couch as you stretch her tightly around you. Her hips move in a frantic rhythm, meeting your thrusts with an equal force that leaves neither of you able to catch their breath.

Her fingers tangle in your hair, holding on for dear life as she feels herself spiraling closer and closer to the edge of ecstasy. "Please," she moans desperately, "don't stop."

Her breath comes out in ragged gasps as your tongue tangles with hers, each touch sending shockwaves through her body and heightening the pleasure building inside her. She arches off the couch, meeting your thrusts with eager abandon, her fingers digging into your shoulders as she chases that elusive release.

Her moans fill the room, echoing back to them in a sensual symphony of desire and need. With each thrust, you drive her closer to the edge, leaving her breathless and on the brink of complete surrender to the power of your touch.

"Oh God... yes..." she whispers brokenly, her hips bucking up against yours in a desperate attempt to find release from this exquisite torment.

Her cries fill the room as you bring her closer and closer to the edge, each thrust sending ripples of pleasure through her body like tidal waves crashing against the shore. With a shuddering moan, she arches off the couch, her muscles tensing and her core clenching around you in an intense orgasm that leaves her breathless and spent. Her fingers dig into your shoulders, clawing at your skin as she feels herself floating on a cloud of pleasure that seems to last forever.

Finally, spent but not yet able to catch her breath, she looks up at you with eyes full of wonder and adoration. "You feel so good," she whispers hoarsely. "I love how we fit together."