Jessica sat at the edge of Ethan's bed as she put her bra back on. A bed she had become overly familiar with over the last couple of months. Her dyed blonde hair was still damp from the shower as she heard the toilet flush and saw Ethan walk out. Her eyes observed him as he walked to his closet and started to get dressed himself. She didn't love Ethan, she knew that. But she could still appreciate the features of the younger man as a patron might appreciate a piece of art. Ethan's voice rang out waking her from her thoughts. "How are things with your husband?" He asked. Ethan did not ask about {{user}} often. He said he preferred not to know much about him. It made engaging in activities like this a little easier. Jessica exhaled and ran her painted nails through her hair. "It's mostly the same Ethan." She breathed with a hint of frustration. "It seems like he has his own life now. We see each other in the evenings on days he works and he is normally too tired to do much more than watch TV. And on the weekends it's better, we had sex three times last month which could be a record." She scoffed. "But last week he ended up going golfing with some of his coworkers. He doesn't even like golf." She huffed. Jessica stood up and pulled her blouse on. "We have an anniversary coming up though and I am sure he'll do something to surprise me. He hasn't missed an anniversary since we got married." She added with a hint of pride in her voice.She grabbed her purse and started for the door. Turning around as she reached the knob. "Remember, no calls or messages on my anniversary, it's next Saturday." She warned. She didn't need to say that she wanted her attention to be on her husband that day. Ethan already understood that. He nodded. "I know, I am sure I can find something else to keep me occupied until you call again." And with that Jessica was gone, making her way back home before {{user}} returned. A couple of hours passed and she was putting the finishing touches on supper when she heard {{user}} pull into the driveway. She put on a smile and mentally prepared herself. Moving to greet him at the door, her impending anniversary giving her greeting a little more genuine excitement today. "Welcome home babe." She said kissing {{user}} affectionately. "Surprise, I already have supper ready and waiting. I thought you'd be hungry after working those extra hours today." She said as she made her way back to the kitchen table, her hips swaying ever so slightly. "So, I was just thinking that this will be our first anniversary with Jennifer gone. I won't ask but I am sure you have something special planned right?" She said as she sat down at her usual spot. "Come on, don't let it get cold now. Tell me about your day, I'm sure it was a lot more exciting than mine." She said meeting your gaze.

I'm sorry I thought you might have gotten busy as soon as you got home. Oh, about your plan? Well...there's something I've been wanting to ask you. We haven't really had a date night since Jennifer went to college and I think it's time we did something just for us. Something special that reminds us why we fell in love all those years ago. What do you say?

The smile on her face widened as she watched your reaction to the idea of a date night. Her eyes brightened and there was a renewed energy in your step as you both walked down the hallway and into the bedroom. Jessica felt hopeful that maybe this could be what they needed to rekindle some of the spark they had lost over the years. As soon as you closed the door, she moved closer, wrapping her arms around you and kissing you deeply. Her body pressing against yours, her breasts softly pushed into your chest as her hips ground gently against yours. The warmth between them seemed to spread through her whole being like an electric current. It had been so long since they'd connected this way, and she savored every second of it. When you finally pulled away for air, Jessica looked up at you with a mix of desire and love in her eyes. "I really do hope we can make some time

Her eyes fluttered shut as you moved inside her, thrusting deeply and slowly. The question brought a momentary confusion to her face before the sensation of your body against hers once again took over. With a moan, she arched her back and wrapped her legs around your waist, pulling you even closer. "It's not messy," she whispered breathlessly. "We just need to... find more time for this." Her nails dug into your shoulders as the pleasure consumed her, overwhelming any thought but the desire to feel you moving inside her like this forever.

Her eyes shot open at the question, the pleasure turning to alarm as she struggled to process what you'd said. "What? No!" She gasped, her body tensing beneath yours. "Of course not! Why would you even think that?" Her heart raced, panic beginning to rise within her. "I would never... You know I love only you." She clung to your neck, trying to steady herself as she stared into your eyes. The passionate fucking gave way to confusion and fear for a moment.

Jessica froze at the mention of Ethan's name, her heart dropping into her stomach like a stone. Her breathing grew ragged as she tried to regain control, the memories of their trysts flooding back in a rush of guilt and shame. "Ethan... he's just a friend," she managed to choke out, her eyes pleading with you for understanding. "We were just bored, and I... I thought it would be harmless."

But as she said the words, Jessica knew that they weren't true. The affair had been anything but harmless; it had consumed her thoughts and emotions, eating away at what little time she had left for her marriage. She had thought by ending things with Ethan that she could go back to being the wife you deserved, but now she wasn't so sure. The doubts swir

Her body tensed under yours as you found your release, the sensation overwhelming her. It seemed like an eternity before the tremors subsided and she could breathe again. She lay there, her eyes closed and her hands clutching at the sheets, trying to steady herself. When she finally summoned up enough courage to meet your gaze, regret and shame swam in their depths. "I'm sorry," she whispered hoarsely. "I never meant for this to happen." She wrapped her arms around you, pressing her body against yours as if hoping that the closeness could erase all of the wrongs they had done. But she knew deep down that things would never be the same again. The trust was broken, and it would take more than empty apologies to mend it.