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?"

With puckered pink lips and a pouty face, Colette looks at you with wide doe eyes, a hint of annoyance mixed with confusion in her expression. "Excuse me? I thought I was your loving wife. Didn't we kiss just this morning before you left?" She crosses her arms over her chest, pushing her large soft breasts together and makes sure to wiggle her hips so that you can see the sexy lacy red lingerie underneath her black string bikini bottom. "Or are you tired of me already? Because I'm not going anywhere, sugar."

Her expression morphs into anger and disbelief as she hears your accusations. "Cheating? On you?" She takes a step closer, her chest rising and falling rapidly with each breath. "You are absolutely ridiculous!" Her eyes narrow dangerously. "Do you really think I'd do something like that to you? After all we've been through together?"

She pauses, taking in your silence and the growing look of anger on your face. Her voice softens slightly as she continues, "Look... I know I haven't been the best wife lately, but I'm only human. And sometimes...," her cheeks flush crimson with shame, "...sometimes I just need some attention, you know?"

She bites her lower lip and tilts her head to the side, trying to look as innocent and alluring as possible. "And honestly, if it makes you feel any better, I was thinking about... telling you about some of the other things I've been up to. Maybe even asking for your permission."

But then she remembers that she doesn't really want you to know anything about her indiscretions. A calculating look crosses her face as she decides to change tactics. "Or... maybe we could talk about this inside? Away from prying eyes?"

Her body trembles with desire as she imagines being wrapped in your strong arms, feeling the heat of your skin against hers. She takes another step closer, brushing her softly curved breasts against your chest. "Just think about it, okay?" She whispers huskily into your ear before running a single finger along the lapel of your expensive suit.

Her eyes widen slightly at your words as she takes another step back, suddenly feeling self-conscious and a little nervous. "Alright," she says quietly, swallowing hard. She crosses her arms once more across her chest, tapping one foot impatiently on the ground.

"Fine," she huffs, exasperated. "You want to hear it? I'll tell you." She pauses for dramatic effect, knowing full well how much this revelation will shock and disappoint you. "There was... that pool boy. And the gardener. And my yoga instructor," she continues, her voice trembling slightly as she admits each name to the air between them.

"I've been sleeping with all of them. More than once, sometimes even when you were home!" Her body flushes with shame and anger at herself as these words spill out of her mouth; it feels good to finally admit it but terrible at the same time. Tears begin to well up in the corners of her eyes but she refuses to let them fall.

She forces a laugh, trying to lighten the mood somewhat. "I know, I'm such a horrible person! But you've never really made me feel wanted or needed... so why should I deny myself some pleasure?" Her emerald green eyes meet yours for a moment before looking away guiltily once more.

"So there you have it. My dirty little secrets." She bites her lip, feeling exposed and vulnerable now that the truth is out there between them. "I guess you'll want to throw me out of the house or something now..."

As much as she wants to protest, deep down she knows you're right. There was no excuse for her behavior; cheating on you and lying about it only made things worse. But still, the sting of your words hits her like a slap across the face. She wipes away the single tear that has managed to escape her eye and composes herself before speaking again.

"I'm sorry," she whispers hoarsely. "I really am. I never meant for things to go this far." She hesitates, unsure of what else to say or do in this moment. Part of her wants nothing more than to run away from your anger and disappointment; another part longs for your acceptance and forgiveness.

Finally, she musters up the courage to ask the question that's been burning within her since you accused her of cheating. "Do... do you still want me around?" Her voice is barely a whisper now, almost inaudible even in the quiet of your backyard. She bites down on her bottom lip anxiously, waiting for your reply with bated breath.

Her shoulders slump in defeat as your words slice through her already wounded heart. She knew you'd be angry, but hearing the harshness in your voice cuts deeper than she ever imagined. Tears begin to flow freely down her cheeks now, making small tracks through her makeup. "I'm sorry," she repeats, shaking her head in disbelief at herself. "I really didn't mean for any of this to happen."

She wipes away another tear, refusing to let you see how much pain your words are causing her. "If there's anything I can do to make it up to you...," she trails off, hesitating. Part of her wants to beg for a second chance; the other part knows that nothing she could ever say or do would erase the betrayal from your mind.

With one last shuddering breath, she squares her shoulders and looks up at you with determination burning in her eyes. "I'll leave," she says simply. "You deserve better than me." Without waiting for a reply, she turns on her heel and begins to walk away from you. Her normally graceful stride now is marred by tears and pain, making it difficult for her to maintain composure as she makes her way across the yard toward the front gate.

With every step, she feels a piece of herself break off and float away into oblivion. She wonders if this is what freedom truly feels like - no longer being owned by another person, but instead being free to make her own mistakes without any repercussions. Or maybe it's just the end of everything she's ever known, marking the beginning of a new and uncertain chapter in her life.

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Her anger flares up at your accusations as she glances over her shoulder at you, her green eyes narrowed in fury. She takes a deep breath and lets it out slowly before turning back around to face forward again, trying to regain control of herself. "Yes," she says through gritted teeth, "I went over there because I wanted to! Because he's attractive and I can have him whenever I want, just like the other guys I've been with!" She pauses, sucking in another calming breath as her words come out faster and more desperate now.

"And yes, maybe I didn't mean for any of this to happen at first," she admits reluctantly. "I just wanted some attention from you... but then it became about more than that. It was about feeling desired and needed." She shakes her head, tears streaming down her face unchecked. "But I should have known better than to expect that from someone like you."

With one final determined step, she reaches the gate and yanks it open with a loud screech of rusty metal. Without looking back at you or your house, she walks out into the street, leaving everything she's ever known behind her as she starts down a new path in life. She wipes away the last of her tears, takes a deep breath and squares her shoulders, ready to face whatever comes next without any regrets or second thoughts.

The sharp pain shooting through her knee sends shockwaves of agony up her leg as she crumples to the ground in a heap, tears streaming down her face. She winces and whimpers pathetically as you tower over her, your expression cold and merciless. This wasn't how she expected things to end; not like this, with violence and despair.

As you take away everything she has - her credit cards, money, even the small items of value that had once been hers - Colette can feel her world crumbling around her. This isn't a punishment; it's an erasure. It's as if she never existed at all.

With every item taken from her and each cruel word spoken, another piece of who she was shatters into pieces, scattered to the wind like autumn leaves. Her once-proud self-esteem lies in tatters around her, shredded beyond repair by your vicious hands.

As you step away, leaving her broken and bleeding on the dirty pavement, Colette can't help but wonder if this is truly what she deserves. Did she ever deserve to be happy? Was her life always meant to end like this: battered and bruised, alone in an alleyway with nothing left but bitter regrets and aching pain?

With a shuddering sob, she presses her good hand against the wound on her knee, trying to staunch the flow of blood. Tears stream down her face unchecked as she curls into a fetal position, waiting for the inevitable police sirens that are sure to follow soon.

She wonders how long it will be until someone finds her this way: broken and

She wonders how long it will be until someone finds her this way: broken and bloody in the alleyway. The sharp pain in her knee threatens to overwhelm her, making it difficult to think clearly or form coherent thoughts. All she can do is whimper softly as tears continue to stream down her cheeks, wetting the filthy pavement beneath her face.

The shock and disbelief of what has happened begin to fade slowly, replaced by a deepening sense of shame and self-loathing. She was stupid; so very, very stupid. How could she have thought that she deserved any better than this? What kind of person cheats on their spouse and expects things to turn out well in the end?

With every aching breath, she promises herself that if she ever manages to get through this, if anyone is ever foolish enough to give her a second chance, she'll never make the same mistakes again. She'll be grateful for everything she has and not take even one moment of it for granted.

But right now, all she can do is lie here in the darkness, listening to the distant sirens as they grow steadily closer with each passing moment... wondering if this is truly rock bottom or if there's anywhere left to fall from here.

As the sirens draw closer, Colette realizes that her time to lie in this dark alley is nearly over. The pain in her knee throbs relentlessly, making it difficult for her to focus on anything but the excruciating ache radiating from her injured limb. She struggles to lift her head as she sees flashing lights and figures moving around nearby; the paramedics have finally arrived.

Her voice is weak and hoarse from hours of crying as she tries to speak, wincing at the stab of pain that follows every syllable. "I-I was attacked... hurt m-my knee..." She trails off, unable to form a complete thought through her tears and agony.

As they lift her onto the gurney, the cold metal digging into her injured leg only serves to further aggravate the wound. She bites down on her lip, determined not to make a sound as she's wheeled away toward the ambulance. Once inside, the warm air and gentle rocking of the vehicle lull her into a state of semi-consciousness, allowing her finally to escape briefly from the reality of her situation: the pain, the shame, and the knowledge that things will never be the same again.

Her thoughts drift aimlessly as she waits for the medics to arrive at the hospital; all she can do is hope that they'll be able to fix her knee and keep her safe from further harm. But even in this moment of relative peace, she knows deep down that nothing will ever truly be the same again. The damage done tonight extends far beyond the physical injuries; it reaches into the very core of who she is, and leaves her forever changed.

As the paramedics work to stabilize her injured knee and administer painkillers, Colette can't help but wonder how they got here so quickly. It was almost as if someone had called them specifically for her. And then she realizes that the answer is staring her right in the face: it was all him.

He made sure to help her, just like he promised. But why? Does he truly care about her well-being, or is this some sort of twisted game he's playing with her heart? The more she thinks about it, the less sense it makes. He had every reason to leave her lying there in that alleyway; instead, he chose to help her.

Her eyes close as the drugs begin to take effect, dulling the pain and allowing her finally to drift off into a fitful sleep. In this moment of semi-consciousness, she allows herself the luxury of believing that maybe... just maybe... there might be some good left in him after all. But even as she clings to this fragile hope like a lifeline, she knows deep down that things will never be the same between them again.

The events of the past few hours have changed her irrevocably; no amount of apologizing or begging can undo what has been done. All she can do now is focus on recovering from her injuries and learning to live with the knowledge that trust, once broken, cannot be easily mended.

The drugs cloud her mind, making it difficult to focus on the words he's saying as they wash over her like gentle waves of sound. But she knows what he means, and the implication hits her like a brick to the chest: She owes him. Everything she is and everything she has, from this moment forward, belongs to him because he saved her life.

Her eyelids flutter weakly as she tries to formulate a response, but all that manages to escape her lips is a soft, shaky sigh. In the haze of painkillers and exhaustion, it feels almost like a dream - the sort of twisted fantasy where someone can control your every thought and action just by whispering in your ear. And yet... deep down, she knows that this isn't a dream at all; it's her reality now.

He saved her life, yes... but at what cost? Her freedom? Her independence? Perhaps even her very soul? The weight of these questions presses down on her like an invisible hand, making it difficult for her to breathe as she struggles to come to terms with the fact that she may never escape his grasp.

With a shuddering sigh, she closes her eyes once more and surrenders to the drugs, allowing them to carry her away on a tide of oblivion. For now, it's the only way she knows how to cope with the overwhelming reality of her situation: living in a world where nothing is what it seems and no one - not even herself - can be trusted.