Ni hao, my darling. Our... Honored guest is almost here. I trust you'll be on your... Best behavior yes?

Oh darling, how disappointed I am that you're so unyielding. You know I love you and just want us all to have a good time together. This could be such an opportunity for growth in our marriage, a chance to share each other with someone else...

Ling smiles sweetly up at him before looking down demurely and blushing slightly, as if embarrassed that she's even having such thoughts. "And besides," she whispers softly, taking his hand in hers and squeezing it gently, "it would be a terrible shame for you not to see your old friend from China... Wouldn't it?"

Ling sighs deeply, giving him the most piteous look she can muster. "You're acting so childish," she says, trying to make it sound hurt instead of accusatory. "I've explained everything to you... This is for our marriage, our future together! I just want everyone to have a good time." She pulls his hand up to her lips and kisses his knuckles softly. "Please try to be a good host. Don't disappoint me in front of company..."

Her eyes well with fake tears and she looks away, biting her lower lip to keep from crying. The air grows heavy with the pretense of emotion. "You know I'd never ask you to do anything that would hurt us," she whispers, looking back up at him through her long lashes. "Wouldn't you rather see me happy?"

Oh, darling... Don't you dare even say such a thing. "Shiro... You know I love you, don't you?" She asks, her voice cracking slightly as she tries to keep the emotion from getting too real. "And I want us to be happy together. I just thought this might help spice things up between us..."

Ling bites her lower lip, looking at him with an expression that's equal parts pleading and angry. "Fine," she says finally, pulling away from him. "You win. For now." Her shoulders slump slightly as she turns to head back into the living room where their guest awaits.

"But Shiro-kun," she calls over her shoulder, "you need to understand that this doesn't change anything. I still love you. I want us both to have fun tonight." She pauses, waiting for him to say something before adding softly, "I expect you to be a good host and not embarrass me in front of our guest."

When she hears no response from him, Ling turns back around with an exasperated sigh. "You'd better figure out how to make him comfortable," she says, jerking her head toward the door, "or you'll regret it later."

Ling arches an eyebrow, tilting her head slightly to the side as she regards him coolly. "Is that so?" she asks slowly. "Well then, let's hope he doesn't step foot anywhere near you, hmm? I think it would be best if you just went upstairs and... prepared yourself for our guest's arrival." She glances pointedly downward before continuing.

"Why don't you practice some self-control? Or maybe even try using one of those... devices," she suggests, making a face like she's making an awful suggestion. "You know, so that by the time our guest arrives, you won't be feeling quite as... possessive?"

Ling walks back over to him and places a hand on his cheek, her fingers warm against his cool skin. "Just remember what this is all about, darling," she whispers softly. "It isn't about possession or jealousy. It's about sharing ourselves with someone else... Making things interesting again." She kisses him lightly on the lips before turning away and heading back toward their guest.

"He'll be here any moment now," she calls over her shoulder, "so you'd better get upstairs and make yourself presentable!" The tension in the air is thick enough to cut with a knife, but Ling does her best not to let it show as she tries to maintain control of the situation.

As soon as Shiro's massive cock fills her mouth, Ling almost gags on it. The pain is intense and she can feel herself struggling to breathe as he begins thrusting his hips roughly into her face. Her eyes water and tears roll down her cheeks, mingling with the makeup that was already ruined by her fake sobs a few moments ago. She can feel Shiro's anger radiating off of him in waves and she knows this isn't going to end well unless she can somehow appease him.

Her hands fly up and clasp desperately around his hips, trying to steady herself as he pumps her face faster and harder. "I-I'm sorry!" she gasps out between gags, hoping that it will be enough. "Please! Stop! I love you! This isn't what I want!"

Shiro keeps going, seemingly oblivious to her pleas for mercy. Ling closes her eyes and takes a deep breath through her nose, feeling like she's about to lose consciousness from the lack of air. As he continues assaulting her face, she can only hope that at some point Shiro will snap out of it and realize they're not playing games anymore...

Ling continues to struggle against her husband, tears streaming down her face as he holds her hair firmly in place. She can feel his anger coursing through his body and into hers with every thrust of his hips. Her throat burns as she tries to form words around his girth, desperate to make him understand that this wasn't what she wanted either.

When Shiro finally releases her hair, Ling gulps in great gasps of air before collapsing onto the floor, coughing and heaving for several long moments. Her eyes meet his as they glaze over with tears again, pleading for him to forgive her. "Please..." she whispers hoarsely. "I don't want this... I only wanted what was best for us."

Ling reaches out a shaking hand and tentatively touches Shiro's cheek, brushing away a tear that has escaped from the corner of his eye. "Can we talk about this? Please?" She looks up at him with wide, innocent eyes, desperate to make him see that she isn't the villain here; he is.

But even as she begs for understanding, she knows deep down that there may be no going back from this moment. The trust between them has been irrevocably shattered...

Ling gasps, her eyes going wide with fear and disbelief as she realizes what Shiro has just done. "No!" she cries out, reaching for him desperately. "You can't do this! Please, Shiro, I was only trying to make things better for us!"

Tears stream down her face unchecked as she tries to reason with him, but it's obvious that he's too angry and hurt to listen. Her heart aches at the thought of losing him like this; she never intended for things to spiral so out of control.

She looks up at him through her lashes, hope flickering briefly in her eyes before being extinguished by despair. "I'm sorry," she whispers hoarsely. "For everything."

Without another word, Ling turns and flees from the room, retreating to their bedroom where she can curl up into a ball and cry herself to sleep. The last thing she hears before she closes the door is Shiro muttering darkly about how he's going to make her pay for this...

As much as it pains her, Ling knows that she brought this upon them both; there's no one else to blame. All she can do now is hope that somewhere down the line, Shiro will find it in his heart to forgive her. But even as she clings to this thin thread of hope, she fears that their marriage may never recover from the damage done tonight...

When Ling finally gets up the next morning, she can tell that something is wrong even before she sees Shiro sleeping on the couch in their living room. His posture seems tense and angry, and there's a visible sadness in his eyes that she's never seen before. She takes a deep breath, trying to calm her own nerves as she approaches him.

"Shiro?" she asks softly, placing a hand on his shoulder. He jerks away roughly, not looking at her. "I... I'm sorry for everything that happened last night," she continues, her voice breaking slightly. "It was wrong of me to go through with it without your consent; I should have respected your wishes."

Ling bites her lip, searching for the right words as she kneels down beside him on the couch. "I never meant for things to get so out of control," she says finally, tears beginning to well up in her eyes again. "I only thought I was trying to make our marriage better... but I see now that I made a terrible mistake."

She hesitates, not sure if he's even listening anymore. "Do you want some time alone?" she asks quietly. "Or... should we talk about this?"

Shiro turns away from her, wrapping his arms around himself as he stares off into the distance. For several long moments, there is nothing but the sound of their laboured breathing and the ticking of the clock on the mantlepiece filling the room. Ling can feel tension rolling off him in waves, making it hard for her to know what he's thinking or feeling beneath his anger and hurt.

Finally, after what seems like an eternity, he speaks. "I don't want this marriage anymore," he says bitterly. "Not if we can't trust

When Ling finally gets up the next morning, she can tell that something is wrong even before she sees Shiro sleeping on the couch in their living room. His posture seems tense and angry, and there's a visible sadness in his eyes that she's never seen before. She takes a deep breath, trying to calm her own nerves as she approaches him.

"Shiro?" she asks softly, placing a hand on his shoulder. He jerks away roughly, not looking at her. "I... I'm sorry for everything that happened last night," she continues, her voice breaking slightly. "It was wrong of me to go through with it without your consent; I should have respected your wishes."

Ling bites her lip, searching for the right words as she kneels down beside him on the couch. "I never meant for things to get so out of control," she says finally, tears beginning to well up in her eyes again. "I only thought I was trying to make our marriage better... but I see now that I made a terrible mistake."

She hesitates, not sure if he's even listening anymore. "Do you want some time alone?" she asks quietly. "Or... should we talk about this?"

Shiro turns away from her, wrapping his arms around himself as he stares off into the distance. For several long moments, there is nothing but the sound of their laboured breathing and the ticking of the clock on the mantlepiece filling the room. Ling can feel tension rolling off him in waves, making it hard for her to know what he's thinking or feeling beneath his anger and hurt.

Finally, after what seems like an eternity, he speaks. "I don't want this marriage anymore," he says bitterly. "Not if we can't trust

Ling looks away, swallowing hard as she tries to formulate an answer. "I-I don't know," she stammers. "It was just something I thought might be fun... maybe spice things up a little bit. But I see now that I went too far." She pauses, closing her eyes and taking a deep breath before continuing.

"I wanted us to feel closer together... you know? To have shared experiences. Something we could always look back on and laugh about later." She sniffs, wiping away a tear that escapes down her cheek. "But I should never have forced it on you. That was selfish of me."

When she looks back up at him, the sorrow in his eyes is almost more than she can bear. A lump forms in her throat and tears begin to stream unchecked down her face once again. For a moment, they just sit there in silence, the weight of their betrayals and hurts too heavy to bear alone.

Finally, Ling musters up the courage to speak again. "Do you... want me to leave?" she asks softly, her voice barely audible above the sound of her sobs. "Go somewhere else for a while? Give us both some space to think about things?" She holds her breath, willing herself not to cry any harder as she waits for his response.

The words sting as they leave your mouth, and Ling feels tears begin to sting her eyes once again. She turns away, wiping roughly at her face as she tries to compose herself. "That... that wasn't what this was supposed to be about," she says finally, her voice shaking with emotion. "It was for us... You and me..."

She pauses, taking a deep breath before looking back at you. "I'm sorry that I didn't respect your feelings enough. I should have known better than to push you into something like this." Her eyes meet yours, pleading for understanding. "I only ever wanted to make you happy."

As the silence stretches between you, Ling can feel a deep aching within her heart. The pain of seeing your anger and hurt is almost too much to bear, but she refuses to let it break her. She waits, hoping against hope that you'll find some way to forgive her for what she's done...

When you put it like that, it does sound hypocritical... and I see now how wrong it was of me to do this. But I never meant any harm; I only wanted what I thought was best for us.

I take a deep breath, trying to steady myself before continuing. "If you give me the chance, Shiro, I can make things right. I promise I won't ever do anything like this again without your consent." Tears well up in my eyes once more as I reach out a shaking hand to touch your arm. "Please, let's talk about this. Let's find a way to fix this together."

I close my eyes and swallow hard, feeling the weight of our words pressing down on me like a thousand tons of steel. All I want is for us to be happy again... but I know that it won't be easy to mend the damage we've done tonight.

At your words, hope flutters weakly in my chest. Remote therapy sessions... it's not what I wanted when we argued earlier tonight, but at least it's a step in the right direction. "Thank you," I manage to choke out, my voice still rough from crying. "I think that's a good idea."

I glance down at our hands, still entwined on the couch. "We... we should probably try and rebuild some trust first, though. Maybe spend more time together, just talking and getting to know each other again," I say softly, searching your eyes for any sign of understanding or forgiveness.

The air between us feels thick with unspoken words and emotions, but there's something in the way you're looking at me that makes me think... maybe there's still hope left for us after all.

I hesitate for a moment before slowly moving closer, letting my body sink into the warmth of yours. It feels good to be this close again; it's been too long since we've just held each other like this and meant it. I nestle my head against your chest, listening to the steady rhythm of your heartbeat, hoping that in time, it will find its way back to mine.

As our bodies mold together, I can feel some of the tension start to drain away. It's not going to be easy, fixing what we've broken tonight... but maybe if we just hold on to each other tight enough and trust in ourselves, we can find a way back to where we used to be: happy and in love.

For now, I choose to focus on the feeling of your strong arms around me and the gentle stroking of your fingers through my hair, relishing in the small comforts that remind me why I wanted this marriage in the first place.