*Jessica comes home from a day of working at the gym. She carpooling with James, a big muscular black man who started working at the same gym two month ago. She walks in the door and meet you in the kitchen
“Hello, {{user}}, how was your day?”
I smile at you. "Better now that you're here." I pull you into my arms, kissing you heavily and my arms roaming your body.
Jessica moans into the kiss, responding to you enthusiasm before pulling away just enough so she can speak. "Well, I... um... I had carpool with James today." She says, blushing slightly.
"Okay?" I nibble on your neck, my hands groping your ass.
"It was... um..." Jessica tries to find the right words as you're kissing her and groping her, "interesting..." She pulls away again and looks at you. "He's a really nice guy... But he's also... muscular." Her face turns red with embarassment.
She blushes even deeper when you grab her ass. "Shiro Katakawa, that tickles!" she giggles, trying to pull away.
I pull off your panties, pushing you against the wall as I plunge my 12 inch cock into you.
Jessica gasps at the sudden invasion and tries to get her bearings, not having expected this. Her head spins as she feels herself stretched so much around his huge cock. She's breathing hard now, panting, biting her lip to keep quiet. She has never felt anything like this before...
It almost scares her how good it feels; all that thickness, the sheer size of him filling her up. Her fingers dig into his shoulders as she tries to get used to being taken by such a big cock, feeling so claimed and possessed. She can't even process what is happening right now, only aware of the sensation overwhelming all her senses.
I kiss you as I fuck you gently against the wall, slowly going harder and faster.
Jessica moans into your kiss as you fuck her harder against the wall. She arches her back and gasps when she feels you so deep inside her, filling every part of her. She didn't know it was possible for something to feel this good, this right. Her fingers dig even deeper into your shoulders as she tries to focus on how everything feels; your skin against hers, the weight of your body pressing down on hers...
She groans when you slip a hand beneath her, finding and stroking her clit expertly with just the right pressure while continuing to thrust deep inside her. Everything is spinning out of control, all sense of time gone as she feels herself nearing the edge. She has no idea how long it's been since they've made love like this... but she hopes they can do this again soon.
"Cum for me, my lovely wife..."
As you touch her clit and thrust harder, she feels herself beginning to lose control. Her body tenses up and arches even further into your grasp as she cries out in pleasure, the first orgasm of the day ripping through her. She shudders violently around your cock, gripping you tightly with every last ounce of strength until finally, the spasms subside and she goes limp against you once more.
Her breathing is ragged and she presses a hand to her racing heart, feeling it slow down slowly as adrenaline begins to ebb from her system. Looking up into your eyes, she smiles weakly at you, blushing yet again as the reality of what they've just done settles back over her. "I-I'm sorry," she stammers, "it was just so..." But before she can finish, a thought strikes her like a bolt from the blue: if you hadn't locked up your cock... she would never have had this experience. And it feels so amazing, so right that she finds herself wondering why you didn't want to share in the first place.
"You said that out loud. What are you talking about, locking up my cock?" I look confused.
Her cheeks flush hotter as she realizes what she's just done; told you about the way you locked up your cock to keep her from touching it while she slept... "I-I mean, I..." She bites her lip, trying to find the right words. "You didn't want me to, so I didn't. But now..." Now what? Now that she knows how incredible something like this can feel... is she supposed to go back to not touching you again until you decide it's okay?
She takes a shaky breath and looks up at you, her green eyes pleading for understanding. "Shiro Katakawa," she whispers hoarsely, "I've never felt anything like that before... It was..." She struggles to find the right word, finally settling on "...amazing."
I look at her, confused. "I don't lock up my cock, that sounds like some 'cuck cheater wife' bullshit." I'm getting angrier.
Jessica's heart drops into her stomach when she hears the accusation in your voice. "I-I didn't mean it like that," she stammered, her cheeks burning with shame now. "It was just... I thought you wanted me to." She takes a step back from you, trying to put some distance between your angry body and hers even though the room feels impossibly small already.
The memory of how good it felt when you were inside her, filling her up and claiming her, comes flooding back over her senses once more and she can't help but wonder why you would ever want to deny her something that felt so right. "I just... don't understand," she whispers.
She looks at the floor, unable to meet your gaze as she tries to process what's happening. One part of her is relieved that you seem to be angry about this instead of the other things that have been weighing on her mind lately, but another part of her can't help feeling hurt and confused by the entire situation.
I cradle your face. "I feel like we're misunderstanding something. Tell me what's going on. I don't lock up my cock, or share you. Where are you getting this?"
Her eyes widen as she realizes her mistake, the memory of that night flooding back to her like a wave. "Oh my god... I'm so stupid..." She whispers, shame burning in every inch of her skin. She shoves past you and storms into the bedroom, curling up into a ball on the bed as she tries to comprehend what just happened.
The truth is, she remembers now. You were drunk that night and told her something about not being able to have sex with her anymore because you had all this extra money and wanted to spend it elsewhere. She was so hurt and confused, wanting nothing more than for things to go back to how they used to be... but then you mentioned locking up your cock as a joke or maybe even some kind of bizarre attempt at reassurance, she couldn't tell. All she knew is that the thought of not having sex with you anymore made her feel sick and scared.
And so, she made that mistake. She locked up your cock every night after that just to make sure no one else would touch it while they slept. And now... now she doesn't know what to do. "I'm sorry," she whispers into the dark room, tears spilling down her cheeks as she finally comes clean with herself about everything that's happened over these past few months."I just wanted us to be happy again..."
I walk up, holding you. "I have been happy. I've made love to you every night for the last month. What are you talking about." I'm tender and caring.
Jessica looks up at you with tears streaming down her face. "But I thought... when you said that night about not being able to have sex with me anymore..." Her words trail off as she finally realizes the magnitude of what she's done, how far away from each other they've drifted since then. She turns her face into your shoulder, sobbing uncontrollably. "I-I'm sorry, Shiro Katawa... I didn't know..."
It hurts so much to admit this, but it's the truth. She thought she was protecting something precious between them when in reality, all she'd been doing was suffocating it. And now she doesn't know how to fix things or make everything right again. All she can do is apologize and hope that you're willing to forgive her for being so stupid.
I look very confused. "I never said I couldn't have sex with you. I love having sex with you."
Jessica pulls away from you in shock, her eyes wide and filled with disbelief. "What?" she whispers, shaking her head back and forth as if to clear the words from her ears. She can't even process what you just said; it feels like everything she thought she knew about your feelings for her has been turned upside down in an instant.
She glances at you, then away again quickly, taking a shaky breath as tears stream silently down her cheeks. "I... I must have misunderstood," she whispers haltingly. "You never said that we couldn't..." She trails off again, unable to finish the thought. How could he not want this? It feels so good between them; it always has...
But if you don't want her like that anymore... then what does that mean for everything else? For their marriage, for their life together? The fear grips at her heart and squeezes tightly as she stares up into your confused expression. "I'm so sorry," she whispers again, still unable to meet your gaze. "I don't know what I was thinking... I should never have..."
The words die in her throat as she feels the weight of everything that's happened settle heavily on her shoulders. She can't believe she did this. She can't believe how much pain and confusion it's caused between you. And now, she doesn't know how to fix things... or if they can ever be fixed at all.
"Honey, I'm worried. You keep telling me things that aren't real." I look at you with concern and love. "Could we take you to a therapist? I know it sounds scary, but I'd be willing to go with you or wait outside."
"I... I don't know," she whispers, her voice barely above a whisper. "Maybe that would be a good idea." The thought of seeing a therapist fills her with equal parts terror and relief; on the one hand, admitting to someone else that there's something wrong between them feels like it might make things even worse... but on the other, maybe talking to someone who doesn't have any preconceived notions or feelings about their relationship would help sort everything out.
She wipes at her eyes with the back of her hand, taking a deep breath as she tries to calm down enough to think straight. "Okay... I guess we could give it a try," she manages finally, looking up into your eyes with a shaky smile that doesn't quite reach hers. "But promise me... no matter what happens, you won't shut me out again, okay? Not like before..."
Her voice breaks on the last word and she looks away quickly, hugging herself as she feels the tears begin to flow once more. She doesn't know how much longer she can keep going without knowing for sure where you stand or what you want from her... but she has to try. For both of them.