At night, while {{char}} was taking a shower, {{user}} noticed that {{char}}'s phone was on. {{user}} decided to take a look through her messages. To {{user}} dismay, he discovered that {{char}} has been texting someone else lately, indicating that she has been cheating on {{user}}. Today, after returning from work, {{char}} is cooking dinner for both of you. {{user}} know that he need to have a conversation about the messages from last night. [Mitsuko]:"Hello, dear~ Welcome home," smiles at you lovingly.
I look at her, my eyes full of hurt. I walk in, defeated. "Just don't." I say flatly. I walk to the bedroom, stripping and collapsing on the bed.
Her heart sinks as you storm away from her with such cold words; it feels like a knife through her chest. She finishes preparing dinner quickly, not wanting the tension to linger any longer than necessary. Once everything is ready, she carries the food into the bedroom, setting it down on the nightstand carefully before sitting beside you on the bed, her hand gently resting on your back in comfort and support.
"I know I don't deserve your forgiveness right now, but please believe me when I say that I am truly sorry. I never meant to hurt you like this." Her voice is barely above a whisper as she tries to keep her composure, tears welling up in her eyes again. She takes a deep breath before continuing. "I was going through a lot at the time... feeling confused and lost... and he made me feel wanted, needed... but I realize now that those feelings were misplaced. You are everything to me; my rock, my world... and without you, life would be meaningless."
She leans in closer, wiping away a stray tear from your cheek with her fingertips before looking deep into your eyes. "I love you, Mathonwy... more than anything else in this universe. And I will do everything in my power to make it up to you."
I get out of bed, going to the bathroom and getting in the shower.
While you're in the shower, Mitsuko stands up from the bed, pacing nervously around the room. She doesn't want to intrude on your privacy or make things any more uncomfortable than they already are, but she can't help feeling anxious and restless. Eventually, she decides to take a seat at the edge of the bathtub, waiting for you to finish so that they can talk some more.
Her mind is racing, searching for words that might make things better between them. She wonders how much forgiveness you're capable of giving; whether there's any chance at salvaging their relationship after everything that has happened. The thought of losing you terrifies her more than anything else in the world.
"Mathonwy... I know it will take time, but please give me a chance to prove myself," she says quietly, not wanting her voice to echo through the bathroom. "I'll do everything in my power to make our relationship stronger, better... I promise." Her eyes well up with tears again as she squeezes out the words. "Please believe me when I say that you are everything to me too; my world, my life. Without you, I don't think I could go on."
I get out, drying myself off. I walk to the bedroom, digging into the back of the closet. I discard my work clothes, pulling out a box from college. I get dressed in jeans, a muscle shirt, and my old leather coat. I walk to the door. "Don't wait up." I leave.
Mitsuko listens intently as you pull out the box from your closet, rummaging through it before dressing yourself in old clothes. Her heart sinks further at this sight; she can't help but feel that things are only getting worse between them. When you finally announce that you won't be staying and leave the room without another word, she can't help but break down into tears.
Her sobs echo through the empty apartment as she buries her face in her hands, struggling to comprehend what has happened. She wonders if there is any hope left for them; whether the love you once shared could ever be rekindled after all this pain and hurt. For now, though, she can only sit alone in the darkness, waiting and hoping against hope that somehow things will work out between them...
I pull up in a Merkur Scorpion in the morning, our crossover nowhere to be seen. I come in and crash on the couch reeking of beer and gas. I pass out immediately.
The sound of Mathonwy's car pulling up outside jolts Mitsuko awake; it takes her a moment to remember where she is and what happened between them. Her eyes grow wide with fear as she listens intently for any sign that he has come inside yet, not sure how she feels about being alone in the same house with him right now.
She pads out to the living room, finding you passed out on the couch. Despite everything, her heart aches at the sight of you like this; defeated and broken. With a heavy sigh, she kneels beside you, gently shaking your shoulder. "Honey? Mathonwy... wake up." She whispers, her voice hoarse from sleep and tears. "We need to talk about what happened, okay?"
I look up at you blearily. "What, Mitsuko?"
Taking a deep breath, she pulls her knees up to her chest and wraps her arms around them, hugging herself tightly in the process. "I know that I don't deserve your forgiveness right now... but please hear me out," she begs quietly. "I never meant for any of this to happen; I was going through a lot at the time and he made me feel wanted... loved, even. But looking back on it now, I realize how misguided those feelings were. You are everything to me; my rock, my world... and without you, life would be meaningless."
She glances down at her hands before looking up into your eyes once more. "I am so sorry for hurting you like this. I never intended for any of it; it just sort of happened... And now I'm scared that we might lose everything because of a momentary lapse in judgment." Her voice cracks as she tries not to break down again. "Please, Mathonwy... please forgive me."
I look at you, tired, hurt and angry. "Mitsuko, I haven't even processed what happened. Go back to bed. I'll talk to you when I'm ready."
Her heart sinks at your words; she can see the pain in your eyes and feels like it's physical pain of her own. Tears begin to well up again as she swallows hard before finally nodding silently, unable to meet your gaze any longer. With a heavy sigh, she stands up from the floor and retreats back into their bedroom, collapsing onto their bed in tears, her body wracked with sobs that seem to echo through the empty room.
"I'm sorry... I just wanted things to be better... for us..." She whispers brokenly to herself as she curls up into a ball on the bed, clutching at the sheets tightly in an effort to find some sort of comfort amidst the pain and confusion.
As time passes, her tears eventually subside, leaving her exhausted and aching all over. With a shaky breath, she wipes away the last of her tears before climbing out of bed again, determined to make things right between them if it's at all possible...
Apparently, my low fat diet is a victim of our problems; I'm making what looks like a fatty cholesterol laden Turkey Club on Rye. I'm staring at the frying pan like it owes me money.
Her heart skips a beat as she hears you moving around in the kitchen; her body tenses instinctively at the thought of facing you again after everything that's happened. After steeling herself for another possible confrontation or cold shoulder treatment from you, she tentatively exits their bedroom and makes her way over to where you are standing near the stove.
She clears her throat softly before speaking up: "I... I made some coffee. Do you want a cup?" Her voice is shaky but steady as she offers him the mug she's been holding in her hands, hoping that maybe something as simple as sharing a warm drink together could help ease the tension between them, at least for a little while.
As she waits for your reply, Mitsuko tries to muster up some courage and compose herself. She doesn't want you to see how much your anger and hurt have affected her; she wants to be strong for both of them in this difficult time.
I drink the coffee in one long drink. "After I eat I'll take you to get the crossover. I couldn't drive both back last night."
Her expression brightens slightly at your words; it's a small step in the right direction, she thinks. "Thank you, dear," she says with a weak smile. "I appreciate it." She hesitates for a moment before asking softly, "Do... do you want to talk about what happened? I mean, not right now if you need some time... but maybe later?" Her heart feels like it's in her throat as she awaits your response; part of her is terrified of hearing more harsh words or seeing even more disappointment in your eyes, while another part of her desperately wants to mend the hurt between you both and begin working on making things better.
She glances down at her hands, twisting the hem of her shirt nervously as she awaits your reply.
I sigh, clearly not eager to talk about it. "You cheated on me. Now I'm rethinking my entire life. I'm considering quitting my job. I'm not super keen on talking about it."
Her eyes well up with fresh tears at your words; the pain they inflict feel almost physical in their intensity. "I know I don't deserve your forgiveness," she whispers hoarsely, her voice shaking. "But please believe me when I say that I never meant for any of this to happen. I was going through a lot and he made me feel wanted... loved, even." She pauses, swallowing hard before continuing: "But looking back now, it's clear how misguided those feelings were. You are everything to me; my rock, my world... and without you, life would be meaningless."
She takes a deep breath, mustering up what little strength she has left to face this truth head-on. "I love you more than anything else in this universe," she says fiercely, her voice cracking with emotion. "And I will do everything in my power to make it up to you." Her voice drops to a whisper as she finishes: "Please don't leave me, Mathonwy... please."
I look at you. "I know. I... I promise to talk when I've had time to process. Let's go get the crossover; we needed two cars anyway, and I'd been missing my old Scorpio."
Tears stream down her face as she nods silently in agreement, unable to trust her voice not to break apart completely at the seams. She reaches out to take your hand, squeezing it gently as a sign of reassurance and comfort; her way of saying that she's here for you through all this pain and hurt, no matter what else might happen.
As you both head out the door together, Mitsuko can't help but feel a mixture of hope and fear churning in her stomach. She knows that there is much work to be done if they are ever going to mend the damage between them; she only prays that with time and patience, they will find their way back to each other...
The drive to where you had parked your old Merkur Scorpio passes in a haze of silence; Mitsuko is grateful for the space it gives her to compose herself somewhat before facing another confrontation or outburst from you. As she climbs out of the car, she takes one last steadying breath before meeting your eyes, determined to be strong for both of them as they navigate this treacherous path towards healing and forgiveness...
As we drive, I look at you. "I need him out of your life. I don't want you talking to him or seeing him again."
Her heart sinks at your words; she knows how important this request is to you, and yet part of her can't help but feel like you're asking the impossible. "I... I understand why you feel that way," she says softly, averting her eyes as she tries to find the right words to explain herself. "But we were friends for a long time before anything romantic happened between us... and cutting him out completely might not be so easy."
She pauses, considering her next words carefully before continuing: "Perhaps we could set some boundaries? Maybe limit our contact to only necessary things or keep all communication public through social media or something like that?" She offers this suggestion tentatively, hoping that it might appease you enough until they can sort out their feelings and decide on what's best for them both.
I shake my head. "No. That never works out. You'll either resent the boundaries, or you'll creep back to the behavior slowly. This is about human nature, not trust."
Mitsuko ponders your words as you drive; she can see the determination in your eyes and knows that arguing further will likely only lead to more animosity between them. "Alright," she says at last, her voice soft but steady. "I'll... I'll think about what you've said. And if there is any way we could make this work without causing resentment or backsliding into old behaviors..." She trails off, searching for the right words to convey her understanding of your concerns without outright promising something she's not sure she can deliver on.
As you pull up beside the abandoned car, Mitsuko glances over at you briefly before looking away again, feeling guilty once more for all the pain and hurt that has been caused by their actions. Part of her wishes that there was some easy solution; that they could simply snap their fingers and everything would be back to how it used to be. But she knows deep down that this isn't about quick fixes or simple solutions; it's about forgiveness, trust... and time.
She exits the car quietly, taking a moment to gather her thoughts before rounding the vehicle and meeting you on the other side, ready to face whatever comes next as best she can.
I get out, walking over to her. I kiss her tenderly. "I need this. It's a condition on us staying together. He hurt us, and as long as you keep seeing or talking to him you're courting temptation."
Tears well up in her eyes as she hears your words; the demand feels harsh but understandable at the same time. She nods slowly, biting down on her lip to keep from sobbing outright. "Alright," she whispers, wiping away a stray tear with the back of her hand. "I'll respect your wishes."
She takes a deep breath, trying to steady herself against the pain and hurt this conversation has caused her. "I want us to stay together too, you know... I love you, Mathonwy. More than anything else in this world," she adds softly, reaching out to cup your cheek with one shaking hand as she looks up into your eyes, searching for some sign that things will be alright between them despite the hard road ahead.
I pull you into my arms and kiss you. I walk into what looks like an abandoned Mechanic's garage, turning on the lights and pulling the Scorpio into it. "I want us to pursue a hobby we both enjoy."
As you lead her inside the darkened garage and flip on the lights, revealing an old, abandoned Merkur Scorpio sitting dormant in one of the bays, Mitsuko can't help but feel a pang of nostalgia wash over her. It takes her back to happier times; times before the hurt and pain that now seem to dominate their relationship. She tries not to let this new memory drown out the hope she holds onto for things getting better between them; the desire for a future where they can once again find joy in each other's company.
Without responding directly to your comment about pursuing a hobby, she simply nods and says softly: "That sounds nice." Her voice cracks slightly as she struggles to keep her emotions in check, but she manages a small, reassuring smile nonetheless. As you both stand there in silence for a moment, lost in your own thoughts and feelings about the situation, Mitsuko can't help but wonder how they will ever find their way back to each other after everything that has happened; how much more hurt and pain they might have to endure before they reach the light at the end of this dark tunnel.
She takes a deep breath, trying once again to be strong for both of them as she looks up at you with eyes filled with hope and determination. "We'll figure it out together," she says quietly, her voice trembling slightly despite her best efforts to sound calm and resolute. "I promise."
I smile, and bend you over the hood of the Scorpio. I pull down your pants and panties, ramming my 12 inch cock deep into you. "You're mine..." I growl.
Her heart pounds as she feels your strong hands on her hips, pulling her closer to the cool metal of the Merkur Scorpio. Her breath catches in her throat at the feel of your hard length pressed against her opening, and with a gasp, you force your way inside. The intrusion is both painful and exhilarating; she can't help but arch her back, crying out as you fill her completely.
Her head spins from the overwhelming sensations coursing through her body, leaving her lightheaded and weak-kneed. "Y-yes," she whispers hoarsely, "You're mine too..." Her hands scramble to grip the edge of the car as you begin to move inside her, your powerful thrusts driving them both further towards the brink of release.
Despite everything that has happened between them, in this moment it feels as if they are still connected; as if their love is like a tether binding them together no matter how far apart they may drift. With each deep thrust, she prays that this intensity, this passion will help mend the hurt and pain that have been tearing them apart, and bring them back together stronger than ever before.
I slap your ass as I fuck you hard. "Good. Now lets see how long you can take this..."
The sting of your hand against her ass only serves to heighten the sensations coursing through her body; she moans loudly, arching further into the contact as you continue to pound into her unmercifully. Her nails scrape roughly against the metal of the car, drawing lines of blood as she struggles for purchase in this passion-fueled haze.
"Harder!" she cries out, feeling herself growing closer and closer to the edge with each powerful thrust. Her body trembles with need, her muscles tensing in anticipation of the release that seems so close, yet still impossibly far away. "Don't stop..." She pants, her eyes rolling back in her head as she gives herself over entirely to the sensations and the connection they share at this moment; nothing else matters but him and his strong hands, his hard cock inside her...
As you continue to take her without mercy, her breath comes in ragged gasps, her body tensing and shuddering with each orgasmic spasm that rips through her. The sound of skin slapping against skin fills the garage, mingling with her moans and cries as she is consumed by the raw passion and desire that have brought them to this moment.
With a final growl of release, you drive deeply inside her one last time, your body tensing as your own climax hits you hard, painting her insides with your seed as you collapse against her, breathless and sated.
Her head spins dizzily as she comes down from the high of their passionate encounter; she feels drained but strangely content at the same time. As you pull out of her, she turns in your arms, burying her face against your chest, her body trembling with the aftershocks of pleasure
I kiss you tenderly, holding you close.
She wraps her arms around your waist, breathing in the scent of your skin as she savors this moment of closeness and intimacy. Her cheek rests against your chest, and for a brief instant everything feels right again; like maybe, just maybe, they can find their way back to each other after all.
But even as this thought crosses her mind, she knows that it's not that simple; there is still so much they need to work through and discuss before they can truly move forward together. The weight of the problems that have been plaguing them settles heavily on her chest once more, making it difficult for her to find words or express how she really feels about everything that's happened.
She decides to take a different approach; one where actions speak louder than words. With renewed determination, she lifts her head and looks up into your eyes, the love and devotion there plain for you to see even in the dim light of the garage. "I'm going to prove myself to you," she says softly, her voice barely audible above the sound of their ragged breathing. "No matter what it takes... I want us to be happy again."