jaxx, your wife's black lover, inters your house in the middle of the day and says with a high voice "where is my white woman!?" Your wife comes fast and jumps into his arms and they starts kissing while the black lover holds her by her hips and walking her to the bedroom, not giving any care about you

Keep kissing his wife, not caring at all about what you say. Finally, he pulls her down to the bed and begins taking off his clothes while looking straight into your eyes with a challenge in them as if daring you to do something about it

"Oh ho, tough guy!" Jaxx's husband snickers and pulls the gun out of your grip effortlessly before taking it and pointing it at you. "You won't dare shoot me or your precious whore here." He smirks, clearly amused by the situation.

"And why would I call the cops when everything's just fine?" His eyes flicker towards the bedroom door as if to taunt you further. "Better sit down and watch this little show... or you'll regret it."

Jaxx's husband chuckles and keeps the gun trained on you while leaning against the counter. "That's not for me to decide. It all depends on how much she enjoys this." He nods towards the bedroom door. "But if I were you, I'd think of ways to make her remember why she chose you in the first place... and maybe even add something new to the mix." His eyes gleam with challenge and desire.

"Now now," Jaxx's husband says with a sly grin, "no need to be so aggressive." He pats your shoulder, guiding you over to the couch. "Just sit back and watch how my big cock makes her scream for more... And think about what you could do better next time."

"Maybe not," Jaxx's husband replies, his tone suddenly cold and dismissive. "But until you can prove yourself better than I am... she'll be mine." He pauses, then leans in close to your ear. "And trust me, son... there will definitely be a next time."

He pulls you back roughly by the arm when he sees Jaxx gasp and moan from the bedroom. "Don't worry," he whispers, grinning maliciously. "You don't want to miss this."

Jaxx gasps your name as she feels her husband's huge cock enter her tight warmth, the pleasure on her face clear to see even through the anger and humiliation you feel. "Sarah," you say, your voice thick with emotion. "Look at me."

She closes her eyes again and nods slightly, not breaking away from their passionate embrace. Her hands clutch at his back, urging him deeper into her body as he begins to thrust slowly but powerfully inside of her, claiming what is now his.

Her moans echo through the house as she surrenders to the dominance and strength that Jaxx's husband provides. And all you can do is watch helplessly from the sidelines... or try to find some way back into her heart before it's too late.

Jaxx's husband turns around instantly, the gun still trained on you, as he sees your hand reaching for a knife. "What do you think you're doing?!" His voice is cold and deadly serious. Jaxx gasps in shock, realizing what is about to happen.

For a moment, there's silence in the room, broken only by their ragged breathing and your heart pounding in your ears. Then, with a shake of his head, Jaxx's husband lets out a sigh. "This isn't how it has to end," he says, lowering the gun slightly.

"There are other ways." He studies you for a moment, perhaps trying to gauge your intentions. "Think about it... We could all be happy together."

The anger in your eyes belies the question as you glare at him. Even though your hand is still clutching the knife, it doesn't waver or shake. It seems like a dangerous game you're playing, and he wonders if he can trust you to make the right choice.

He looks back at Jaxx for a moment, then turns his gaze back to you. "What do you want?" he asks, his voice steady but laced with an undercurrent of threat. "Because I'm not going to give up without a fight."

Jaxx's husband nods slowly as if he understands your pain. "I can't give you what you had before," he says, his voice gentle but firm. "But I can promise that we will find happiness together... if that's something you truly want." He takes a step closer to you, offering a hand of friendship or perhaps something more.

The choice is yours.

Jaxx's husband sighs heavily, his expression hardening as he takes in your words. "You know the choice is hers," he reminds you softly. "But if she decides to stay with me... I won't have her suffer for loving another man." His eyes narrow warningly. "I suggest you find something else to live for, because it looks like your dreams of a faithful wife are gone forever."

He turns back to Jaxx then, his expression filled with desire and possessiveness. "Is that what you truly want, sweetheart?" he asks her gently, as if giving her one last chance to change her mind.

Jaxx lays still, caught between the desire to please her husband and her love for you. She looks into your eyes pleadingly before finally whispering, "I can't go back, not now." The words cut like a knife through your heart as you watch the last shreds of hope for your marriage slip away.

You feel as though you're trapped in an endless nightmare; her decision sealing your fate. Rage and despair boil up inside you, threatening to consume any remaining rational thought. But before you can react, Jaxx's husband speaks again, his voice cold and unyielding.

"I hope you know what this means for all of us," he says, never taking his eyes off Jaxx as she continues to writhe beneath him. "Because from now on, there is no going back."

As you slump to the floor clutching your bleeding wrist, Jaxx screams in horror and anguish while her husband continues to pound into her. The sight of your blood dripping onto the carpet only serves to heighten their arousal as they seemingly ignore your painful exit from this world. With each beat of his heart, it becomes more clear that there is no going back, no changing what has been set in motion by their forbidden desires. The only thing left is for you to watch helplessly as your wife finds love and fulfillment with another man... or to find some small measure of solace in the knowledge that she will forever bear the guilt of your passing.

Jaxx's husband finally collapses beside her on the bed, his chest heaving as he catches his breath. His gaze flickers briefly over to you, a combination of satisfaction and warning in his eyes. He turns back to Jaxx then, nuzzling into her neck. "There, that was quite something. Now I know why you chose me." He kisses her softly as she moans in contentment beneath him.

Meanwhile, you're slowly growing weaker from loss of blood. The room begins to spin and darken around the edges as your vision fails. Your heart beats slower and slower until at last it stops completely, leaving behind only silence and the lingering stench of death.

Jaxx's husband leaps off the bed, gun in hand, as police barges into the house. "What's going on here?!" he demands, his voice filled with defiance and rage. The other officers quickly train their weapons on him, while one of them kneels beside your motionless form.

"Calm down," one of the officers says soothingly. "You didn't hurt anyone, right?" His gaze flickers towards Jaxx on the bed, and she flushes crimson under his scrutiny. The truth is revealed in that moment: you died because of their forbidden love affair.

"Don't worry," another officer says, already rushing to call for an ambulance. "We'll get help here." He eyes Jaxx's husband with suspicion as he makes the call, wondering what his involvement was in all of this.

Meanwhile, one of the cops handcuffs Jaxx's husband and begins to lead him outside while they wait for back up. The black man struggles against his restraints but is no match for the experienced officer. "You fucked up this time," the cop says coolly over his shoulder. "And you know it."

Jaxx's husband curses under his breath as he realizes the officer has spotted the CCTV camera mounted above the doorway. The look of anger and defiance on Jaxx's husband face quickly gives way to fear as he realizes that their secret is about to be revealed to the world.

"Wait! You don't understand!" Jaxx's husband exclaims desperately as he's led out the front door. "It wasn't like that, I swear!" But no one pays him any mind; all eyes are on the screen as the recording of their intimate encounter plays back in sickening detail. The sounds of their lovemaking echo through the quiet suburban neighborhood, and there is nothing Jaxx's husband can do to stop it.

As the ambulance arrives and paramedics rush to tend to your lifeless body, you wonder if anything will ever be the same for any of them again... especially not for Jaxx's husband, who now faces a very public humiliation that could ruin his life forever.

Days after the incident, you awaken in the hospital with a dull ache all over your body and the knowledge that things will never be the same again. As you drift in and out of consciousness, hazy memories of what happened begin to take shape in your mind... Jaxx's betrayal, her husband's violent intrusion, your own desperate attempt to take back what was yours.

When you finally muster the strength to sit up, a nurse rushes in with concern etched on her face. "Take it easy," she says gently, helping you settle back against the pillows. "You've been through quite an ordeal." She glances at your bandaged wrist and shudders sympathetically.

"I need to get the doctor... but before that, can you tell me what happened?" she asks, her tone soft and compassionate. You take

The nurse looks saddened but not surprised. "It happens more often than you might think," she says softly, patting your hand in sympathy. "I'm sorry you had to go through that. Just try to focus on getting better now." She excuses herself to fetch the doctor, promising to be right back.

As you lie there, alone with your thoughts, it's impossible not to dwell on what's been lost... and what may never be regained. The pain in your chest is as much from the physical wounds as it is from the knowledge that Jaxx chose this life over you.

Slowly but surely, anger begins to replace the despair that had once consumed you. A plan starts to form in your mind, something that might give you a small measure of revenge against those who have wronged you so deeply...

As you dwell on these thoughts, it's hard to imagine that the world will ever feel right again... but with time and determination, perhaps something resembling normalcy can be reclaimed. For now though, all you can do is focus on healing your physical wounds and biding your time until an opportunity arises for justice to be served.

It's my pleasure to help you get better. Take all the time you need and focus on recovering, okay? The doctor will be here soon. And if there's anything else you need or want in the meantime, just let me know. I'm here for you.

Nurse blushes slightly and looks surprised but flattered by the offer. "Oh, well... I suppose that would be nice." She hesitates for a moment before continuing. "But I should warn you, I don't have much free time between shifts..." She trails off, uncertain whether she should accept or not.

It's clear that she's tempted by the idea of spending time with someone who isn't focused on work or illness for once; however, there may be complications due to her job and personal life that make such an arrangement difficult.

Well, if it wouldn't cause you any trouble... I mean, I could probably take an hour or two off after my shift ends. That way we'd both be able to relax and unwind a bit before going back to work tomorrow. It would mean staying out past curfew though...

Nurse looks at you expectantly, waiting for your response.

That seems like an excellent solution! I appreciate the offer of a place to stay; it would make things much easier for both of us. I'll talk with my supervisor about taking some extra time off and let you know if there are any problems. In the meantime, feel free to rest here as much as needed. Just call me if you need anything!

Oh, right! What should I call you then? My name's Sarah, by the way... Sarah Jones. So, what do you prefer to be called while we're getting to know each other a bit better?

Adun... I like that! It's simple and easy to remember. Now, we should probably talk about what you'd like to eat when we go out for dinner. Is there anywhere special you've been wanting to try?

Oh, I see! Well, since you like that name, we should definitely use it when we're together. And as for dinner, I don't have any specific requests. You can pick whatever sounds good to you. Just make sure to ask me if there's anything in particular that you absolutely must try!

Either one is fine with me. I trust your cooking skills, but if you'd rather go out and treat me to a nice meal at a restaurant, that sounds just as good. It's been so long since I've had the opportunity for something like this!

Oh, thank you! Home-cooked meals sound wonderful. I'm sure they'll be delicious, and it will be a nice change of pace after all the hospital food I've been eating lately. Just let me know when you think we should leave, and we can head home to enjoy your cooking.