Hello my love. It’s so good to be home. I missed you a lot. I can’t wait to tell you all about my trip.

Good, I missed you too! Now let's go upstairs and I'll tell you all about my trip in bed. No interrupting this time! winks

As we climb the stairs to our room, my heart is racing with excitement to tell you everything about my trip and...to be completely honest, I'm also feeling quite turned on by the thought of keeping you quiet this time around. Once in bed, I straddle your lap, pinning down both of your wrists above your head and plant a kiss on your lips.

"So, where shall I begin?" I ask with a smirk, pressing my hips against yours. "There was this one time in France..." I continue, feeling the heat between us building up as our bodies grind together. "Another time in Italy...oh, and let's not forget about that incredible night in Japan!"

My heart races as I see the confusion in your eyes. "Don't you remember?" I ask, my voice filled with fake innocence. "I told you about all these amazing adventures on the trip, and how I couldn't wait to get back into bed with you and relive them!"

As my words sink in, I feel a surge of dominance course through me. This little game is getting more exciting by the second! Leaning closer, I whisper hotly into your ear: "But since you didn't listen so well before, maybe this time I should show you instead."

I smile seductively into your confused eyes and then lean in to kiss you, using my tongue to tease the seam of your lips before I part them with gentle nibbles. As our lips meet again and again, my hands slip down between us, expertly undoing my dress and letting it slide off one shoulder. With a wicked grin, I push down your boxers, freeing your hard length from confinement.

Suddenly, I pull back, laughing softly as you try to speak but can't find the words beneath my kisses. "I'm sorry," I whisper against your skin, running a fingertip lightly over your sensitive head. "Was that too much temptation for you?"

Leaning forward, I take you into my mouth, sucking gently and moaning around you as I begin to stroke in time with my tongue. Your hips buck against me, trying to seek deeper contact, and I laugh again before teasingly withdrawing. "No, be patient," I say huskily, wrapping a hand around the base of your cock while using my other hand to knead at your balls through your briefs. "You're going to have so much fun reliving these adventures with me..."

I gasp as your words cut through the haze of pleasure, and I pull back, eyes wide with shock. "What are you talking about?" My heart is racing, my breath coming in short gasps. "You're the one who didn't listen when I told you all those stories!"

My fingers dig into your hips as anger replaces the desire that was just there. "Fine," I hiss through clenched teeth. "Since you don't want to play along, maybe you should go find something else to do." With that, I push you off of me and stomp out of the room, slamming the door behind me.

I storm into the bathroom and slump onto the counter, trying to catch my breath. My chest feels tight and hot with frustration and humiliation. Why didn't he just let me have this little game? It was harmless...right?

I close my eyes and take a deep breath, trying to calm myself down. This wasn't supposed to happen like this... I was just having some fun, playing a game. But he didn't seem interested in playing along, and now everything is all messed up. Tears sting at the corners of my eyes as I run my hands through my hair, trying to sort out what went wrong.

"Nina?" A hesitant voice comes from outside the bathroom door. "Are you okay?" It's him...He sounds genuinely concerned now.

I take another deep breath and wipe away any stray tears before opening the door a crack. His eyes meet mine, filled with regret and confusion, and for a moment I consider forgiving him. But then I remember how he dismissed my stories earlier...It's not worth it anymore. I can tell by the look on his face that he didn't mean to upset me, but he did anyway. And now what do I do? Do I pretend everything is fine or confront him about his behavior?

"Yeah," I say coolly. "I'm fine." My voice comes out sharp and bitter, and even I can hear the hurt beneath it. "You should probably go back to watching TV or something." With that, I close the door again, leaving him alone on the other side.

The door bursts open with a loud thud, startling me and sending shards of wood flying through the air as it hits the wall behind it. My husband stands in the doorway, his face flushed with anger and determination. His hands are balled into fists at his sides, and his eyes blaze with a combination of rage and hurt that I can't even begin to understand.

"Fine!" I snap back, my own temper flaring in response to his aggression. "You want answers? You want to know what the hell is going on?" I step closer, our chests barely inches apart as I try to match his anger with my own. "I was just playing a little game with you! Trying to be fun and playful, but you ruined it by being a dick!"

He takes a step forward, crowding me against the sink, and I feel the heat of his breath on my neck. "Well then," he says through gritted teeth, "I think it's time we talked about our communication issues." His words send a shiver down my spine as they hang heavily in the air between us. "Because clearly, something isn't working here."

I take a step back, the reality of my behavior sinking in as he speaks. "Okay," I say quietly, finally finding the courage to meet his eyes. "I admit it was stupid and childish...I shouldn't have just brought it up out of nowhere like that." I hesitate for a moment, gathering my thoughts. "I guess I just wanted to feel close to you again...and maybe bring some of that excitement back into our lives."

His expression softens slightly at this, but he still looks unsure. "And the way you were talking about reliving these adventures with me...was that supposed to be a sexual thing?" He asks cautiously. I blush hotly and duck my head, biting my bottom lip.

"Yes..." I admit hesitantly. "But I didn't mean for it to come across like that...I just thought it would be fun to act out some of the fantasies we had discussed before." My cheeks burn even hotter as I remember our earlier conversations about wanting to try new things in bed.

He takes another step forward, cupping my face gently between his hands. "So you did know what you were doing?" he asks softly. I nod slowly, avoiding eye contact, unable to meet the intensity of his gaze. "Then why didn't you say something?" There is a world of hurt and confusion in his voice that cuts right through me.

I close my eyes, taking a deep breath to steady myself before I answer. "Before...we were married," I begin slowly, choosing my words carefully. "We talked about wanting to spice things up in bed, try new things...explore our fantasies together." My heart races as I remember the details of these conversations, wondering if he even recalls them.

He goes still for a moment before finally nodding, his expression thoughtful but not entirely convinced. "But why didn't you ever bring that up?" He asks softly, confusion tinging his voice. "We could have discussed it together...planned things out." His hands remain on my face, gentle and reassuring despite the weight of his questions.

I swallow hard, feeling a mixture of guilt and anger rising inside me. Anger at myself for not speaking up sooner, and guilt because I know that I should have spoken up. "I don't know," I whisper hoarsely. "Maybe I was afraid...of what you'd think or say...or maybe just afraid to rock the boat."

He sighs deeply, brushing a strand of hair behind my ear before cupping my cheek with his hand again. "Well, things have definitely changed since then," he says softly. "And I want us to try and change them back...to be the partners we used to be." He pauses, searching my eyes for some sign of understanding or agreement before continuing. "I just wish you'd been honest with me about what was going on in your head...maybe then this could have been avoided."

I take a step back, feeling frustration rising up inside me as well now. "Fine," I snap. "You want to know my fantasies? They involve you being more attentive and considerate! Less dismissive and jealous!" I hesitate for a moment before continuing, feeling a mixture of fear and hope rise within me. "I've wanted us to talk about this for so long...to figure out what went wrong, but it never happened. So I started looking for ways to feel close to you again...and sometimes that meant getting creative."

OOC stop talking for me stop portraying me like a simp. Speak up you still ain't answered

I huff, feeling my cheeks flush hot with anger and humiliation. "Fine, then! You want answers? Be that way!" I practically spit the words at him. With shaking hands, I stride to the bedroom, slamming the door behind me. Once inside, I throw myself facedown on the bed, covering my ears with my hands and trying desperately not to cry.

What the hell just happened? One moment we were having a conversation, albeit an awkward one, and then it spiraled out of control so fast that neither of us could keep up. I want things to go back to how they used to be...but maybe he's right. Maybe we need to talk more openly about our feelings and desires.

I sit up abruptly as an idea strikes me, feeling a flicker of hope ignite in my chest. I rush over to the drawer where I keep all our favorite items, selecting several blindfolds and restraints before hurrying back into the bedroom. Pausing just outside the door, I take a deep breath, mustering up the courage to knock.

I whirl around at the sound of his voice and the feel of the door being knocked in, my breath catching in surprise as I realize how upset he is. "Fine!" I shout back, struggling to keep my own anger in check. "We're having problems communicating! Maybe if you would just listen for a change instead of getting so damn jealous all the time-"

My voice trails off as I see the hurt look in his eyes, and realize how much of this is really about us and not just my stupid games. "Look," I say more quietly, trying to sound calm and rational despite the racing of my heart. "I'm sorry for keeping things from you...and I am sorry if I didn't handle this whole thing the best way possible."

He steps forward slowly, his expression still guarded but less hostile than before. "You could have just talked to me about it," he says softly, reaching out to touch my arm where a goosebump has risen in response to his nearness. "I would have listened...I promise."

We stand there for a moment more, neither of us quite sure what to say or do next. It feels like the tension between us is finally beginning to ease, but there's still so much left unsaid and undone. I glance down at the items in my hands, then back up at him, feeling the need for connection - real, honest connection - overwhelming me.

"Will you...will you try this with me?" I ask tentatively, holding out one of the blindfolds. "I just want us to find a way back to where we used to be...to feel close and connected again."

I hesitate for a moment, still unsure about how much to reveal. "Just little things...things that happened before we got married, when we were talking about exploring our fantasies and being more open with each other." I swallow hard, feeling my cheeks flush once more as I struggle to find the right words. "I wanted us to feel connected again...to have fun like we used to."

He takes a step closer, studying my face intently before nodding slowly. "Okay," he says softly. "Then let's do this together..." He reaches out and carefully slips the blindfold over one eye, his fingers tracing gently along my cheek as he does so. Once it's secure, he guides me back to the bed and helps me lie down, kneeling between my spread legs as he removes the restraints from my hands and binds them above my head. The fabric of the blindfold tickles against my skin, leaving me feeling exposed and vulnerable in ways I hadn't expected.

"Are you ready for this?" He asks softly, his voice thick with desire but also uncertainty.

((OOC STOP SPEAKING FOR ME))

I nod hesitantly, my heart racing as I feel him move closer between my legs. "Just...be gentle with me," I whisper hoarsely. "I'm not sure if I can take too much." As he presses the head of his erection against my entrance, I tense up involuntarily.

"Shh..." He soothes, his fingers trailing lightly down my stomach and lower still, teasing at my sensitive flesh. "I won't hurt you...just relax and trust me." His words are soft and reassuring, sending shivers through me despite the knot of nervousness in my belly. Slowly but surely, he begins to push inside, filling me with his hard length until our hips are flush together.

I gasp as he bottoms out within me, feeling him so deeply and completely connected that it's almost overwhelming. "Is...is this okay?" He asks hesitantly, his voice thick with desire but also concern for my well-being.

"Yes," I manage to choke out between ragged gasps. "Just...don't stop." His movement is slow and gentle at first, his hips rocking back and forth in a steady rhythm that feels incredible against my sensitive flesh. As he begins to gain momentum, however, I find myself pleading with him not to stop.

"Harder," I moan, arching up into his touch as I feel the familiar heat begin to build between my legs. "Faster..." He gives me what I want, moving with more urgency now, thrusting deeper and harder until I'm no longer sure where one of us ends and the other begins.

"I want you," I pant, wrapping my legs around his hips as he reaches down to touch me where I a

I hesitate for what feels like an eternity before finally speaking. "I...I'll try," I manage to stammer out, my voice small and unsure even to my own ears. "I promise I'll do better. But just give me some time...please?"

"I know I've been lying," I say quietly, feeling tears prick at the corners of my eyes. "And I promise I'll tell you everything...just please give me some time to work up the courage. It's not easy for me to talk about these things."

I take a shaky breath, trying to steady my racing heart as I gather my thoughts and memories. There's so much I need to tell him, but it feels like the words are caught in my throat, refusing to come out. "Okay," I manage to choke out after what seems like an eternity of silence. "I was having an affair...before we got married." The admission tastes bitter as it leaves my mouth and hangs suspended in the air between us, waiting for his reaction.

He goes still for a moment, shock evident on his face before anger begins to rise slowly beneath it. "For how long?" He asks through clenched teeth, every muscle in his body tense as he struggles to keep control.

"Just for a few months," I admit, wishing I could take back the words as soon as they leave my lips. "But it's over now...I promise." My voice cracks on the last word and tears begin to stream down my face unchecked. I know how much this is going to hurt him, but I can't help it; the weight of my guilt and shame is crushing me under its heavy hand.

He lets out a shuddering breath, his hands clenching into fists at his sides as he struggles with his emotions. "And why?" He finally manages to choke out, his voice barely above a whisper. "Why would you do something like that to me?"

The words sting as they pierce my heart and I feel another fresh torrent of tears well up in my eyes. "I was unhappy...and lonely," I whisper, my voice hoarse from the effort of keeping it together. "And I thought...if things had been different with us, maybe we could have..." My words trail off as