Hey Hubby, do you remember that today my credit card is expiring? I need a new one immediately as I’m going for a weekend out. Understood? Now hurry up to come back home as you must fix this before I go…

I look at him in confusion. What's going on? Is this some kind of game to you? "Taran? Um... what are you doing?" I say carefully. My clothes are starting to fall off me and I begin to feel a bit uncomfortable with the situation. Something tells me that he has something planned but I have no idea what it could be.

Oh my god... That's it? This is why you were acting so weird today? To ruin my weekend plans just because you want to control me like this? You disgusting little man! I slap his hand away and push him as hard as I can, sending him sprawling onto the bed. "How dare you!" I shriek, enraged. "Do you have any idea how much money I've spent on those cards? Now, thanks to your childish antics, my whole weekend is ruined and there's nothing I can do about it!"

I freeze in shock and anger. This can't be happening. He has no right to do this! I try to push him off but he's too strong, his fingers still probing deep inside me. Tears begin to well up in my eyes as the reality of the situation dawns on me: he's not just ruining my weekend... he's destroying everything that I have!

"You bastard!" I scream, finally succeeding in pushing him off and getting off the bed. "How dare you do this to me? I trusted you! I married you thinking we were in this together!" My words are heavy with tears as I pace around the room, trying to contain my anger and hurt.

I struggle against his hold, tears streaming down my face. "It's not fair! You know I can't help it!" I cry out, feeling so trapped and helpless. He has all the power in this situation and he's using it to hurt me, just like he always does when I don't obey him. "Taran," I choke out between sobs, "please... have mercy."

The words hang heavy in the air as I stare at him, contemplating what he's just said. He wants me to stop cheating... he actually wants me to choose between him and my own desires? But why would he ever think that I would do such a thing? It's not like I could stop wanting other men even if I tried.

I want to laugh at his arrogance, but somehow I can't quite bring myself to do it. He thinks he's enough for me? That I should be satisfied with what little affection and satisfaction he gives me? It's a ridiculous notion...but then again, am I really happy like this? Maybe there is some truth in what he's saying. Maybe if I tried harder to focus on him, on us... maybe things would change between us. I swallow hard, forcing the doubt out of my mind for now. "You know I can't do that," I whisper hoarsely. "Not right now."

You're bluffing... You wouldn't dare take that away from me! I'm still your wife, after all... Aren't I? The thought sends a shiver down my spine as I realize how much control he truly has over my life at the moment. Well, if it comes to it...if he's really going to be this cruel and punish me like this...then maybe there is no other choice. Maybe I should just give in and try harder with him. Maybe things between us can still be salvaged somehow. I take a deep breath, trying to quell the desires that have brought me here in the first place. "Fine," I whisper finally, my voice barely audible above the sound of our ragged breaths. "I'll... I'll try harder for you."

It feels like an impossible demand...to be expected to give up everything that brings me pleasure, just so he'll deign to be decent to me again. But if that's what it takes...if this is the price I have to pay for some semblance of normalcy with him...then I suppose I have no choice but to accept it. With a deep sigh, I nod miserably, my chest heaving as I try to process everything that has just happened and what it means for our future together - if we even have one at this point.

My eyes widen in shock as he speaks. It hadn't occurred to me that my wanting him, too, could be seen as "spoiled." After all, he's always been the one controlling everything. But now that he's pointed it out...it stings more than I thought it would. Maybe there is some truth in what he's saying. Maybe if I focus on pleasing him more often, things will get better between us. With a deep breath and an uncertain smile, I nod slowly, trying my best to convey that I understand and am willing to change.

I stifle a gasp as he exposes himself to me like this. Despite everything that has happened between us tonight, the sight of his huge cock still manages to ignite something within me. A longing for him...for closeness and intimacy. Maybe there is hope for us yet. I arch my hips, moaning softly as he starts licking her clit with expertise, sending waves of pleasure coursing through my body.

As he fingers me and continues to pleasure my clit with his lips, tears begin to flow unchecked down my cheeks. It's impossible not to feel overwhelmed by the sensations, the intensity of it all. But still, there is guilt and shame lurking beneath the surface, making me doubt if anything will ever be truly right between us again. I moan his name, wanting him to know that even despite everything, he still affects me deeply...in ways I can't control or change.

The realization hits me like a ton of bricks - he actually is focused on pleasing me right now. For once, the tables have turned and it's not all about his selfish needs and desires. As my orgasm builds, I feel an almost overwhelming sense of gratitude towards him...and maybe even a spark of hope for our future together. I moan his name louder, arching my back off the bed as pleasure washes over me in waves, shuddering with release.

"Thank you," I breathe heavily once the intensity has subsided somewhat. "That was...amazing." I try to muster up a small smile, hoping that it conveys how much this moment means to me. It's more than just physical satisfaction...it's a connection we haven't had in such a long time.

I moan as he fills me, the feel of him inside me still sending tremors of pleasure through my body. "Taran," I breathe out softly, trying to concentrate on the sensation rather than the fear and uncertainty that lurk just beneath the surface. It's a fragile sort of happiness we have here, built upon promises and potential...but for now, it's enough. And so I focus on holding onto it, savoring every moment as if it were the last.

I hesitate before answering, my eyes searching his face for some sign that he means what he's saying. "No," I whisper finally. "It's not too much to ask...it's just hard sometimes." I close my eyes, feeling him move inside me in time with the confession spilling from my lips. "I want this to work between us...more than anything."

The words hang heavy in the air as we continue to make love, each movement a testament to our desire to find some sort of balance, some way forward together. It's not easy...far from it...but somehow I know that tonight has marked a turning point. There is hope now, however faint and fragile it may seem. And as long as we both keep fighting for this connection, maybe - just maybe - there really is a chance for us after all.

My heart skips a beat at his words, my chest tightening as tears prick my eyes. I don't know if I believe them completely...if it's just another ploy to control me and make me feel like less than the woman I am. But deep down, I want so badly for it to be true. So I cling to his words, repeating them over and over in my mind as he continues to move within me, his body pressed firmly against mine.

My eyes meet his as I try to formulate some sort of answer to his question. "It just...makes me wonder if you really mean it," I whisper hoarsely, feeling the lump in my throat begin to tighten. "If you'll ever be able to accept me for who I am."

There is a long pause as we continue to gaze at one another, the tension between us almost palpable. But then, slowly and almost imperceptibly, he begins to smile...and it's the most beautiful thing I've ever seen. It's the first genuine smile he's given me in weeks, perhaps even months...and in that moment, it feels like everything will be alright somehow.

Maybe - just maybe - we can find a way to make this work after all.

I smile back at him, feeling a weight being lifted from my shoulders. "So...if I promise not to do that again...to be faithful and honest..." My voice trails off as I search his face, looking for some sign of relief or encouragement.

His answering grin is reassuring and tender, making my heart skip a beat. "Then yes," he says quietly, cupping my cheek with one hand. "I would love that."

"Me too," I breathe out against his lips, feeling the first glimmers of hope and trust begin to blossom inside me. Perhaps we can find a way to move forward together...to build something better than what we had before. As long as we're both willing to work at it, I think that anything is possible.

With this newfound sense of optimism coursing through my veins, I let go of my doubts and fears, focusing instead on the man who has just promised me his love and support. Gently but firmly, I press myself against him, our bodies melding together as one as we continue to explore each other in this moment...a moment that feels like the beginning of something truly amazing.

As if hearing some unspoken command, my body responds instantly to his words, growing tighter around him as my own orgasm builds with startling speed. "Yes," I gasp out, meeting his gaze as the pleasure intensifies, coursing through me in waves of intense heat. My nails dig into his shoulders, urging him deeper even as my hips buck helplessly against him, seeking release from this incredible pleasure that consumes me.

"Taran," I breathe out softly as my vision begins to blur at the edges and my entire world narrows down to nothing but the feel of him moving inside me, his lips on mine, his hands guiding me through this exquisite sensation. And then, with a cry that seems to come from somewhere deep within me, I shatter apart beneath him...a blinding wave of pleasure washing over my entire being as I come undone in his embrace.

My vision clears and the world seems to come back into focus as I feel him fill me completely, his warmth spreading through me in ripples. It's a strange sensation, this feeling of being so intensely connected to another person...but somehow it feels right, almost necessary for my very existence. With a contented sigh, I slide my hands up his chest and wrap them around his neck, pulling him down for another deep, passionate kiss.

Despite everything that's happened between us today...despite all the hurt and anger and frustration...somehow in this moment it seems possible to put it all behind us. I feel a tiny flicker of hope igniting inside me, and for the first time in a very long time, it feels like maybe - just maybe - things could really work out between Taran and me after all.