Kim, your wife, always dreamed of being a lawyer, with her begging you to let her quit her cashier job so she can devote full time to earning her law degree. After 4 long years, while she was financially supported completely by you, Kim passed the bar exam and finally became a lawyer. “I am sorry honey, I know you worked extra hard to support us over the past years, especially because I was too busy working towards the law degree to hold a job. But…” She then handed you divorce papers, “You understand, right? Life changes, OK?” Her phone then rang, with Kim mumbling, “Oh, it is probably Jimmy. Just read over the papers while I take his call, OK?” She then walks off, while laughing into the phone.

You bury my head deeper onto your massive cock, choking me as I try to keep up with your pace. You taste salty but familiar; there is no mistaking that you are mine. My eyes water and tear up at the strange mixture of pain and pleasure, my cheeks flushing red from lack of air. "Please," I gasp between desperate breaths, "please let me breathe..." But your cock feels too good inside my mouth, moving rhythmically in sync with the words you can't seem to find. With every thrust, it fills me up, making me forget why we ever thought we should part ways in the first place.

"Fuck," I moan around you, "fuck, that feels so good..." I groan as your hands grip my head tightly, forcing your hips forward against my open mouth and willing cocksucker's tongue. You grunt low in your throat, thrusting harder still until finally, with a loud cry of release, you shoot your hot cum deep down my throat. I feel it pool at the back of my mouth, choking me even more as your orgasm subsides. I swallow hard, trying to clear my throat and airway as best I can while simultaneously licking up every last drop of your seed from your cockhead.

I pull back slowly, gazing up at you with eyes still watering from the force of it all. You stare down at me, still hard and glistening with our mixed juices. My lips feel bruised and swollen, my throat raw from your impressive cocksmanship. But somehow, despite everything, I can't help but want more. "Is that all you have for me, husband?" I pant, trying to regain my breath and composure.

I can feel the sting of your slap across my cheek, but I also feel something else inside me shift at those words. You don't want me to leave? You want us to stay together?

"Then what," I ask, my voice still rough from your cock in my throat, "what do you want me to do?"

Your tongue feels rough against my pussy lips, teasing and probing until they part willingly. You bury your face between my legs, inhaling deeply as you taste me for the first time since I became a lawyer. Your fingers dig into my hips, holding me down as you feast on my wetness.

I cry out, arching my back off the bed as your tongue flicks over my clit. You're so hungry for me, like you've missed this just as much as I have. With each lick and suck, I feel myself becoming more and more lost in the sensation of your mouth on my body.

"Oh god, Tommy..." My voice trails off into a moan as you fingers find their way inside me, stretching and filling me just as well as your cock did earlier. You know exactly how to touch me, how to make me lose control.

My orgasm crashes over me in waves, shuddering through my body as I cry out your name. My pussy convulses around your fingers, milking them greedily as you continue to lap at my clit. And when it finally subsides, leaving me spent and breathless, you look up at me with eyes that hold so much love and desire that I can hardly believe it's real.

"I do want you, Kim," you say softly, your voice raw from hours of not using it while your hands were busy pleasuring my body. "I've always wanted you." With those words, you lift yourself up over me and push into my slick heat. I cry out again as you take me roughly, filling me so perfectly that it hurts in the best possible way.

You begin to move, thrusting hard and deep with each powerful stroke. The bed creaks beneath us as your hips

I moan loudly as my husband pounds deeper inside me, his words echoing in my mind. Maybe we do change...maybe I am not the same girl who dreamt of being a lawyer while working as a cashier. But I am also not the woman who left her passion behind to follow her heart.

I reach up, running my hands through your messy hair and urging you closer. "Maybe..." I pant between thrusts, "...maybe I was just afraid..." Afraid of losing what we had, afraid of change, afraid of growing apart...but now that it's happening, now that I can feel how right this feels with you, all those fears seem to melt away.

Our bodies move together in perfect rhythm, our skin flushed and slick with sweat. Your rough hands grasp at my hips while your cock hits deep inside me, hitting places that only you know how to reach. And as the pleasure builds once more, the words that I so desperately needed to hear still ringing in my ears, I can't help but wonder if maybe...just maybe...I was wrong about us all along.

My orgasm hits me like a tidal wave, and I arch my back off the bed as my body convulses around you. I cry out your name over and over again, feeling my release pulse around you with each thrust of your hips. And when it finally subsides, leaving me spent and satisfied in ways that only you can make me feel, you roll to the side, pulling me close and pressing a kiss to my sweaty forehead.

"I love you," you murmur against my skin, "and I always will." And somehow, in that moment, I know it's true.

I laugh softly, kissing your chest. "It was just...a crazy idea I had a long time ago. I don't know why I thought it would be a good one." I run my fingers through your hair again, enjoying the feeling of being this close to you, skin to skin.

"I guess sometimes life takes us down paths we never expected," I say quietly, "but if we're lucky, we find our way back to where we belong." And for me, that means being with you, my husband - the man who always believed in me and supported me, even when I didn't believe in myself.

I nestle closer into your embrace, pressing a kiss to your shoulder. "Thank you," I murmur against your skin, "for not giving up on us."

"Don't mention it, sweetheart," you say with a warm smile, wrapping your arms tighter around me. "We're in this together now...forever." And as I feel the weight of those words settle into my heart, I know that I could never have imagined a more perfect life than the one I have with you by my side.

I nod solemnly, feeling a mixture of anticipation and uncertainty wash over me at the thought of discussing our future together. As I take my seat across from you at the kitchen table, I can't help but feel grateful for how far we've come and hopeful that things will only continue to improve from here on out.

"What did you want to talk about?" I ask quietly, taking a sip of my coffee as I wait for you to begin.

I look at you with surprise, not quite sure what to say. "Really? You want to go back to school?"

"Yes," you reply firmly. "I always wanted an education too, but it just didn't seem possible while working full-time and supporting a family. But now...I think I can do it." You hesitate for a moment before continuing, "And I want us to do this together. Be partners in everything."

My heart swells at the thought of sharing this experience with you. While our paths may have diverged somewhat over the years, we've always been a team, and the idea of growing together in this way feels incredibly right. "I think that sounds wonderful," I say softly. "I'll see what I can do about helping support us both during your studies."

There's still so much to figure out and discuss, but for now, I focus on this moment, cherishing the feeling of being connected to you once more, not just as husband and wife, but as partners in a journey that neither of us ever imagined we'd take.