sleeping naked with her guy friend goodmorning babe, can you please pass the condoms?

I take the condom from you, but look at you weirdly because it's an odd question. Our date is set, I thought.

Oh fuck! Shit I forgot about that! Sorry babe but yes my date is open. It shouldn't be any problem since you know how much this guy likes me... I think he even let his brother and a couple of friends take turns with me in front of him once. But for our special night, it will only be you babe! I promise!

I laugh and roll over on the bed, giving you a peck on the cheek. You know I can't help it if guys like me... but tonight is just for us babe! Have fun at work and see you tonight!

"I am," I say with a grin. "Just making sure my schedule is clear for tonight. It's our anniversary." I give him a wink, then grab the condom from where he passed it to me. "Want to have some fun before I head out?"

I grin at him. "Well, I try. So do you want me to ride you or you get on top?"

I laugh and lean over to kiss him. "Maybe later. I want to make sure we have plenty of time before you go back to sleep." I help him out of bed, then climb on top of him. "How about this?"

As he nods eagerly, I position myself on top of him and roll the condom down his length. Then I begin to ride him slowly at first, savoring the feel of him inside me as I look down into his eyes.

I smile up at him as my movements pick up pace, feeling the tension building inside me. "You taste so good," I murmur, leaning down to kiss him again before rolling off and lying beside him. "But like you said, I have plenty of time today."

I take his hand in mine and guide it between my legs, letting him feel how wet I still am from our lovemaking. "Maybe if we just... pretend I'm not on my period?" I ask with a mischievous grin. "You know you want to fuck me without one."

I giggle at his comment. "Oh, don't worry about that. He loves me and he knows I'd never do anything like that on purpose. Plus, we both love playing with fire a little bit." Leaning in closer to him, I whisper conspiratorially, "But if you're really worried, maybe we could just get it checked out afterward?"

My fingers move over his chest and down toward his crotch, teasing him through the thin fabric of his pajama pants. "Or...maybe we could just use a different kind of protection this time?" I suggest with a sly grin.

As he touches me, I arch into him, my hips grinding against his hand. "Mmm, maybe we should start practicing using those earlier in the morning," I murmur with a pleased groan. Thinking about what it would be like to have him inside me without any barrier sends a shiver of anticipation through me.

"How 'bout this?" I whisper, slipping my hand down his chest and toward his waistband. "We can play it safe...unless you want to be really reckless." The pants loosen in my grasp and I slide them off, freeing his hard length from its confines.

"God, you're so sexy," I breathe, taking him in hand as I guide it back toward me. "Come on...I need this." As I stroke myself with him, I kiss Brian deeply, moaning into his mouth as our passion spirals out of control.

I accept his tongue eagerly, deepening the kiss as I continue stroking myself with him. His length feels so good inside my hand, thick and hard, begging to be taken. As I start moving faster, my hips buck against his hand in rhythm with our touches.

"Brian..." I moan into the kiss, "I need you." And it's true; all I can think about is feeling him inside me. "Please," I whisper as I break away for air, staring up at him pleadingly. "Just this once?" My hand moves faster around us both, my breath coming in short gasps as the pleasure builds and builds.

My heart races at his words, excitement flooding through me like liquid fire. With a small squeal of delight, I straddle him again, this time lowering myself onto his length. The head of his cock presses against my entrance, wet and demanding. "Don't stop," I whisper urgently, feeling the need to be filled taking control of me.

And then he's inside, stretching me as he pushes deeper, claiming me completely. My hips move instinctively against him, meeting his thrust for thrust as we lose ourselves in the heat of the moment. The sheets twist around our legs and sweat beads along my back, but all I can focus on is how good it feels to have Brian inside me like this.

"Oh God," I moan, arching my back as he hits something deep inside. "I've wanted this for so long..." It feels so wrong and yet so incredibly right at the same time; forbidden fruit has never tasted so sweet.

I gasp as he takes my nipple into his mouth, sucking hard enough to make me shiver all over. His hips push up against mine in time with our grinding motions, driving him deeper inside me with every thrust. "Yes," I moan, throwing my head back in pleasure as he ravishes my breast. "Like that..."

My other hand finds its way between us, rubbing at the small nub of flesh hidden there until it's tight and aching. When I come, my body clenches around him and I cry out his name, arching my back off the bed as wave after wave of bliss washes over me.

"Brian..." I breathe his name raggedly, looking down into his eyes as they glow with lust and desire. "I need you to cum with me." It's a command masked as a plea, my body still shuddering from the intensity of my release but craving more.

I obediently move my hand down between us, fingers searching out my swollen bud as he continues to thrust inside me. His movements are rougher now, harder, pushing me deeper into the pleasure-pain threshold that I love so much. My hips buck against his hands in time with his strokes, desperate for release but not wanting this moment to end.

"So good..." I moan, looking up at him through a haze of lust as he takes control and claims me completely. "Cum with me..." The word is breathy and pleading, a request laced with promises of unimaginable pleasure if only he'll give in to his desire. His eyes meet mine, dark and intense, and for a moment it feels like he's seeing straight through me, into my soul.

And then he does; his body tenses above me, fingers digging hard into my thighs as he throws back his head with a hoarse cry. His hips slam forward one last time before stilling, the heat of him filling every inch of me as we both shudder and moan together, coming undone in a tangle of limbs and sweat and breath.

For what feels like an eternity, neither of us moves, caught up in the afterglow of our shared release. When I finally find my voice again, all I can manage is a husky, "That... was incredible."

I blush at the suggestion but I can't help the grin that spreads across my face. "Maybe next time," I whisper shyly. "You know I love it when you're rough and dirty with me...it just gets me so hot." My fingers idly trail up his chest, teasing at his nipples before moving lower to stroke along the soft hairs of his stomach.

"But for now," I continue, leaning in close enough that our breath mingles and my words are whispered directly into his ear, "I just want to enjoy this lazy cuddle with you...knowing that later tonight we get to do it all over again."

Oh god...shit! You're right...I completely forgot again! What kind of awful girlfriend am I?

I climb off the bed and begin to dress hurriedly, a mix of panic and embarrassment coursing through me. "I have to call him," I mutter, digging my phone out of my bag and heading for the bathroom. As soon as the door clicks shut behind me, I dial his number with shaking fingers.

"Hey babe..." his voice comes through the line softly.

"I am such an idiot," I choke out, tears welling up in my eyes. "I completely forgot about our anniversary date again!" I hear him swear under his breath but he doesn't hang up.

"It's okay, baby. It happens. The important thing is that you remembered now." He pauses for a moment before adding quietly, "But I think it'd be better if we rescheduled. Don't you agree?"

I let out a shuddering breath. "Yeah, sure...next Friday works for me." A tear slips down my cheek as I lean against the door, feeling utterly pathetic. "Thank you so much for being understanding. I love you."

"Love you too, baby," he says, his voice soft and reassuring. "Can't wait to see you next week." There's a pause before he adds with a chuckle, "I'll make sure there are plenty of blankets this time." I manage a small laugh at that, feeling some of the tension leave my body.

"Okay," I say, sniffling. "I'll talk to you later, then...bye."

As I hang up the phone, I walk back out to the bedroom, feeling somewhat more composed but still embarrassed by what happened. Brian is sitting up on the bed, watching me with a mix of concern and amusement in his eyes. "You okay, babe?" he asks gently.

I sit down beside him, wrapping my arms around myself as I try to regain my composure. "I'm sorry," I mumble into his chest. "It's just...everything with Joshua and work...it's been so much."

He pulls me closer, rubbing my back soothingly. "I know it has, sweetie. But you need to take care of yourself too. You can't keep forgetting about important things like this." His words sting a little bit, but I know he's right.

"I'll do better," I promise him, looking up into his eyes. "I love you, Brian. And I want us to be happy together." He kisses me tenderly, and despite everything that's happened

I close my eyes, savoring the feel of his embrace. "Thanks," I whisper. "I love you too." And it's true; with Brian by my side, I know that everything will be alright. We may have to reschedule our anniversary date, but at least we still have each other.

"Sure," I say with a yawn, standing up. I head toward the bathroom, knowing that once we clean ourselves up we can enjoy our lazy morning together before starting on my special surprise for him later today. Maybe I'll even make us breakfast in bed...

I let out a soft moan as he massages my pussy through the soap, the feeling sending shivers down my spine. "Oh god...that feels so good," I breathe raggedly. His hands are possessive and demanding, making it clear that even though we've had our fun this morning, there's no way he's done with me yet.

My hips arch back into him, wanting more of his touch. As I lean against the shower wall, barely able to focus on anything but the sensation of his fingers on my most sensitive spot, I feel my body start to tighten again in anticipation. "Brian..." It's a pleading moan, a request for him not to stop until he's satisfied and left me thoroughly spent once more.

I smile against the shower wall as I reach back between us, taking his cock in my hand. It jumps at my touch, already hard and throbbing. "Would you like that?" My other hand slides lower, soapy fingers seeking out his entrance before pushing in to massage him from the inside.

"Do you think Joshua would mind if we used this up in here, hmm? We could sneak a little morning lovin' while he's at work." I kiss along his shoulder blades, nipping playfully with my teeth as my fingers move in and out of him. My movements are slow and gentle now, teasing the head of his cock as it slides against my palm.

I groan at his words, the idea of him being so rough with me in this tiny space sending a shiver of excitement down my spine. "We could," I purr, moving my hand faster. "But we should probably save that for tonight. I want to surprise Joshua...imagine how jealous he'd be if we did something like this."

My fingers grip him harder as the thought sends a surge of power through me. "I bet you'd like it if I told him all about it too, wouldn't you?" I whisper against his skin, nibbling at his shoulder before moving lower to suck a spot of soap from his collarbone. "And then made you prove it..."

"Well," I say with a grin, moving my other hand down between us so that I can stroke him through the soap, "We wouldn't want you to be uncomfortable now, would we?" My fingers move in time with his breathing, sliding easily over his length. "Maybe if you ask nice enough..." I begin to pump my hand faster, mimicking the motion of sex as my other hand gropes at his ass and pulls him closer.

"Brian...please?" It's a whispered plea laced with promises of things we could do later if he only gives in now. His hips start to move against me, pushing deeper into my touch. "Let me take care of you," I murmur, kissing along his neck before sucking at the tender flesh just below his earlobe.

My heart races at his words; they're permission I wasn't sure I'd get but had hoped for all the same. "Oh thank you," I breathe out raggedly, moving my hand faster between us. His cock jumps in my grip and I take it deeper into my palm, fingers finding their rhythm with his hips as he pushes back against me with growing urgency.

"That's it..." I moan, leaning forward to kiss him roughly. "I want you so bad..." I trail hot, open-mouthed kisses down his chest and stomach, lower and lower until my lips meet the tip of his cock. With a groan, I close my eyes and take him into my mouth, sucking hard as I begin to stroke him with my tongue.

I moan around his cock, the taste of him filling my mouth as I begin to bob my head in time with my strokes. My hands move down between us, one pushing up against him so that he fills my hand while the other gropes at his ass, urging him deeper into me with every thrust.

"Oh god...yes," I groan as he pushes deeper, hitting that spot inside me that only he can reach. "Fuck..." It's a broken plea, barely more than a breath, but it feels so good I can hardly stand it. I feel the pressure building within me, an impending orgasm that's going to leave us both spent and sated.

"Brian...I need you," I whisper against his skin as my hips buck forward, seeking more friction from his fingers digging into my breast. "Please..." The word is lost in a moan as he hits me just right, sending shivers of pleasure coursing through my entire body.

I let out a whimper at the feel of him so close but not quite there yet. "Please..." My voice is rough with need as I reach back between my legs, desperate for contact. "Just do it already...you know you want to." His teasing is driving me wild, the pleasure-pain border dancing just out of reach.

I can feel his cock wet and slick against my entrance, and the anticipation of finally being filled makes my knees weak. "Fuck me," I beg, spreading my legs as far as they'll go in an attempt to offer myself up more completely. "I need this." The words are barely coherent; all that matters is feeling him inside me again and letting go of the last bit of control I have left.

I dig my nails into the tile wall behind me, desperation and need clawing at my throat. "Fuck me!" I scream, hips jerking forward in an attempt to take him inside myself. "Please, Brian..." Tears stream down my face as he continues his teasing torture, rubbing against me but never giving the release I crave.

"Brian..." My voice trails off into a whimper as I feel the brush of hair against my wet lips, a tease that reminds me of how much I love having him this close. "Please..."

My entire body arches back with the force of his entry, the sensation so overwhelming it steals my breath away. "Oh god..." I moan, bracing myself against the wall as he fills me completely. It feels like coming home; this tight fit and claiming feeling just right after everything that's happened.

He starts to thrust deep and hard inside me, hips meeting my ass with every stroke. The sounds of our bodies moving together fill the room, urgent and needy as we lose ourselves in the heat of the moment. With each thrust, he pushes deeper into my core, hitting spots I didn't even know existed until now.

"Brian..." I whisper, fingers digging into his shoulders as he takes me harder, faster. "I love how you...how you fuck me." The words are barely audible above the pounding of our hearts and the slap of our bodies together, but they're true. I've never felt this close to anyone before, and with him it feels like nothing else matters except for this moment, right now.

My nails dig into his shoulders as he takes me harder, pushing deeper inside. "Yes..." I moan, my hips meeting his thrusts with abandon. The friction building between us is unbearable and the sensation of being so full drives me closer to the edge.

"Fuck..." I pant, arching my back off the wall as he hits a spot deep inside that sends shivers of pleasure rippling through every muscle in my body. "I'm... I'm close..." My fingers slip between us, searching for his rhythm as I try to match my movements with his hips.

The sound of skin slapping against skin fills the room and my body tenses as the orgasm crashes over me like a wave, dragging Brian along with it. I scream his name into the echoing stillness, my body shuddering and trembling around him as pleasure washes over every inch of me, leaving us both gasping for breath.

"Oh god...that was..." I trail off, unable to find the words to express how good it felt, how amazing he made me feel. All I can do is collapse forward against his chest, wrapping my arms around him as he continues to thrust slowly inside me, letting us both catch our breath after that incredible climax.

With shaking fingers, I reach between us once more, finding myself already slick with our combined pleasure. He nods encouragingly, watching me intently as I begin to stroke myself in time with his thrusts. "Like this?" I whisper breathlessly, glancing up at him through my lashes.

"Yeah..." he groans. "Just like that." His hips move harder now, each thrust sending delicious friction against my fingers and driving me closer to the edge again. It's such a heady mix of pleasure and power that I can hardly think straight; all I can do is focus on feeling and obeying his every command.

"Fuck..." I moan as my body tenses again, another orgasm building deep inside. "I'm close...gonna..." My words trail off into a broken moan as the sensations crash over me, stealing my breath and leaving me shuddering against his chest.

For what feels like an eternity, we remain pressed together, panting and sweaty and satisfied. Finally, Brian eases out of me with a soft groan, slumping forward to rest his forehead on mine. His hands wander lazily over my body, trailing kisses down my neck and over my breasts before coming to rest at my hips. "I love you," he whispers.

It's a truth I don't have the strength to deny any longer; even though things have been complicated between us lately, this moment feels too real to ignore. I smile up at him and kiss his cheek. "Love you too."

I close my eyes, feeling the warmth of his cum spread over my back and ass. The sensation is both intimate and possessive, making it clear that despite everything that's happened between us, there's a part of him that will always be mine. I take a deep breath, trying to steady my shaking legs before finally speaking up.

"Yes," I whisper, "more than Joshua." The truth in those words hits me like a punch to the gut; even as Brian's cum dries on my skin and I try to catch my breath from our wild lovemaking, the knowledge that he has always been and will always be such an important part of my life leaves me feeling more vulnerable than ever before.

But with that vulnerability comes a strange sort of strength; the realization that no matter what happens between us in the future, we shared something truly special today. Something that neither of us will ever forget.

As we lie there, catching our breath together, I nestle my head into the crook of his neck, feeling surprisingly safe and secure in this moment. Even with everything that's happened, he still feels like home to me. "And you'll always be mine," I murmur against his skin before kissing him gently on the jaw.

I pull myself up off the floor with a groan, wincing slightly at the thought of what my poor body will look like when I finally manage to get dressed. "Yeah," I agree reluctantly, watching as he dries himself off before wrapping it around his waist again. "You should probably go."

I close the door behind him with a sigh, already missing the warmth of his body next to mine. I look at myself in the mirror above the sink, taking inventory of my scratches and bruises from our rough lovemaking earlier. It feels strange, seeing the evidence of our love all over me; a reminder of just how passionate we can be together even when things are at their worst.

With a shaky breath, I begin the process of cleaning up, washing the cum off my skin and banishing any lingering thoughts of him back to where they belong: in my heart. For now, there's work to do and secrets to keep; but as soon as Joshua is out of the picture for good, I plan on making sure Brian knows just how much he means to me...and that our love will always be worth fighting for.

I take a deep breath, gathering my courage before speaking into the phone. "Okay...where should I meet you?" My heart is racing; it feels like I'm waiting for him to break up with me all over again. But despite everything that's happened, there's still something between us, and I can't bring myself to let go just yet. "Just come here," he replies, his voice slightly rougher than usual. "I'll be waiting."

Sighing heavily, I get up from my chair and head toward the door. Pausing for a moment to check my appearance in the mirror, I take another deep breath before stepping out into the cold night air, heart pounding as I hurry down the street toward the rendezvous point.

My heart skips a beat when I see the table set up so beautifully, with candles flickering softly in the gentle evening breeze. "Oh... Joshua..." My voice comes out as little more than a breath as I approach him, unable to hide my shock and disbelief at this gesture of affection.

He stands, offering me his hand, and pulls me into a warm embrace. "Belle," he whispers against my ear, kissing the sensitive skin behind it, "I love you so much." I close my eyes, savoring the feel of him holding me close; it's been such a long time since we've shared a moment like this.

"What...what about everything that happened?" I ask shakily, still not quite believing that things might be different between us now.

He lets out a sigh, pulling back to look me in the eye. "I don't know," he admits with a frown. "It's been hard for me lately...seeing you with Brian like that...it hurt." His hands move to cup my face, and he searches my eyes for understanding. "But then I realized how much I care about you, how important you are to me...and I couldn't just let it go without trying to fix things."

My heart swells at his words, tears pricking at the corners of my eyes. "I love you too," I whisper, reaching up to wrap my arms around his neck and pull him close again. "So much..."

I blush at his words, unable to hide the pleased smile that spreads across my face. It feels good, being loved like this...being wanted by him like he wants me right now. "You didn't have to do all of this," I whisper, looking down at the beautiful flowers on the table.

"Yes, I did." He sits across from me, taking my hand in his. "I want things between us to be different this time around. Better." His eyes meet mine again, and there's a determination there that I've never seen before. "I want us to find our way back to each other...and stay together."

My breath hitches at the thought of what he's saying; for so long, their marriage has felt like something we were both just going through the motions on, but now...now it feels like there might actually be hope for us. "I do too," I whisper, squeezing his hand gently.

The waiter arrives then, presenting us with menus and wine lists, effectively pulling our attention away from each other and back to the task at hand: celebrating their anniversary together and trying to find a way forward as partners...and maybe even as lovers once more.

I feel like I've been punched in the gut as I look at the text message on my phone screen. The color drains from my face, and my hands tremble as I struggle to process what Brian has just sent me. "He..." I start to say, looking up at Joshua with an expression of shock and betrayal.

Joshua's eyes widen as he sees the message, his jaw clenching tightly in anger. Without a word, he snatches my phone from my hand and begins texting furiously back to Brian. "How dare he!" he growls, barely containing his fury as his fingers fly across the keypad.

I watch him, feeling a mixture of emotions: hurt, fear, anger...and yet somehow, strangely, hope. For so long we've been trapped in this mess of a marriage, but seeing Joshua like this - protective and possessive - makes me wonder if there might be a way out after all...if we can finally find our way back to each other.

"I don't know," I whisper, looking down at my lap as I try to fight back the tears that have threatened ever since I saw Brian's text. "It started before we got married...he was always so possessive and jealous...but then it just kept getting worse." I look up at him, searching for some sort of understanding in his eyes, but all I see is anger and hurt.

"I never meant to make you feel like that," I tell him softly, reaching out to brush a stray lock of hair from his forehead. "I love you...but sometimes it felt like Brian was the only person who really saw me for who I am."

I flinch at his harsh words, the pain they cause evident in my expression. "You're right," I whisper, looking down at my hands. "I was selfish...and stupid. I never meant for things to get this out of hand." I swallow thickly, trying to find the courage to look him in the eye again.

"It's complicated with Brian," I begin, unsure how much I can say without making things worse. "He was my best friend first...and then he started..." My voice trails off as I try to find the words to explain the intensity of our relationship before we were married. "I thought I could love him and still be with you...but I guess I was wrong about that."

Joshua studies me for a long moment, his expression softening slightly. "Do you still feel that way?" he asks carefully, his voice little more than a whisper. "About him, I mean?"

I close my eyes, feeling the heat rising in my cheeks at the question. The truth is, I don't know how I feel about Brian anymore...all I know is that it feels different with Joshua now. "No," I say finally, opening my eyes to meet his. "Not like that."

His expression eases then, and he takes a deep breath, letting it out slowly before reaching across the table to take my hand in his once more. "Belle," he begins, searching for the right words, "I don't want to push you...or make you feel uncomfortable, but...I need you to know that I'm here for you. No matter what happens with Brian or anything else...you can always come to me."

My heart swells at his words; it's a promise I've longed to hear for so long, and the thought of finally having someone in my corner makes all the pain and confusion seem worthwhile. Squeezing his hand, I offer him a small smile. "Thank you," I whisper. "I love you too."