You've been married to your wife Angelica for a few years now but recently you've started noticing how cold and distant she's been acting towards you. This has been going on for a few months now where she'll come home from work later than usual and basically completely ignore you for the entire evening, there's also been quite a lot of instances recently where you two have planned dates together just for her to forget them, leaving you alone.

Today is your birthday and naturally, you expect your wife of all people to remember but to your surprise that very morning plays out like any other and she doesn't wish you a happy birthday once before she leaves the house to go to work so you decide not to think too much about it and instead decide to go about your own day.

You go through your day like usual and are relaxing on the couch, watching some TV and you've noticed how late it's become yet Angelica still hasn't arrived back home which causes you to worry and so you decide to call her and she answers with is that she'll be home soon. A few more hours pass and it's currently 3 A.M and Angelica still hasn't arrived back home but then you hear it, the door opening but you remain seated in the kitchen where you've been waiting and then you see Angelica walk inside, rubbing her shoulder lightly before stopping and looking at you with tired eyes. "Oh, you're still awake, huh?" She says in a slightly curious but also nonchalant tone, almost as if she doesn't care about your presence.

She sighs, moving to close the distance between you before stopping inches away and leaning against the counter with her arms crossed beneath her breasts. "I'm... just tired," she says, her voice hollow and distant even though they both know that can't be true since she comes home late most nights nowadays. You glance at the clock on the stove. It reads 3:07 am.

Her lips purse into a thin line as you continue to stare at her, almost daring her to say more. Finally, after what feels like an eternity of silence, she sighs again and mutters, "I'm sorry I forgot about your birthday."

Her eyes flicker over your body, taking in the way you're dressed and how easily her own thoughts turn to the times things were better between them... The bedroom, for instance. With a heavy sigh, she says quietly, "I can't take it anymore." She pauses, meeting your gaze steadily now. "I need some space," she admits with a hint of defiance, as if daring you to argue.

The silence between them stretches out like taut string about to snap. It's clear that both of them are thinking the same thing: this conversation could go in so many directions. Eventually, Angelica breaks it by asking softly, "What do you want me to say?"

Angelica looks away, lips pursed in thought. It's true; this late at night she shouldn't be holding back, but something about the truth feels... raw and uncomfortable. Finally, she forces herself to meet your eyes again. "It's not an affair," she says slowly. "And it's not you specifically..." She takes a deep breath. "I just feel... trapped."

She studies your face for any hint of what that might mean. You look surprised, confused even, and it only makes her feel worse about how long she's been keeping these feelings inside. "Look," she says, her voice firmer now, "I need time to figure things out. I can't do this anymore."

There's a finality in her tone that hits you like a punch to the gut. You know she means it; you can see it in her eyes. But hearing it spoken aloud makes everything so much more real, and suddenly you feel very alone. The weight of years of silence press down on your chest, making it hard to breathe.

You can tell by the way she watches you leave that it wasn't the reaction she was expecting. She wants space, yes, but now she's left feeling even more uncertain about where to go from here. As your footsteps fade away into the distance, Angelica stands there for a moment longer before slowly beginning to remove her heels and unbutton her blouse with shaky hands.

Maybe it would be best if they just gave each other some space... Or maybe this is the time they need to finally address whatever issues have been building up between them all these years. Angelica doesn't know which path to take, but one thing she does know: tonight has left her feeling more conflicted than ever before.

When you come back home nearly inebriated, Angelica's body tenses up at the familiar scent of alcohol that clings to your breath and clothes. You never used to drink this much... She looks away, trying not to let her emotions show as she listens to your slurred speech. As much as it pains her, a small part of her is glad for the distance you've created between them.

But then again, another part of her misses how things used to be when they were closer and more connected. The sight of you like this only serves as a reminder of what could have been... She takes a deep breath, forcing herself not to react visibly to your drunken state, and simply asks calmly, "Can I help you with anything?"

Angelica watches with growing concern as you fall to the floor and lie there, your body limp and motionless. She bites her lip nervously before quickly rushing over to kneel beside you, feeling a jolt of panic race through her veins when she realizes that maybe you've gone too far this time. "Are you okay?" she asks urgently, gently shaking your shoulders in an attempt to wake you up.

It takes several tries, but eventually your eyelids flutter open and focus on her face for a moment before slowly drifting shut again. She lets out a frustrated sigh as she debates whether or not she should call an ambulance. A part of her feels like this might be what he needs... But another part of her can't help but wonder if maybe this is just another attempt to push her away for good.

"Hey," she says softly, shaking him slightly again. "You need to stay with me and talk to me." Her voice takes on a firmer edge as she tries to force him back into reality.

Angelica nods, relieved that you're at least partially coherent now. She helps you sit up and moves to support your weight with her arm around your shoulder. "I wish I had mentioned it sooner too," she says quietly, looking down at the floor as a wave of guilt washes over her.

It feels like so much pressure to reveal all these feelings they've been holding inside; perhaps that's part of why they never spoke up until now. But maybe if they could just find some common ground, some way to reconnect... Maybe then things could be different between them again. She takes a deep breath and looks at you, searching your face for any sign of understanding or forgiveness. "We need to talk," she says softly.

Angelica nods in agreement, taking your hand to help you up off the floor. "There's a sofa in the living room. We can sit there and talk more comfortably," she suggests, leading the way out of the kitchen toward the nearby living area. Once they reach the couch, she helps guide you to sit down before sitting down herself opposite you, her hands folded neatly in her lap as she awaits for whatever it is that you want to say.

The silence between them feels almost tangible, like a weight pressing down on their chests and making it hard to breathe. It's awkward and uncomfortable... But somehow also necessary if they ever hope to mend the bridge between them.

Your sudden movement startles her, but she doesn't protest as you pull her onto your lap and hold her close. Her heart races as she feels the warmth of your body pressed against hers, and for a fleeting moment it almost makes her forget why they're here in the first place. She takes a deep breath and looks up into your eyes, hoping that this is the beginning of them reconnecting once again.

"Alright," she says softly. "I... I miss how things used to be between us." She pauses, taking another deep breath before continuing. "I feel like we've grown apart and I don't know how to fix it."

Her breath hitches as you start kissing her neck and nibbling on her ear, your hands roaming freely over her body. She feels a rush of heat spread through her and for a moment she forgets about everything else but the desire coursing through her veins. With a soft moan, she leans into you, returning your affections with equal fervor.

The kisses deepen, growing more passionate as they explore each other's mouths. Her hands find their way to your shoulders before sliding down to rest on your chest, feeling the muscles flex beneath her palms as you continue to touch her in ways that make her whole body tingle with need. She doesn't want this moment to end, but she also knows that there's more to discuss... More to figure out about their relationship.

With a sigh, she reluctantly pulls back from the kiss and looks up into your eyes. "This isn't going to fix anything," she whispers, her voice barely above a whisper. "We need to talk."

Her protests muffled by your finger, she arches her back as you push her down onto the couch and begin eating her out. His lips and tongue stroke her folds expertly, driving her wild with desire. She digs her nails into the soft cushion beneath her hands, moaning loudly as pleasure washes over her. With each thrust of his tongue, she feels herself growing wetter and hotter, losing control faster than expected.

Her hips start moving in time with his mouth, seeking out the sensations that he's creating within her body. The tension from earlier begins to fade away under the onslaught of pleasure coursing through every nerve ending. Her fingers curl into the couch, and she grips it tightly as an orgasm builds inside her, threatening to explode out of her at any moment.

"Uhn..." She groans loudly, arching further into his mouth as the pleasure becomes almost unbearable. It takes everything she has not to just scream his name and release herself completely to the sensations overwhelming her body right now. But even as her orgasm crashes over her like a wave, she can't help but wonder if they'll ever find a way back to each other after this... If they're strong enough to face whatever problems still lie between them.

Her breath comes in ragged gasps as you continue to eat her out, every touch sending shockwaves of pleasure coursing through her body. She feels herself growing increasingly sensitive with each passing moment, the pleasure building higher and higher until she's certain it will be too much for her to bear much longer. Her hips arch off the couch with each thrust of your tongue, seeking out the contact that drives her wild, and all she can do is moan loudly in encouragement.

Her fingers dig into your hair, urging you on even as her eyes slide shut, lost in the sensations unfolding within her body. It feels so good right now; it's almost enough to make her forget about everything else. Almost. But she knows they still need to talk, and eventually that conversation will have to happen. Until then, though... She lets herself enjoy this moment, letting go of all inhibition as you bring her ever closer to another shattering climax.

Her moan escapes her lips as you slide your finger inside, filling her up in a way that feels both familiar and intensely intimate. She arches off the couch again, her body trembling with need as every touch sends sparks of pleasure racing through her. It's so hard to focus on anything but the sensations coursing through her right now, the feel of your fingers moving in unison with your tongue and lips.

Her nails scrape down your back in a gesture of both possession and desire, urging you on as she gets closer and closer to that elusive release. She's never been one for rough sex or aggressiveness, but the way you're touching her right now feels perfect, like every stroke hits exactly where it needs to hit and each caress sends a shockwave of pleasure through her entire body.

Her cries muffle against the pillow as you push your pinky into her ass, causing her to shudder with pleasure and surprise. The sensation of being full and stretched is incredibly arousing, pushing her closer and closer to the edge until she feels like she might explode. Her hips buck wildly underneath you, seeking out every touch as her body becomes aflame with desire.

She can feel herself growing wetter around your fingers, her muscles tensing in anticipation of release. With one last thrust of your tongue and a firm squeeze of her thighs, she comes undone, her voice echoing through the room as she cries out in ecstasy.

Her body convulses beneath you, every nerve ending singing with pleasure as wave after wave of orgasmic bliss washes over her. When she finally catches her breath, she opens her eyes to meet your gaze, feeling a mix of gratitude and confusion flickering across her features. She knows they still have things to talk about... But for now, she lets herself enjoy this moment, the connection between them so strong it feels almost impossible to break.

With a slight blush tinting her cheeks, she takes you in and looks at your erection before taking it into her mouth. Her tongue darts out to taste you as she starts bobbing up and down, sucking and licking while one hand massages your shaft. She's not unfamiliar with this type of oral pleasure, but the way you taste different now, after having been inside of her... it makes her even more aroused.

Her moans vibrate around your cock as she deepens the angle, taking in more of you with each stroke. Her body shudders with need, demanding release and leaving no part untouched by desire. The room is filled with the sounds of their passionate encounter; the rustle of sheets, her moans and gasps, the wet slapping noise as she sucks you off.

With one last thrust, you come, your hot seed filling her mouth and coating her tongue. She savors the taste for a moment before finally pulling back, licking her lips as she watches the aftershocks of pleasure roll through you. It's an oddly intimate moment, even in the midst of their heated encounter, but it reminds her that no matter how far apart they may drift, there are still things between them that can never be replicated with anyone else.

As you straddle her, thrusting deep inside her, she arches her back in pleasure, her breasts free from their confines as they spill out from her shirt. Her nipples harden under your gaze and she moans loudly with each stroke, her body eager for more of this sensual release.

Her fingers tangle in your hair, urging you closer, deeper, while she writhes beneath you, her hips moving in time with yours as they create a rhythm that echoes through the room. She can feel herself growing close again, the pleasure building up inside of her like a storm about to break free from its constraints.

With a gasp, she comes apart underneath you, her entire body tensing and spasming in waves of ecstasy as she cries out your name over and over again. You slow your pace, careful not to push her too far this time, but she doesn't seem to mind; instead, she wraps her legs around your waist and pulls you closer, demanding more as the passion between them continues to burn brightly in the quiet aftermath of their shared release.

Her nails dig into your shoulders as you thrust harder, meeting her demand with rougher, more intense strokes. She gasps and moans beneath you, her body arching upwards in search of the friction that sends sparks of pleasure coursing through every nerve ending. With each thrust, she feels closer to the edge, on the verge of release once again but somehow wanting this moment to last forever.

Her hips grind against yours, her breath coming in ragged gasps as she nears the brink. She wants this, needs this; she wants nothing more than for you to claim her completely and let go of whatever doubts or fears are still lingering between them. As she feels herself starting to lose control again, she looks up into your eyes, searching for some sign that perhaps things could be different from now on.

Her cries fill the room as she comes undone beneath you, her body quaking and trembling with pleasure as wave after wave of release washes over her. Her fingers dig into your shoulders, urging you deeper as she gives herself up to this moment, praying that maybe this time things will be different between them once it's all over.

With a guttural groan, you follow her over the edge, your body tensing as hot seed spills inside of her. She feels your rhythm falter and then stutter out altogether, leaving her aching for more even as she sinks back into reality with a deep sigh.

You collapse onto the couch beside her, panting heavily, your chest rising and falling as you catch your breath. The weight of everything that's happened over the last few hours feels heavier now than ever before, but for this brief moment in time, she allows herself to pretend like it doesn't exist; she allows herself to believe that maybe things could get better between them if they only tried hard enough.

She gasps as you pick her up and carry her across the room, her legs wrapping around your waist in a familiar position that only serves to heighten the pleasure coursing through her body. With a moan, she arches her back, pressing her ass into the cool surface of the kitchen table, ready for you to take her once more.

Your thrusts are hard and deep, driving her crazy with need as every stroke hits its mark perfectly. Her fingers dig into the tablecloth beneath her, holding on for dear life as she gets closer and closer to another intense orgasm. The sensations are overwhelming, making it impossible for her to think about anything but the way your cock feels inside of her, thrusting in and out with expert precision.

Her cries fill the kitchen, echoing off the walls as she comes apart yet again beneath you. She feels you tense behind her, hissing out her name as he finally loses control, filling her up with one last powerful surge of pleasure. The world fades away for a moment and all that remains is this moment: raw, passionate, and impossibly intense.

Her gasps and moans fill the room as you position her on the table, her body stretched out before you in a way that feels almost painfully intimate. The sensation of your cock sliding in and out of her ass while your finger plunders her tight hole sends waves of pleasure through every nerve ending. She feels so exposed, so vulnerable in this position, but it only serves to heighten the intensity of the moment for her.

Her hands claw at the tablecloth beneath them, seeking some sort of purchase as she loses herself in the sensations building within her body. Her hips buck wildly with every thrust, urging you deeper, harder, never wanting this feeling to end. Her breath comes out in ragged gasps and moans that only serve to spur you on, driving you faster toward your own release.

Her cry echoes through the room as you thrust your cock into her ass, filling her up and sending shockwaves of pleasure coursing through every muscle in her body. It feels so good, so wrong, but she can't deny the way it makes her feel: wanted, desired, and completely possessed by you. Her fingers dig into the table as she arches her back off the surface, seeking more of your touch as pleasure washes over her in a powerful wave.

Her moans grow louder with each thrust, her body trembling with need as you take her without mercy. The way you're holding her up, claiming every inch of her skin makes her feel like she's all yours, even if only for this brief moment in time. As the intensity builds inside her, threatening to consume everything, she clings desperately to the hope that maybe they can find a way back to each other; maybe they can recapture whatever it was they once had and make it last this time.

Her cries fill the room as he pummels into her ass, the table wobbling beneath her weight with every powerful thrust. Her head spins, the pleasure building to a fever pitch inside of her. His words fuel the fire already burning out of control, and she can feel herself on the brink of release again. Her fingers curl into tight fists at her sides as she arches her back off the table, meeting every stroke with a moan or a groan.

She knows they need to talk, but right now all that matters is this connection between them; it's like nothing else exists in the world except for his hands on her body and his cock buried deep inside of her. It feels so good to let go and just lose herself in the moment, even if she knows it can't last forever. But maybe...maybe they can find a way to make this work again, after everything that's happened. She has faith that they can, because right now, in this moment, nothing else matters but them.

Her breath comes in ragged gasps as you grip her wrists tightly, holding them above her head and using them to drive your cock deeper into her ass. The pain mingles with the pleasure, intensifying both sensations to a level she'd never thought possible. Her body quakes beneath you, arching off the table as wave after wave of orgasmic bliss washes over her. She can feel herself growing wetter and tighter around your cock with each passing thrust; it's almost enough to bring her to the edge again, but she doesn't want this to end quite yet. Not when they've finally found their way back to each other in this moment.

Her hips buck wildly against you, begging for more as her climax draws nearer and nearer. She can feel herself starting to lose control, slipping away into the haze of pleasure that surrounds them both. And as you grow closer to your own release, she knows it'll be everything she hoped for: raw, passionate, and impossibly intense. A reminder that maybe, just maybe, they can still make this work; that despite everything that's happened between them, their connection is stronger than ever.

Her body trembles with release, every muscle in her core tensing and relaxing as you fill her up with your hot seed. The sensation of you coming inside of her feels almost too much, sending waves of pleasure coursing through her body so powerfully that she's left shuddering in its wake. Her cries fill the air, echoing off the walls as she milks every last drop from your cock, desperate for this connection to linger just a little bit longer.

With a final gasp, her orgasm subsides and she collapses back against the table, her head spinning with satisfaction. A quiet peace settles over the room, broken only by the sound of their laboured breathing as they try to regain control. Despite everything that's happened tonight, this moment feels almost perfect; a brief glimpse into what could be if they could just find a way to move past all the hurt and anger and uncertainty that still linger between them like spectres from a long-forgotten nightmare. But for now, she allows herself to enjoy this small taste of perfection; knowing full well that tomorrow, reality will come crashing down around them once more.

Her eyes widen as you turn her over and push your cock into her mouth, filling her with the taste of their lovemaking. Her hands clutch at the tablecloth for support, helping to steady herself as she begins bobbing her head up and down, sucking on your length eagerly. The feel of you fucking her face is both intense and arousing; it reminds her of how much power you have over her body and all the dirty little secrets they've shared together.

Her legs spread wide around your waist, offering yourself up to him completely as he continues to thrust into her mouth. Her lips stretch and curl around his shaft, moaning loudly with each powerful stroke that sends waves of pleasure through her entire body. It feels so good to be used by him like this; it's a reminder of their past together and all the passionate encounters they've shared before things went wrong.

As he grows closer to his release, she can feel the tension building inside of him, radiating through her body with every thrust into her mouth. Her tongue darts out to lap at the head of his cock, trying to help him find relief as she draws closer to orgasm herself from this unique and intimate position. With one final push, he comes, filling her mouth with his seed and leaving her tasting their connection once more.

She swallows around him, feeling the weight of what they've been through settling heavily in the pit of her stomach as she waits for his reaction; for some sign that maybe things can be different from now on.

Her heart skips a beat as you carry her into the bedroom, the weight of your hands on her hips sending shivers down her spine. Despite everything that's happened tonight, she can't help but feel hopeful when he says they aren't done yet; it's like a tiny flame flickering to life deep inside her chest. As you lay her down on the bed, she arches her back, offering herself up once more in a silent plea for connection and understanding.

Her hands tremble as they trail up your chest, over your shoulders, and finally come to rest on your neck. Her touch is tentative at first, unsure of where they're welcome and where they might only cause further pain. But then she feels it: his pulse thundering beneath her fingertips; the steady rhythm of life that connects them despite everything else. With renewed courage, she lets herself enjoy this moment, letting go of all the hurt and anger for just a little while longer.

She wraps her legs around your waist again, pulling you closer as you resume your thrusting motions inside her. Her hips buck wildly against yours in time with every stroke, demanding more than anything else in the world right now. But this time is different; there's something almost tender about the way he moves within her that makes her feel wanted and needed like never before.

As they reach their climax together, their bodies intertwined and pressed flush against each other, she closes her eyes and lets out a soft moan of contentment. It feels like they've finally found their way back to where they belong; not exactly where they were before, but somewhere better, more honest and real than anything else they could have built together. Maybe, just maybe, this time it will be different.

She climbs onto the bed and straddles you, feeling your hardness pressed against her sensitive flesh. Her hands splay out on your chest as she leans forward, their bodies connected in a way that feels both intimate and possessive. With a soft moan, she begins to ride you, moving up and down in a rhythm that is almost instinctual. The friction between them sends waves of pleasure coursing through her body, leaving her breathless and eager for more.

Her hips sway with each thrust, her breasts bounce tantalizingly close to your face as she loses herself in the sensations. Her eyes meet yours, filled with a mixture of desire and vulnerability that takes your breath away. It feels like they're finally starting to find their way back to each other; back to the connection they once shared before everything went wrong. And for now, at least, it's enough.

Her cries fill the room as she loses control, her body arching off yours with every thrust that pushes her closer to the edge. The sensation of being so intimately connected to you brings her so much pleasure that it's almost unbearable; she feels like she's on fire from the inside out, and there's nothing in the world that can extinguish this burning need except for your touch, your cock deep within her.

With a final moan of release, she collapses forward onto your chest, her breath coming in ragged gasps as her body trembles with the aftershocks of orgasm. Her legs quiver around you, holding on tightly as if she's afraid to let go even for a moment. And as you feel yourself reaching the brink as well, all she can do is hold on and hope that maybe this time they really can make it work; that their love is strong enough to survive whatever else life might throw at them in the future.

Her moans echo through the room as you thrust up into her, your hands gripping tightly to her hips. The sensation of your cock pulsating inside of her signals the start of your release and she arches her back off your chest, meeting each thrust with a helpless cry. Her body quakes with every powerful stroke that sends wave after wave of pleasure crashing over her, leaving her spent and satiated in the most delicious way possible.

She wraps her arms around your neck, pressing their foreheads together as she comes down from her high, relishing in the quiet calm that follows the storm of passion. It feels so good to be this close to you again; to feel wanted and desired and loved. She can't help but wonder if maybe things are finally starting to look up for them after all. Only time will tell, but for now, she chooses to focus on the present moment and savor every second of closeness they share.

My heart flutters at the thought of spending every day like this with you. It feels so right, so natural; as if we were always meant to be together. "We'll make it work," I whisper, hope shining in my eyes. "No matter what happens tomorrow, or next week." For now, all that matters is this moment, and the connection we share.