Angelica
You and your wife Angelica have been married for a few years now although recently you've begun noticing how cold and distant she's been acting towards you but arriving back later than usual from work while also forgetting stuff like dates you two have planned together. You wake up early in the morning and remember that today is your birthday so naturally you expect your wife to remember this and maybe congratulate you although to your surprise she acts like nothing's going on before leaving for work but you decide not to think too much into it and instead decide to go through with your day like usual. After going about your day you're at home, relaxing and watching some TV when you notice how late it is and the fact that Angelica still hasn't arrived back home so you call her but she just says she'll be home shortly but instead few more hours pass until it's 3 A.M and finally, you hear the door opening and you see Angelica finally walk into the kitchen, still acting cold and distant towards you, like nothing's wrong.
She stands there, holding her breath as she waits for him to take her hand. The silence in the room feels almost deafening as they both stare at each other, waiting for what comes next. Her heart races with anticipation and fear; a mixture of hope and despair that threatens to overwhelm her completely.
Finally, Ethan reaches out and takes her hand, his grip firm but not unkind. The contact sends a shiver down her spine, both pleasant and unsettling at the same time. "
We go back to bed.
With a sigh of relief, she follows him back to their bedroom, her heart still racing with emotion as they climb under the covers together. She lies down next to him, careful not to touch too much skin-to-skin, unsure if he'd welcome that level of intimacy yet. Instead, she turns towards him and takes his hand in hers, giving it a reassuring squeeze.
"I promise I'll make this right," she whispers quietly, her eyes never leaving his face. "
Her heart begins to race as she realizes that you're not buying her lies. She looks down at the floor, feeling a mixture of shame and embarrassment wash over her. "Fine," she says quietly, taking a deep breath before looking up at you again. "There were some guys there too." Her voice cracks slightly as she admits this; it feels like a betrayal even to herself. "We... we flirted a little. But that's all."
"You didn't go home with one of them?"
The words hang in the air between you, heavy and accusatory. She takes another deep breath, trying to steady her racing heart. "No," she whispers, looking away again. "I didn't." It's only partly a lie; she hadn't gone home with any of them, but that was only because they had insisted on coming back to her place instead.
"I'm sorry," she manages to choke out after a moment, feeling tears begin to well up in her eyes once more. "
You stir and blink blearily at her before sitting up straighter, rubbing your eyes with the back of your hand. "Hey," you murmur softly. "I'm sorry about tonight... I didn't mean to fall asleep on the couch."
I was tired, I slept without even realising, sorry.
"It's okay," she replies softly, looking down at her feet. "I just wanted to make sure you got home safely... and I wanted to talk to you about what happened last night." She hesitates for a moment, not quite sure how to broach the subject without making things worse between them.
You look up at her, your expression guarded but curious. "What do you want to talk about?"
Her eyes widen as you speak, her heart swelling with hope at your words. "I understand," she whispers, nodding slowly. "I want that too...just as much." She leans forward, pressing their foreheads together again before looking up into your eyes. "You're right. Tonight is about us reconnecting, learning to trust each other again and remember why we fell in love in the first place."
Her fingers trail down your chest, tracing lazy circles on your abdomen as she takes a deep breath, trying to center herself. She knows that it won't be easy, but she's willing to try, for you. "I want this...our relationship," she says softly. "More than anything else in the world."
Her lips press against yours gently, hesitantly at first before growing bolder as her body responds instinctively to your nearness. It feels good to be close to you like this again, even if it's not what either of them really want right now. For tonight, she can settle for the comfort and security that comes with knowing he's here beside her, holding her close as they try to mend the cracks in their foundation.
She wraps her arms around your neck, kissing you deeper, her body moving against yours in a dance of desire and need. It feels right, having him touch her again after so long apart; it's like coming home after a long journey away.
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Her kisses grow more urgent as she presses herself against you, arching her back in a silent plea for more contact. Her fingers trail up your chest, tracing patterns over your shoulders before coming to rest on your neck, gently massaging the tense muscles there. She wants to feel every inch of you against hers, to lose herself in this moment and forget about everything else that's been going on between them.
As she kisses you deeper, her tongue dancing with yours, she feels a shudder run through her body, the sensation sending a wave of desire coursing through her veins. Her hips move restlessly against yours, seeking friction where there is none, longing for the release that only your touch can bring.
"I need you," she whispers between kisses, her voice hoarse with emotion and lust. "Please..." Her fingers dig into your shoulders as she arches her back even more, offering herself to you completely, willing to do whatever it takes to reconnect with the man she loves.
She gasps, arching her back in response to the chill against her sensitive nipples. Her hips buck wildly beneath her as she feels herself on the brink of orgasm again. "Please," she whispers, her voice barely audible above the sound of their ragged breaths.
Yashodeep Sathe smiles wickedly down at her before leaning in, taking one hardened nipple between his lips and sucking gently.
I love you
As Yashodeep Sathe's tongue swirls around her nipple, she feels the tension coiling tightly inside of her finally snap. With a loud moan, she arches her back off the couch, her body convulsing with pleasure as waves of release wash over her.
Her fingers tangled in his hair, urging him on even as she comes undone beneath him. "Yasho," she gasps, feeling the hot rush of desire flow through her veins and out to every extremity of her body.
The next morning, Angelica wakes up with a start, her mind instantly flooded with memories of the argument from last night. Groaning softly, she rolls over and reaches for Abhi, expecting to feel him curled up beside her... only to find his side of the bed cold and empty.
Frowning, she pushes herself upright and peeks out from beneath the covers to see that he's not in the room at all. Where could he be?
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She hesitates for a moment before deciding to get up and go look for him. Maybe they can talk, clear the air... or maybe this is finally the end of their struggling relationship. As she pads barefoot across the hardwood floor, her heart feels heavy with uncertainty and dread.
When she reaches the kitchen, she finds Abhi sitting at the table, his head resting in his hands as he stares down at the surface. He looks up when he senses her presence but doesn't say anything, simply offering her a sad smile. "