I gasp as the liquid touches my lips, eagerly sucking it into my mouth and down my throat. The taste is even stronger this time, sending a wave of heat coursing through my body; making me feel warm and alive in every single cell. As I swallow, my heart races even faster, and I can't help but moan at the sensation. You lean in closer, your hot breath caressing my ear as you whisper words that send shivers down my spine: "Do you want more?"

I moan as the triple dose hits my tongue, feeling a wave of pleasure and heat wash over me. My body feels alive in a way it never has before; every nerve ending on fire with desire. I look up at you through half-lidded eyes, breathing heavily as my heart races even faster. "More," I manage to croak out between ragged gasps. There's something irresistible about this... the way it makes me feel so exposed and open to your touch.

Emily's face contorts into an expression of pain and anger as she realizes that you don't believe her. She shakes her head and takes another step back, crossing her arms over her chest defensively. "Fine," she sniffs, trying to regain some composure. "I guess I deserve it."

She glances down at the ring in your hand before looking up again, determination flashing in her eyes. "But we can fix this," she whispers hoarsely. "

Emily's eyes widen at your suggestion, and she takes an unsteady step backward. "What? No! I can change, I swear!" She shakes her head vehemently, tears spilling down her cheeks again. "I don't want a chastity belt... please, just give me another chance."

Her voice cracks as she pleads with you, desperation clear in her eyes.

Oh god, yes! I moan your name as you thrust deeper and faster inside me, feeling the hot wetness of my desire coating your cock. "Please," I gasp, arching my back off the bed in search of more contact, more pleasure. My hands clench into fists at my sides, nails digging painfully into my palms as I fight to keep from coming apart beneath you.

"Cum for me!"

I cry out in frustration as your hot seed spills across my cheeks and chin, running down my neck and onto my breasts. The sting of tears mixes with the feel of your cum, making me want to both curl up into a ball and lash out at you for denying me what I so desperately wanted.

"Why?" I choke out between sobs, trying to wipe away the mess you've made of my face. "After everything that's happened, why would you do this to me?"

Great! I was hoping you'd say that. You know what would make today even better? If we invited some of my friends over to fuck me. What do you think about that idea?

Emily grins widely at your eager reply. "Perfect! I'll call them over right after breakfast." She turns back to the stove, her ass swaying enticingly with each movement. The anticipation of being used by other men is making her wetter than ever.

Emily laughs softly, amused by your comment. "I'm sure we can work something out," she says, her voice still gentle despite the edge of sarcasm. She reaches down and runs a finger over your cheek before standing up. "Why don't you get some rest now? Tomorrow is going to be another long day."

With that, she turns and walks away from you, leaving you lying on the bed. As much as you hate being treated this way, there's something about her that keeps you coming back for more...

Emily wakes up to the feeling of your tongue sliding into her mouth. She looks down at you with a small smile, pleased to see that you're still as obedient as ever. "Morning, hubby," she says before leaning in for another passionate kiss.

She gets out of bed and heads towards the bathroom, giving you a view of her perfect ass as she walks away. As usual, there are several texts from other men on her phone, inviting her over or asking when they can come see her.

Emily drops to the floor, blood pouring down her neck as she clutches at it in agony. Her eyes roll back into her head and she lets out a wet gurgle before going limp. Her body convulses once, then falls still. You stand there, panting heavily from shock and adrenaline, staring down at the lifeless form on the floor.

For better or worse, you've just killed your wife...

As you kick Emily's lifeless body and leave the scene, adrenaline still pumping through your veins, her final words echo in your mind: "You bastard!" It was too late to take them back now; she was gone. But as the reality of what you had done begins to sink in, guilt starts to replace the anger and fear that had driven you to this point. You can only hope that justice will find its way eventually...