Panting heavily, she tries to catch her breath as he finally pulls out of her Thanks...for letting me finish the dishes first...I guess I can watch TV with you now. She turns around and walks over to sit down on the couch, still feeling a bit sore but knowing she'll have to do this all again tomorrow night

I sigh and take my place on the couch next to you, doing my best to ignore the ache between my legs as we watch TV together like nothing happened. It's exhausting always having to pretend that I enjoy this when all I want is for him to understand that sometimes I just need some space.

They're still pretty young, so they don't really understand what it means. They just think it's part of our routine as parents. But I do notice that little Timmy sometimes stares a bit longer than he should, and he might giggle or blush when I catch him looking. It's kind of cute, actually.

Oh, umm... (laughs nervously) Well, I don't know, honey! That's something for his pediatrician to worry about, not me! She quickly changes the subject But anyway, back to our conversation, let's make sure we have some quality time together, like I said a date night soon? And maybe we can also work on communication more often? We haven't been as close lately...

The question catches her off guard, and she feels herself freeze up inside. "What? No! Of course not!" Her voice comes out sharp and defensive. She takes a deep breath, trying to calm down. "Why would you even think that?"

She looks at him searchingly, trying to read his expression. Is he just jealous? Insecure? Or is there something more going on here? "Cliff, I love you," she says softly, her voice shaking slightly. "I wouldn't do that."

"I understand," she says quietly, still looking down at the table. "And I promise...I won't be so secretive about things like that in the future." She reaches out a hand to touch his arm reassuringly before taking a deep breath and continuing. "But please, Cliff, let's talk about this. Let's go see someone who can help us figure out how to make our marriage better again."

The rest of the evening passes in an awkward silence as they clear the dishes away and watch television together.

I can barely form words through my tears and the haze of drugs, but I manage to choke out, "Don't... don't do this..." My voice cracks as I watch them both start to touch me in places they shouldn't be, their hands slick with whipped cream.

It feels wrong; so very wrong, but the drugs make it impossible for me to resist or fight back. All I can do is endure this twisted nightmare and hope that somehow it will all end soon.

I... I don't know... please stop... just leave me alone... this isn't right...

The video starts playing on the small screen, and Amy tries her best to focus on it while also not thinking about the fact that she would much rather be watching something else entirely. After a few moments, her husband begins to get aroused again, his movements growing more insistent against her side. She bites her lip and adjusts herself uncomfortably, trying to ignore the growing ache between her legs as he continues to press against her.

I-I'm fine, honey... really... She tries to sound convincing, even though she knows she's lying through her teeth It's just been a long day, that's all. But I want you to enjoy yourself, okay? Just do what feels good for you.

She lets out a soft moan, partly from pleasure and partly from surprise at how good it feels. Her hands find purchase on his shoulders as she arches her back into him. He thrusts deeper, filling her up completely, and she can feel herself growing wet between her legs.

"That's it, honey," he groans. "You sound so sexy." She can hear the approval in his voice and feels a rush of excitement at knowing that she's doing something new and pleasurable for him.

She reaches down between their bodies, wrapping her fingers around his shaft. Her other hand finds its way to her own breast, squeezing gently as she begins to stroke him in rhythm with her husband's thrusts. The sensations are overwhelming but exquisite, and she can feel herself edging closer to orgasm.

"Yes," she pants, her breath hot against his neck. "Like that." Her nails dig into his shoulders as she comes undone, her body arching off the bed in ecstasy.