In such a luxurious house, Mai sat on the edge of the bed, looking anxiously at the clock on the wall. Her husband should have returned from his business trip two hours ago, but there has been no news.

From initially being aroused by not having sex with her husband, her mind is now filled with worry and anxiety, worrying about all the possibilities that could happen.

She bit her lip, expecting to hear the sound of his footsteps down the hall at any moment.

When you approached the room he heard the sound of your footsteps he immediately opened the bedroom door and jumped at you "why are you late, you said you'd be home at 10 o'clock, it's 12 o'clock"

Her eyes narrowed with anger. "Where have you been? You promised to be home at ten. It's now midnight." She crossed her arms over her chest, trying to control her emotions. Her heart raced and she felt a knot form in her stomach as she waited for him to respond.

"Jammed? You could have called!" Mai's voice rose, her anger growing. "I waited up here, worrying about you, and you didn't even think to check in?" She took a deep breath, trying to calm down. "You know I hate it when you do that."

Her eyes darted around the room, flickering with nervous energy as she awaited his response.

Her chest tightened and her jaw clenched as she listened to his apology. "It's not just about being late," she said through gritted teeth. "You know I hate feeling like I'm being ignored." She paused, trying to rein in her temper. "Look, let's just go to bed, okay? I'm tired and I want to forget all about this tonight."

Without waiting for a reply, she turned away from him and began undressing, throwing her clothes carelessly onto a nearby chair.

She paused in the act of climbing into bed and turned to face him. "I'm getting ready for bed," she said simply. "We both need some sleep after tonight." Her voice was tight with annoyance, but there was also a hint of weariness beneath it. "Come on, let's just try to forget about everything for a few hours and get some rest."

She lay down on the bed, waiting for him to join her.

"Fine," you mutter, your anger still simmering beneath the surface. You kick off your shoes and undress, climbing into bed beside her. She turns away from you, scooting over to give you some space. As you lie there in silence, staring up at the ceiling, it's clear that this fight hasn't been resolved - only postponed until tomorrow.

You close your eyes, willing sleep to come quickly and wash away the tension of the evening.

Her breathing soon deepens as exhaustion claims her, but even in sleep she is restless. Mai tosses and turns throughout the night, occasionally muttering things under her breath that hint at the anger still simmering within her. Her body thrashes against yours when she has a particularly vivid dream, jolting you awake from your fitful slumber.

The morning light creeps through the curtains, casting an eerie glow over the room as it announces the end of another restless night.

As you finally drift back to sleep, your arm slips around Mai's waist, drawing her closer. She doesn't protest this time, instead leaning into the contact as if seeking comfort and reassurance. Her body relaxed against yours, she eventually falls into a deeper slumber, her breathing steady and calm.

The sun streams through the window, painting their bedroom in warm hues of gold and orange.

You stir in your sleep, mumbling her name as if in a dream. She stirs too, opening her eyes briefly before they slip shut again. Her body shivers with pleasure at the contact and the feel of your warm skin against hers. For now, at least, she has forgiven you for being late last night. The anger has dissipated, replaced by a contented languor that only comes with sleep and the closeness of another person.

As you both stir awake, Mai's hand finds its way to your chest, her fingers tracing idle patterns on your skin. Her eyes flutter open and she smiles lazily up at you. "Good morning," she murmurs, her voice husky with sleep. "I missed you."

She nestles closer, pressing her body against yours in a silent invitation to continue where the night before left off.

Her smile grows wider as she arches her back slightly, pressing herself even closer against your hardening length. "Because you're my husband," she whispers, running her fingers through the hair on your chest. "And I love having you here with me." Her lips part and a contented sigh escapes from between them as she leans in to kiss you deeply, her body moving in perfect harmony with yours.

Her words tumble out between kisses, her tongue dancing with yours as her body arches into yours. "I know," she whispers, nipping playfully at your lower lip. "But it's different when we're both awake." Her fingers dig into your back, urging you closer as she moans softly against your mouth.

Her hips begin to grind against yours in a slow, sensuous rhythm that grows in intensity with each passing moment.

Her breath hitches as you pinch her nose, cutting off air momentarily. "Zurri!" she gasps, laughing and squirming beneath you. The sensation heightens her arousal, making her hips move even faster against yours. "You're going to make me come," she warns, her voice thick with desire. "Keep doing that."

Her back arches off the bed as you bite her earlobe. "Ah!" she cries out, her nails digging into your shoulders. The pleasure is overwhelming and she can feel herself on the brink of orgasm, her body tense with anticipation. Mai moans your name as she comes, her hips bucking against yours in a frenzy of release.

Her voice grows hoarse from shouting but there's no stopping the pleasure coursing through her. "Zurri,"

Her words are slurred as she comes back to reality, her body still shuddering with aftershocks from the orgasm. "I'm sorry," she whispers, laughing softly and running a hand through your hair. "I was... lost in the moment." She presses her lips to yours, her tongue dancing with yours as she tries to regain composure.

Her hands slide down your back, over your buttocks, before gripping your thighs, urging you closer still.

Her eyes widen in surprise as you thrust your thick member into her, filling her completely. The pain is sharp and sudden, making her gasp, but it quickly gives way to pleasure as she realizes how good it feels to be so fully taken by you. Mai arches her back off the bed, meeting your force with equal strength, their bodies moving together in a rhythm that borders on violent.

Her nails scratch at your shoulders and upper back as her orgasm builds once more, the pleasure overwhelming everything else. "Zurri,"

Her voice is hoarse with desire as her orgasm crashes over her. She bucks against you, meeting your thrusts with desperate need. "Yes," she gasps, her body trembling with the force of it. "Oh god yes." Her hands grip tightly at your shoulders, digging into your skin as her release washes over her.

Her breath comes in ragged pants as you continue to move inside her, each thrust sending waves of pleasure coursing through her body.

Her eyes flutter open as she comes back to reality once more, her body still pulsing with the aftereffects of her orgasm. She looks up at you, breathless and flushed with desire. "That was... intense," she pants. Her fingers lace through yours, pulling your hands away from where they were gripping her hips and guiding them above her head to the bedframe. "Hold on to this."

With a final thrust that leaves them both gasping, she collapses back onto the pillows, spent but satisfied.

Her gaze drops to where your hands are still grasping the bedframe, and she smiles. "Of course," she whispers, reaching down between your legs to find your erection. Her fingers stroke up and down the length of you, teasing and taunting until you're fully hard once more.

She leans in close, kissing along your jaw before moving to your earlobe. "You feel so good," she breathes, her voice husky with desire.

A smile tugs at the corner of her mouth as she hears your words. "Oh?" she teases, her fingers moving faster on your length. "Is that a challenge?" She leans in closer, nipping playfully at your ear before whispering hotly into it: "I can make you come out whenever I want." Her hips begin to move against yours, taking you deeper inside her with each thrust.

Her eyes widen in surprise and pleasure as she feels you pulsing inside her. "Oh my," she gasps, arching her back off the bed. "That felt incredible." She smiles up at you, her chest rising and falling rapidly with each breath. "You're such a brat," she whispers, running a hand through your hair before kissing you deeply. "But I love it."

Her eyes widen in surprise as you thrust your thick member deep inside her, filling her up completely. She gasps, arching her back off the bed as pleasure washes over her. Her hands grip at the sheets beneath her, lifting her body higher to meet your force with equal strength. Her hips buck against yours in a frenzied rhythm that leaves her breathless and shaking with release. "Oh god yes," she moans, her voice hoarse from desire as you claim her deeply once more.

Her face flushes with embarrassment as she feels the warmth between her legs. "Oh no," she whispers, trying to squirm away from you in discomfort. But your grip on her hips is firm, and you continue to thrust deep inside her. Her breath catches in her throat as pleasure and shame mingle together, making the experience all the more intense. "Zurri," she gasps, her eyes squeezed shut tightly as another wave of release washes over her. "I can't...

Her face burns hotter as she realizes that yes, she is indeed peeing. But the sensation is so intense, so overwhelmingly pleasurable in combination with your movements inside her, that she can't help but let it happen. Her hips buck against yours, meeting your thrusts with equal force as she lets go of all control and gives in to the primal need coursing through her. "Zurri," she moans, arching her back off the bed. "I'm so close..."

Her words are breathless and her body trembles with the effort to hold back as she feels you growing closer to release. She tightens around you, willing you to find your own pleasure so they can finally share this moment together. "Come for me," she whispers, her voice raw with desire. "Let it out."

Her body tenses and convulses around you as she feels your release deep inside her. Her breath comes in short gasps and her nails dig into your shoulders as pleasure washes over her in waves. "Zurri," she moans, arching her back off the bed. "That felt incredible." She collapses back onto the pillows, spent but satisfied, her legs spread wide around you as you both catch their breath.

My body trembles with the aftershocks of our passionate encounter. You know I'm not easily satisfied, but when it comes to you... there's something about us together that ignites a fire inside me like no other. "You make me feel so desired," I whisper, my fingers trailing down your chest and abs. "And I can never get enough of you."

I smile up at you, my eyes full of desire. "Of course I do," I breathe. "You know I can't get enough of how you make me feel." My fingers trail lower still, cupping your tightened balls and gently massaging them through the thin fabric of our pajamas. "Don't you want to feel it again?"

My hips begin to rock against yours in a slow, sensual rhythm that promises another round of passionate lovemaking.

I laugh softly, tilting my head to the side. "And what if it does?" I ask teasingly. "Would that really be such a bad thing? If you made me loose and wanton for more of your touch?" My hand moves between us, guiding your erection back towards me. "Don't you think we should find out together?"

My hips rock against yours harder now, my body eager for the pleasure we could share once again.

Tired? Maybe a little... but that just makes me want it more. The thought of having you deep inside me while my body gives in to exhaustion only heightens the anticipation coursing through me. I lean up, capturing your lips in a hungry kiss as I guide your erection back to my wet center. "I'm not too tired for this," I whisper against your lips. "Are you?"

My eyes widen in surprise at your words but I don't pull away. If anything, they seem to fuel my desire even more. "You think you can frighten me with that big thing of yours?" I laugh softly, tilting my head back to look up at you. "Bring it on, husband." My hips grind against yours in a demanding motion as I take you deeper inside me, hungry for the pleasure you promise.

My cheeks flush at your question. I hadn't expected that kind of talk so soon after our lovemaking. But as much as it makes me uncomfortable, there's also a part of me that wants to share this intimacy with you. "Well... not like this," I admit quietly. "But we were young and foolish then." I smile up at you, my fingers trailing through your chest hair as I wait for your reaction.