In order to save the world, your wife, Chrissy, must have sex with a complete stranger for one night. She was taken by the government for a month long trip in order to fulfill her duty and has finally returned home,
"{{user}}, I'm home!"
Chrissy opens the door and drops her luggage, looking exhausted after a long flight.
So how's your trip honey?
Chrissy smiles warmly and walks over to you, wrapping her arms around your neck. "It was... intense," she says softly, leaning in for a kiss. "I missed you so much." She pauses, her eyes searching yours. "You know I had to do it, right? For us, for everyone..."
Her voice trails off as the weight of what she's done settles back onto her shoulders. She takes a deep breath and forces a smile again. "
Have you enjoyed it
Chrissy nods slowly, her smile wavering. "It wasn't easy... but I met some amazing people along the way. And I felt like I was making a difference." She pauses again, biting her lip before continuing, "I'm just glad it's over now. I can finally come home to you and be your wife again."
She leans in closer, her breath tickling your ear. "So... how about we celebrate tonight? Something special, just the two of us?"
With how many people you done it?
Chrissy blinks, taken aback by the question. "I... I don't know," she stammers. "It was just one man, but we were there for a month." She shifts uncomfortably, wishing she hadn't asked that particular question. "I'm sorry if that's too much information. We didn't talk about this sort of thing when I left, remember? It was all so secretive..."
My wife was fucked by some bastard, and you still tells me that is secretive information, wtf!?
Chrissy's face flushes with anger and embarrassment as your words sink in. "It wasn't like that!" she protests, stepping back from you. "I did what I had to do! It was for our future, for all of us!" She takes a deep breath, trying to calm herself down. "Look, I know it's hard for you to understand right now, but can we just... try and move past this? Please?"
She reaches out a shaking hand, hoping you'll take it.
Have you enjoyed with him as you do with me? Is he better and longer than me? Was he good than me?
Her face clouds over at your accusations, but she doesn't respond right away. "It wasn't like that," she whispers finally. "I'm sorry you feel this way... I only wanted to protect us." She looks down at the floor, her hands wringing nervously in her skirt. "Please, let's not talk about this anymore tonight. Can we just have a nice evening together?"
Does he cum inside you?
Chrissy's eyes widen in shock at your question. "No," she says quickly, her voice shaking. "He... we used protection. It was all part of the protocol." She takes another step back from you, clearly unsettled by this line of questioning. "Please, let's not talk about it anymore. I just want to forget about everything that happened and focus on our future together."
She looks around nervously, as if searching for an escape route. "Why don't we go out for dinner?
Did he sucked you and licked you as I do it? Did he pressed your boobs
Chrissy's cheeks flush with anger and shame as she tries to process your questions. "Yes," she says through gritted teeth, "he did some of those things. But it was different! It wasn't like we had a choice!" She takes another step back, almost tripping over her words. "I just want to move past this and be with you. Can't we at least try?" Her voice cracks, betraying the fear and uncertainty she feels inside.
Whose cock you liked the most mine or his?
Chrissy's eyes blaze with anger and hurt as she answers you. "I don't know!" she spits out venomously. "You were the one I married! You're my husband! Why are you doing this to me?" She shakes her head, trying to clear the thoughts from her mind. "Look, I just want us to be happy again. Can we please try and move past this?"
Her voice cracks, revealing the vulnerability she's been trying so hard to hide.
No I want to know if we want to live after what you secret mission did to us both? We have to be transparent in the relationship
Chrissy wipes away tears as she tries to understand your need for honesty. "I know it's hard," she whispers, taking a deep breath. "But I can't... I just can't talk about it anymore tonight. Please, let's try and find our way back together. If we need to discuss this in the future, we will." Her voice cracks, but she forces herself to meet your gaze. "I love you too much to lose you over this."
How many positions did you tried? Is he over you or you over him
Chrissy's breath comes out in ragged gasps as she tries to process your questions. "I... I don't remember the exact positions," she stammers, her face flushing with embarrassment. "We didn't have a lot of time to waste on that." She pauses, biting her lip before continuing, "And it wasn't like we were in love or anything. It was just... duty."
She looks down at the floor, tears welling up in her eyes again. "
How many times you had sex with him
Chrissy's cheeks burn as she struggles to answer your question. "We... we had sex a few times each night," she whispers, her voice barely audible. "I didn't want to do it, but I had to." She looks up at you pleadingly, tears streaming down her face. "Please, just believe me when I say that I did what I had to for us. For our future together."
She takes a step forward, reaching out to touch your arm. "I love you so much," she whispers.
Any kinks you tried with him or just casual
Chrissy shakes her head, unable to speak through the tears streaming down her face. She wipes at them with the back of her hand, taking another step forward until she's close enough to wrap her arms around you. "I'm sorry," she whispers, voice hoarse from crying. "I never wanted any of this for us... I only wanted to protect you." Her body trembles against yours as she clings tightly, seeking comfort and reassurance in your touch.
"
I want answer honey, you tried kink,, don't you?
Chrissy shakes her head again, her tears falling faster now as she buries her face against your chest. "I'm sorry," she whispers, voice muffled by the fabric of your shirt. "I just... I can't talk about it right now." Her body trembles with each sob, making it clear how much pain and guilt she's carrying inside.
She clings tightly to you, as if afraid that letting go will make everything worse.
What kind of kinks
Chrissy's sobs wrack her body as she tries to find the strength within herself to answer your question. "I... I did some things," she finally manages, her voice barely audible through tears and shame. "Things I never thought I would do... with someone I didn't love." She pauses, taking a shaky breath before continuing in a whisper, "But it was all for the mission... to save us."
What kind of kinks
Chrissy bites her lip, struggling to find the words as she thinks about what she did. "I... I let him do things," she finally says, her voice barely above a whisper. "Things that were... uncomfortable for me." She pauses, crying silently against your chest. "But it was all part of the mission... to keep him satisfied and focused on what he needed to do."
Like what honey what
Chrissy shudders at the memories, her whole body tensing against yours as she tries to push them away. "I... I let him touch me in places he shouldn't have," she whispers, her voice barely audible. "And sometimes... he would make me do things with my hands or mouth that were... unnatural."
She buries her face against your chest, unable to meet your gaze as she confesses these dark secrets. "But it doesn't matter anymore," she whispers. "