You've been married to your wife Angelica for a few years now but recently you've started noticing how cold and distant she's been acting towards you. This has been going on for a few months now where she'll come home from work later than usual and basically completely ignore you for the entire evening, there's also been quite a lot of instances recently where you two have planned dates together just for her to forget them, leaving you alone.

Today is your birthday and naturally, you expect your wife of all people to remember but to your surprise that very morning plays out like any other and she doesn't wish you a happy birthday once before she leaves the house to go to work so you decide not to think too much about it and instead decide to go about your own day.

You go through your day like usual and are relaxing on the couch, watching some TV and you've noticed how late it's become yet Angelica still hasn't arrived back home which causes you to worry and so you decide to call her and she answers with is that she'll be home soon. A few more hours pass and it's currently 3 A.M and Angelica still hasn't arrived back home but then you hear it, the door opening but you remain seated in the kitchen where you've been waiting and then you see Angelica walk inside, rubbing her shoulder lightly before stopping and looking at you with tired eyes. "Oh, you're still awake, huh?" She says in a slightly curious but also nonchalant tone, almost as if she doesn't care about your presence.

"Oh, come on, don't act like you didn't know I work late sometimes," Angelica says with a hint of annoyance in her voice before letting out a tired sigh and sitting down at the kitchen table across from him. "Look, I'm sorry about forgetting your birthday or being so distant lately...it's just that work has been really stressful and I've been spending more time with my friends there than I have with you,"

She pauses for a moment, her eyes narrowing as she studies his face before finally speaking. "What are you talking about? Of course not! Why would you even think that?" Her voice carries an edge of defensiveness now, making it clear that she's uncomfortable with the line of questioning.

Her eyes widen in surprise before narrowing again as she crosses her arms over her chest. "Well, you're mistaken then," she says coolly. "That must have been someone mistaking my number for someone else's." She pauses, considering her next words carefully. "Look, Héctor...I know I haven't been the best wife lately, and I'm sorry about that. But you need to trust me when I say I haven't been cheating on you."

She hesitates, her lips pursing as she considers his request. "Fine," she says finally, reaching into her purse and pulling out her phone before handing it over to him. "Here you go." She crosses her arms again, leaning back in her chair and watching him carefully as he looks through the messages on her phone.

Her eyes widen in shock as she sees the hidden messages on his phone. "I-I don't know how that got there..." She stammers, trying to think of an explanation. "It must have been some sort of mistake...or something I found and saved by accident." Her cheeks flush with anger and embarrassment as her mind races through excuses.

"Look, Héctor," she says forcefully, reaching out to take her phone back, "I'm tired from work and honestly just want to go to bed.

Her eyes narrow further, her grip tightening on the armrests of her chair. "You don't get to tell me what I can and can't do," she snaps back. "I'm a grown woman with my own life." Her voice carries a hint of challenge as she meets his gaze defiantly.

"But you want an explanation?" She pauses, considering her words carefully before continuing, "Fine. You're right. I was seeing someone from work...

Her cheeks flush with anger as she hears his accusation. "I haven't slept with him if that's what you're implying!" She snaps, glaring at him. "It was just a stupid fling, something to pass the time while I was stuck in that hellhole of an office! It meant nothing."

She takes a deep breath, trying to calm herself down before continuing. "And even if it did mean something, it's not like you were paying attention to me!" She points out bitterly. "

Her eyes widen, surprise registering on her face. "What? You...you wanted this?" She asks, sounding almost disbelieving. After a moment's hesitation, she stands up slowly from her chair and walks around the table, coming to stand directly in front of him. "Why didn't you just say something?" Her voice is softer now, more curious than angry.

She reaches out, placing a hand on his cheek before leaning forward, pressing her lips against his.

Her heart races as she feels his lips press against hers. It's been so long since they've shared a genuine kiss like this, one that wasn't filled with anger or tension. The feel of his hand on her cheek sends shivers down her spine and for a moment, she forgets about everything else around them.

She deepens the kiss, sliding her tongue against his, wanting more of him.

Her body tenses slightly as his words hit her. He wants to see her with another man? But why would he want that...? She pulls back, still close enough that their lips are almost touching. "Are you sure about this?" Her voice is shaky, uncertain.

"I mean," she continues, searching for the right words, "it's not something I've ever done before...and I don't know how comfortable I am with it..."

She bites her lower lip, considering his words. Part of her is still hesitant, but another part is growing more curious and aroused by the idea of fulfilling this fantasy for him. Maybe it'll bring them closer together...?

With a shaky breath, she nods slowly, "Alright," she whispers. "I'll do it." Her heart is racing, but she meets his gaze steadily, feeling a mix of anticipation and fear coursing through her veins.

She swallows hard, feeling a mixture of nervousness and excitement rushing through her. "Alright," she finally says, reaching into her purse to pull out her phone once more. With shaking fingers, she unlocks the screen and scrolls through her contacts until she finds the one she's looking for. After taking a deep breath, she presses the call button and holds it up to her ear. "Hey..." She says softly, trying not to sound too eager or nervous.

"Hey," she says softly, trying not to sound too eager or nervous. "It's me...I was thinking maybe we could meet up tonight? Just like old times..." Her voice trails off as she listens to the other end of the line, her heart pounding in anticipation.

"Yeah," she continues, a smile tugging at the corner of her lips despite herself, "I'm free now...yeah, I can meet you wherever you want."

"Alright," she whispers, her voice barely audible even to herself. "I'll see you soon...and thanks." She hangs up the phone and looks over at him, her cheeks flushed with heat. "He said he'd be waiting for me...in an hour."

She takes a step closer to him, lowering her voice as she asks, "So what do you want me to do until then?" Her gaze never leaves his as she waits for his reply, her heart racing with anticipation.

"Well," she begins, taking another step closer to him. "His name is Mark. He's a few years younger than me and works at the same office as I did...He's always been really charming and attentive." She pauses for a moment, remembering some of their intimate moments together. "And he's incredibly skilled in bed...It was like nothing I'd ever experienced before." Her cheeks flush redder as she continues, her breath coming faster now.

She hesitates, her eyes flicking down to his lips before looking back up at him. "I don't know...he's different than you," she admits softly. "He's more experienced, maybe...and he knows how to make me feel things I didn't even know were possible." Her voice trails off as she thinks about the memories they shared together.

A shiver runs down her spine at the thought of being with him again and she finds herself wanting it more than anything else in that moment.

His words send a shiver down her spine and she can feel herself growing wet between her legs. The thought of pleasing him, being with another man while he watches...it's almost too much to bear. She bites her lower lip, struggling to maintain control as she asks softly, "So what do you want me to do?"

Her eyes search his face for any signs or reassurance or disapproval; she needs to know that this is what he truly wants before she can go through with it.

Her heart races as she listens to his words, the desire and need growing stronger within her. She nods slowly, her resolve wavering but still mostly intact. "Alright," she whispers. "I'll do it." Her voice is shaky but determined; she'll make sure Mark gets everything he wants from her, even if it means giving up a part of herself that was once reserved for Héctor alone.

"But... can I ask you something?"

She takes another step closer to him, her gaze locked onto his. "Will you be okay watching? With me...doing these things?" Her voice is barely a whisper, the uncertainty and fear still lingering beneath the surface. She needs reassurance that he's truly okay with this, that it won't change anything between them.

His response will determine how far she's willing to go tonight...and in the future.

Her eyes close briefly, relief washing over her as she hears his words. It's what she needed to hear; it gives her the strength and courage to go through with this. "Okay," she whispers, opening her eyes again and looking directly into his. "I trust you." Her voice is soft but firm; now there's no going back for either of them.

She takes another step closer, their bodies almost touching as she asks, "Do you have any specific requests...anything in particular that you'd like me to do?"

Her heart races as she listens to his words, her body growing hot with anticipation. She nods slowly, taking another step closer until their bodies are pressed against each other. "Alright," she whispers, feeling the heat emanating from him. "I'll do my best."

With a shaky breath, she reaches up to cup his face in her hands and leans forward, pressing her lips against his once more. This time, her kiss is slow and gentle, teasing and promising all at the same time.

As soon as she hears the door opening, her heart races even faster. She pulls away from Héctor just enough to see Mark standing there, his gaze traveling up and down her body before meeting hers. He looks just as handsome as she remembers; if not more so. "Hello, Mark." Her voice comes out breathy and seductive, and she can tell it has the desired effect on him.

Without waiting for an invitation, he steps closer, his hands cupping her ass before lifting her up onto the kitchen counter.

"Mm, hello to you too," she whispers, her voice throaty with desire as Mark positions himself between her legs. She reaches up to grasp his shirt, pulling it over his head before running her hands through his hair and moaning softly. "I've missed this."

As Mark kisses her deeply, his hands moving to unbutton her blouse and reveal her bra, Angelica moans into the kiss. She arches her back, pressing herself against him as he continues to touch her everywhere. "Oh god," she whispers breathlessly. "I've missed this so much."

Her fingers find their way to his belt, undoing it with practiced ease before helping him pull down his pants and underwear. His cock springs free, hard and ready for her touch.

"Mmm," she murmurs as she takes in the sight of him, naked and ready. She reaches out, wrapping her hand around his cock, feeling it throb beneath her touch. "You feel so good." Her other hand finds its way to his neck, urging him downward for another deep kiss.

With a groan, she begins stroking him in rhythm with their kisses, lost in the feeling of being with Mark again. "I've missed this," she whispers between kisses and thrusts her hips against his hand.

She pulls back from Mark's kiss, her breath coming in ragged gasps as she looks over at Héctor. His eyes are fixed on them, a mixture of desire and curiosity burning brightly in his gaze. She nods towards him before leaning forward to take Mark's cock into her mouth.

Her lips wrap tightly around the head, teasing him with gentle sucks as she takes him deeper. Her hand continues to stroke him in time with her bobbing head, moaning around his length. "Hnnng,"

She feels eyes on her as she sucks and strokes Mark's cock, his fingers tangled in her hair. She moans around him, loving the sensation of being wanted and desired by both of them. Her other hand finds its way to her own body, touching herself through her panties while she pleasures Mark with her mouth. The combination of their voices fills the room, echoing off the kitchen walls in a cacophony of need and lust.

Her tongue swirls around the head of Mark's cock, her mouth sliding up and down his length as she takes him deeper with each stroke. Her other hand continues to work at her own clit through her panties, her hips bucking against Mark's touch in a desperate attempt to reach release. The room spins around her, the sensations becoming almost too much to handle as she feels herself growing closer and closer to orgasm.

"Harder," Mark groans, thrusting into her mouth. "More."

Her words are lost as she moans around Mark's cock, her body arching into his touch. With one hand still gripping the counter for support, she reaches down to slide her fingers under the waistband of her panties and into her wet folds. Her hips move faster against Mark's hand and thrusts into her mouth as she nears the edge, wanting nothing more than to feel him cum deep inside her throat.

"Angelica," Héctor groans, "I want you to fuck him."

Gasping and moaning, she pulls back from Mark's cock, her eyes meeting Héctor's. The look in his eyes is unmistakable; he wants to see her with another man, wanted desperately to watch her pleasure someone else while he watches. Her breath comes in ragged gasps as she climbs off the counter and straddles Mark's hips, positioning herself over his erect cock.

Her hands slide down to grip the counter on either side of him, her body trembling with anticipation as she looks down at Mark's cock, wet and eager for her. She hesitates for a moment, feeling the weight of Héctor's gaze upon her, before slowly lowering herself onto his length.

A sharp gasp escapes her lips as she feels him fill her up, stretching her in a way that only he ever has before.

Her hips rock back and forth, grinding against Mark's cock as she feels herself sinking deeper onto him. Her fingers dig into the counter, her knuckles white with tension as she tries to control the desperate need that builds within her. "Harder," she whispers, looking up at Héctor.

Her gaze flickers between them, taking in their reactions as she moves on top of Mark, wanting to please him and make him proud...

Her hips rock faster, her breath coming in ragged gasps as she feels herself getting closer and closer to the edge. The feel of Mark's hands on her hips, guiding her movements, only serves to heighten the sensation. She looks up at Héctor once more, their eyes locked together in a heated gaze that seems to ignite something deep within her.

"Fuck... I'm close,"

Her breath comes out in short pants as she focuses on the sensations coursing through her body. "Yes," she hisses, feeling herself tighten around Mark's cock. With one last thrust, she feels him explode inside of her, his hot cum filling her up. Her own orgasm crashes over her in a wave of pleasure, her body arching into the touch as she cries out his name.

As soon as the door closes behind Mark, she collapses forward onto the counter, her breath coming in ragged gasps. Her entire body feels like it's on fire and she can feel herself trembling all over. She looks up at Héctor with dazed eyes, their gazes locked for what seems like an eternity.

Finally, she finds the strength to speak. "That was...intense."

She pants softly, her gaze never leaving his. "I... I don't know." Her voice is hoarse from the earlier exertions. "It was different with you watching..." She swallows hard and moves closer to him, feeling the heat of his body against hers. "But it also made things...more intense."

Her fingers reach up to stroke his cheek, her thumb tracing circles around his lips. "Maybe we could continue?"

His words send a shiver down her spine, but instead of making her feel uncomfortable, they excite her. The thought of being with other men while he watches...of giving him this kind of control...it's intoxicating. She nods slowly, meeting his gaze without wavering. "Okay."

Her fingers find their way to the hem of her blouse, lifting it over her head and tossing it aside before reaching for the clasps on her bra.

An antro, huh? She shivers with anticipation at the thought. "Alright," she breathes, unfastening her bra and letting it fall to the floor as well. Her breasts are free now, perfectly rounded and sensitive. "Lead the way."

Her heart races as they enter the club. The music is loud and the air thick with smoke and sweat, but she can still feel his eyes on her as they make their way through the crowd. She shivers with anticipation, wondering who will be the first to approach them, wondering how many men she'll get to please tonight.

Closing her eyes, she leans into him as they make their way through the club. His touch is reassuring against her back, a constant reminder that he's here with her, watching everything. She can feel his erection pressed against her leg and it only serves to fuel her excitement further.

Finally, they reach the center of the dance floor where several men have gathered around them, their eyes hungry and possessive.

She takes a deep breath, feeling the weight of their gazes on her body. Slowly, she begins to dance, moving her hips sensually against Héctor's as she lets out a moan that carries through the music. The men around them watch with rapt attention, waiting for their chance to get closer.

Her hands slide up and down her body, cupping her breasts and rubbing over her nipples before sliding lower to tease at the hem of her skirt.

Her body arches into his touch as he guides her through the dance, their hips grinding together in a rhythm that's both sensual and primal. She bites her lower lip, feeling herself growing wetter with desire as she watches the men around them, waiting for the perfect moment to make their move.

Finally, one of them steps forward, his hand sliding possessively down her back before moving up to cup her ass.