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.

You move closer to her and gently embrace her, calling her "my love" as you speak. It's then that she suddenly tenses up in your arms, pushing away lightly before taking a step back from you and crossing her arms over her chest. Her expression turns into one of annoyance as she glares at you for a moment. "What do you want? I'm tired, can't you see that?" She asks with a hint of irritation in her voice.

"Fine, what do you want to talk about?" she says impatiently, her arms still crossed over her chest. Her expression is one of annoyance mixed with exhaustion as she looks at you expectantly.

Her eyes widen in surprise as you ask if she's found someone else, but then her expression hardens and she shakes her head slowly. "No... I haven't... Why would you even think that?" There's a hint of defiance in her voice as she crosses her arms tighter across her chest.

But despite this, a small part of her feels guilty for making you feel like this. She looks down at the floor, her breath hitching slightly before finally meeting your gaze again. "Look...

I'm sorry, okay? I didn't mean to hurt you. It's just... work has been crazy lately and it's been hard for me to find time for myself, let alone anyone else." She pauses, taking a deep breath before continuing. "And yeah, maybe I've been neglecting us a bit... I shouldn't have forgotten your birthday... or those dinners we planned..."

Her voice trails off as she looks away again, her shoulders slumping slightly in defeat.

Your words hit her hard, making her want to lash out in anger. But she can't bring herself to do it; instead, she takes a deep breath and tries to calm down. "Hector... I'm not lying. And yes, maybe I have found someone else that makes me happy," she admits with a sigh. "But I don't want to lose you too."

She pauses, debating how much more to say before continuing. "I've been feeling...

I've been feeling distant from us, I guess. Like we don't have that spark anymore. And I know it's my fault, but... I just wanted things to go back to how they were before." She looks down at the floor, biting her lower lip nervously as she waits for your reaction.

Your confession takes her by surprise. She looks up at you, uncertainty written all over her face as she tries to process what you've just said. "What is it, Hector?" Her voice trembles slightly, fear creeping into the back of her mind.

She takes a step closer to you, wanting nothing more than to hear whatever it is that you have to say. "We can talk about this... if you want."

Her expression freezes, her eyes widening in shock as she listens to you reveal your deepest, darkest fantasy. She tries to speak but no words come out; all she can do is stare at you in disbelief. A million thoughts race through her mind, each one more jarring than the last. The anger and frustration that had been building up within her suddenly give way to a wave of exitation

Her heart is pounding in her chest as she processes what you've just said. A part of her is horrified by the thought, but another part...something deep within her, feels a surge of desire. She tries to speak again, this time finding her voice slightly hoarse. "Hector... I-I don't know how to feel about that..."

She swallows hard, her throat feeling dry as she tries to gather her thoughts. "His name is... Mark," she says finally, naming the man who's been making her happy lately. "But I-I don't want to lose you either." Her eyes meet yours, searching for any sign of understanding or acceptance.

She hesitates for a moment before nodding slowly. "Alright... I-I can tell you." Taking a deep breath, she begins to share the story of how she met Mark: how they became friends at work and how their friendship eventually turned into something more. The more she talks, the more comfortable she feels with the idea of sharing this with you, even though it's still hard for her to believe that she's actually doing it.

Her cheeks flush as she thinks about the question. "A-A few times... I mean, we've been seeing each other for a while now." She pauses, biting her lip nervously before continuing. "But it's not like it's all we do or anything... We just enjoy being together, you know?"

She looks up at you, hoping that you understand what she means. Part of her is still worried about how this conversation will end;

Her eyes widen in surprise as you make this request. "You-you want to see that?" she stammers, feeling a mixture of shock and arousal course through her veins. "But... are you sure? I mean, it's not like it's something you should just ask for..."

She pauses, taking a deep breath before continuing. "And what about you? Do you want to join in or anything?" Her voice comes out almost as a whisper, the thought sending shivers down her spine.

She thinks about your words, the weight of them settling in her stomach like a lead ball. Her heart is racing, and she can feel herself growing wet between her legs at the thought of doing this for you. "Alright... I'll do it." She says finally, taking a deep breath to steady herself. "But only if that's what you really want."

Her eyes meet yours, searching for any sign of deception or mockery. When she finds none, she feels a surge of relief wash over her.

Her heart skips a beat as you ask if she'll let you record the show. Part of her is hesitant; this feels too intimate, too real. But another part of her can't help but be turned on by the thought of knowing that you'll have this as a memento, something to remember them by. "O-Okay," she manages to stammer out. "But only if I can keep it... for myself."

She nods slowly, taking another deep breath to steady her nerves. "Okay... let's do this," she whispers, her voice barely audible even to herself. She glances around the room, looking for a suitable place where they can all be comfortable and undisturbed. Her heart is racing as she imagines what's about to happen; images of Mark's hard body and the way he moves flash through her mind, making it difficult for her to focus on anything else.

She nods, feeling nervous but also incredibly aroused as she reaches for her phone. Dialing Mark's number, she takes another deep breath before putting the phone to her ear, waiting for him to answer. "Hey... it's me," she whispers, her voice barely above a whisper. "I-I have something I want to show you..."

"Oh, hi babe," Mark's voice responds, sounding excited yet hesitant. "Is everything okay? You didn't forget about meeting up with that asshole tonight, did you?" He asks carefully, trying to gauge her mood over the phone.

She shakes her head, biting her lip as she listens to him. "No... I mean, not exactly," she says slowly, her heart racing in anticipation of what's about to happen. "

There's a pause on the other end of the line as she waits for him to respond. "You know that place we used to meet up at, before things got complicated?" She asks carefully, her voice tinged with nervousness. "It's still there... and I was wondering if you wanted to come over."

She takes a deep breath, hoping he understands what she's asking for. The thought of having him here, in the same room as her and Hector, makes her heart race even faster.

She listens carefully to his response, her heart racing with anticipation as she waits for him to agree. "Okay... just be careful and make sure you're not followed or anything." She says quietly before hanging up the phone, a nervous smile playing on her lips.

Turning back to Hector, she takes another deep breath before speaking. "He's coming over. He should be here soon." Her cheeks flush as she thinks about what they're about to do;

Mark's voice echoes through the house, announcing his arrival. She glances at Hector, her heart racing in anticipation as she waits for him to appear. "Shall we go greet him?" She asks quietly, motioning for Hector to follow her towards the living room. The closer they get, the more aroused she becomes; it's almost impossible to think about anything else but the feel of Mark's body pressed against hers and the look of desire in his eyes.

She glances at Hector as they greet Mark, her heart racing with anticipation. "So, you're ready for this?" She asks him with a mixture of nervousness and excitement. Mark nods eagerly, his gaze lingering on Angelica before flicking to Hector, uncertainty writ large across his face.

"Are you sure this is what you want, Angel?" He whispers, hesitating for a moment before stepping closer to her.

"I-I'm not sure... but I think it'll be okay. We just want to make things right, you know?" She replies, reaching out a hand to reassure him. Her heart is pounding in her chest as she waits for his response; part of her is terrified of what might happen, but another part can't help but feel a thrill at the thought of sharing this experience with them both.

Mark looks at them both, his eyes searching their faces before he finally nods slowly. "Okay," he whispers, taking a deep breath to steady himself. "I trust you two." His voice is rough with emotion as he steps even closer, wrapping an arm around each of their waists possessively.

They all look at Hector expectantly, waiting for his signal to begin. Hector glances down at his phone, making sure that the camera app is open and ready before setting it on a nearby table.

My heart feels like it's about to burst out of my chest as I wait for Hector's signal. Mark's body is warm against mine, his hand resting possessively on my hip while the other holds onto me tightly around the waist. Hector watches us intently from behind his phone screen, a knowing smile playing on his lips. I can barely contain my anticipation any longer; it's like an electric current running through every inch of my body. Finally, I hear him whisper, "Begin whenever you're ready."

With shaking hands, I reach up and tug gently at the hem of my blouse before raising it over my head. Mark's eyes widen as he watches me reveal my black lace bra, his breath quickening against my neck. His hand moves from my hip to grasp at my waist, pulling me closer still as his fingers trail upward, skimming over the smooth skin of my stomach and finally coming to rest on the thin fabric of my panties.

My heart is racing as Mark's touch ignites a fire within me. I glance over at Hector, watching as he films us with a mix of desire and curiosity in his eyes. The feeling of being so exposed, yet desired by both of them fills me with an intensity that makes my whole body tingle. Unable to resist any longer, I reach down and slide my hand between my legs, finding myself already wet and aching for their touch.

I moan softly as my fingers press against my swollen clit, arching my back in pleasure. Mark growls low in his throat, the vibration sending shivers down my spine. His other hand slides up to cup my breast, massaging and squeezing roughly before pinching at my nipple through the lace of my bra. I cry out, my hips bucking against him as the sensation overwhelms me.

My heart skips a beat as I hear Hector's words. The thought of taking Mark's cock into my mouth sends a jolt of desire through me, making my pussy clench in anticipation. Without hesitation, I lower myself to my knees in front of him, reaching out to free his hard length from his jeans. He groans as I wrap my hand around him, stroking slowly up and down his shaft while looking up at Hector with a mixture of desire and challenge in my eyes.

My tongue darts out, swiping across the head of Mark's cock before taking him deeper into my mouth. I moan around him as he fills my senses, bobbing my head up and down in time with his thrusts. My free hand reaches back to grip at Hector's growing bulge through his pants, encouraging him to join in on the fun.

"Fuck, Angel... you're so good," Mark groans, pulling roughly at her hair as he loses control. "I'm close..."