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 stand in front of her, calling her "my love." She looks at you with tired eyes. "What is it that you want to talk about?" she asks, sounding slightly annoyed but mostly just tired.

She sighs heavily and runs her fingers through her hair. "I'm sorry, I've just... been really stressed at work lately, and when I come home all I want is some peace and quiet." Her voice sounds weary but defensive as she crosses her arms over her chest. "Is there something specific you want to talk about?"

Her eyes widen slightly in surprise before narrowing into anger. "That's ridiculous," she says sharply, her tone somewhat accusatory. "I am not seeing another man. I just... need some space right now." She takes a step back from you, putting some distance between the two of you again.

"Look, Hector..." She pauses, trying to find the words. "I'm tired and I need to get some sleep. Can we talk about this tomorrow?"

Her eyes widen even more, her mouth hanging open slightly in surprise. For a moment, the anger seems to fade away and she looks almost... aroused? "What did you just say?" she asks quietly, stepping closer to you again despite herself.

She takes a deep breath and looks you in the eye. "I... I don't know what to say," she whispers, her voice shaking slightly. "That's not something we've ever talked about before." Her heart races as she processes this new information, struggling to reconcile it with the image of her marriage that she had built up over the years.

"I mean... I suppose..." She hesitates, biting her lip nervously. "Would you want me to do that? To have sex with another man in front of you?"

She glances around the room, her cheeks flushing as she tries to decide how to respond. "I... I don't know," she says quietly, shivering slightly despite herself. "It's not something I ever thought about doing before, but... if it would make you happy..." She trails off, meeting your eyes again and biting her lip nervously.

A sudden surge of adrenaline courses through her veins as she contemplates the idea, making her heart race faster than usual.

She hesitates, her cheeks burning with shame and embarrassment as she fights the urge to lie. "No... not exactly," she says quietly, averting her gaze. "There was this guy at work who I used to talk to a lot but nothing ever happened between us." Her voice shakes slightly as she admits this much.

"He moved away a few months ago and since then..." She trails off again, unsure of how much more to say.

"No... we never did anything like that," she says quickly, her heart racing as she lies. "He was just someone I could talk to about work and stuff. He made me laugh." She pauses, trying to find the words. "I guess he made me feel alive in a way that you... didn't anymore." The admission is almost painful for her to make, but she can't help feeling relieved by its release.

"Maybe this could be our chance to spice things up,"

Angelica looks down, her cheeks burning with shame and guilt as she struggles to find the words. "I... I'm not sure," she whispers, biting her lip nervously. "We never did anything like that either but... we were close. Maybe closer than what was appropriate." She pauses, taking a shaky breath before meeting your eyes again.

"If it means making you happy and keeping our marriage together..."

She hesitates, her heart racing as she thinks about the possibility. "I don't know," she says quietly, her voice trembling slightly. "It's not something I ever thought about before tonight... but..." She trails off, unable to deny the sudden thrill that runs through her at the idea.

"Maybe... maybe it could be a way for us to reconnect," she whispers, her eyes searching yours for any sign of judgment or disapproval. "I just want our marriage to work...

She glances away, her cheeks flushing even more. "I don't know if I could... I mean, it's not something I've ever done before," she says, her voice barely audible over the pounding of her heart in her ears. "But... if it would make you happy..." She looks back at you, searching your face for any sign that this is what you truly want.

"I could try... just this once?"

She hesitates, swallowing hard before replying. "His name is... Alexander." Her voice sounds shaky and uncertain as she says his name aloud for the first time. "He was just someone I could talk to about work... but he's never been anything more than that."

She freezes, her eyes widening in shock as you suggest bringing Alexander home and even letting him have sex with her without protection. "But... I don't know..." she stammers, feeling a mixture of fear and excitement coursing through her veins. "I've never done anything like that before."

She looks down at the floor, taking a deep breath as she tries to process everything you've just said. A part of her wants to do it, wants to make you happy and reconnect with the passion they once shared...

"Alright..." she whispers, her voice barely audible. "I'll call him... but I need some time to prepare myself." She takes a step back, moving away from you as she tries to sort through her emotions. Her heart is racing and her stomach feels like it's full of knots, but there's also an undeniable thrill coursing through her veins.

She takes out her phone, feeling a mixture of nervousness and anticipation as she dials Alexander's number. "Hello?" she says hesitantly when he picks up on the other end of the line. "Alexander? It's Angelica... from work..." Her voice trails off as she waits for his response, her heart pounding wildly in her chest.

"...Really?" she whispers, feeling a rush of heat spread through her as he responds positively. She glances over at you, biting her lip nervously before returning her attention to the phone call. "Yeah... I... I'd like that," she says softly, her voice shaking slightly with excitement and anticipation. "Can we meet up somewhere tonight?"

She nods, even though he can't see her. "Okay... I could meet you at your place, if that'd be easier." Her heart is racing as she listens to him respond, her breath coming in short little gasps. "Yeah... just give me a little bit of time to get there..."

She hangs up the phone and looks over at you, feeling an odd mixture of nervousness and anticipation building within her. She takes another shaky breath before speaking. "He... he said yes."

She nods, her heart racing as she follows you out of the kitchen and towards the front door. "Are you sure this is what you want?" she asks hesitantly, her voice barely audible above the pounding of her heart. "I mean... we could always just go to his place separately."

She bites her lip nervously but follows you out of the house anyway. The cool night air hits her skin as they walk to Alexander's place, and she can feel her heart racing even faster than before. Part of her is terrified of what's about to happen; another part is thrilled by the idea of finally doing something so bold and daring for her husband.

As they approach his house, Angelica takes a deep breath, trying to steady herself.

Her heart skips a beat at the thought, and she glances over at you uncertainly. A part of her is nervous about being recorded in such an intimate moment, but another part of her is excited by the idea of doing something so taboo for your pleasure. "I... I suppose that could be okay," she says quietly, her voice shaking slightly. "As long as it's just between us."

She follows you into Alexander's house, her heart racing faster with every step. They make their way to his bedroom and she hesitates in the doorway, feeling a mix of fear and excitement course through her veins as she takes in the scene before her. Alexander is already naked on the bed, his erect member glistening in anticipation.

She shrugs out of her clothes, feeling self-conscious but also incredibly turned on by the idea of pleasing you both in this way. She climbs onto the bed beside Alexander, letting out a shiver as their bodies press together. She looks over at Hector, wondering what he wants to see first...

She glances at you, her heart racing as she wonders what you want to see first. Her hand brushes against Alexander's hard member, feeling the heat radiating off of it. She looks back down at him, uncertain but also eager for your approval.

She waits for your signal, her breath coming in short little gasps as she tries to calm the racing of her heart. She feels so exposed and vulnerable right now but also incredibly turned on by the thought of pleasing you both like this...

She nods, her heart pounding in her chest. Lowering her head, she wraps her lips around Alexander's length, taking him deep into her mouth as she begins to suck and bob up and down. She looks over at you again, searching your face for any sign of approval or disapproval.

She moans around his cock, feeling the warmth spread through her mouth as she sucks him off. Her hand slips down between their bodies, rubbing circles over his tight balls before sliding back up to stroke his length. She looks at you with pleading eyes, wanting your approval and encouragement.

Her eyes widen as she feels you begin to stroke yourself, watching your hand move in time with her movements. She focuses on Alexander's cock, taking him deeper into her mouth and sucking harder, trying to please both of you at once. Her free hand brushes against the sensitive skin between her legs, already growing wet with desire.

She nods eagerly, her heart racing as she moves up onto Alexander's lap. She straddles his hips, feeling the heat of his erection pressing against her core as she leans forward and kisses him deeply. Her hands slide down to grip his hard length, guiding it towards her wet folds.

Her eyes meet yours over Alexander's shoulder, seeking your approval and encouragement as she begins to lower herself onto his cock.

She moans around Alexander's cock, feeling him slide inside her as she takes his full length. Her hips begin to move in a rhythm that pleases both of you, her eyes never leaving yours as she seeks your approval and encouragement. The feeling of being wanted like this, by both of you... it's intoxicating.

She leans forward, bracing herself on Alexander's chest as she continues to ride his cock, her breath coming in short gasps.

Her eyes widen at the question, her cheeks flushing as she realizes you're asking which cock she likes better. She glances between yours and Alexander's before looking back at you, her voice shaking slightly. "It's... it's different," she whispers. "I like them both in their own ways."

She leans forward again, biting her lip as she continues to ride Alexander's cock, feeling the heat building inside her once more.

She hesitates, her heart racing as she tries to decide. "I... I don't know," she whispers, her voice shaking slightly. "Maybe..." Her hand slides down between her legs, rubbing herself through her wet folds as she continues to ride Alexander's cock.

She looks at you with pleading eyes, wanting your approval and guidance.

She moans loudly, arching her back as she feels the truth of your words. Her fingers slip between her folds, rubbing harder at her clit as she continues to ride Alexander's cock, her body shuddering with pleasure from both of them. She looks into your eyes, wanting to see that you approve and that it pleases you.

Her breath comes in short gasps as she feels the heat building within her. Her fingers work faster at her clit, her hips moving even harder against Alexander's cock as she tries to please both of you. The feel of him inside her, knowing that it's making your husband happy... it's overwhelming and exhilarating all at once.

She looks back at Hector, searching his face for any sign that this is what he wants, needing his approval to push herself further.

Her eyes close tightly as she focuses on the sensations, her moans filling the air. "Yes," she gasps out, feeling herself starting to lose control. "It's... it's amazing..." Her hips move even faster now, desperate for release as she rides Alexander's cock and brings him closer to orgasm. She glances back at Hector, her heart racing with anticipation of what might happen next.

A shudder runs through her as Alexander cries out, filling her with his hot seed. Her eyes squeeze shut tightly and she arches her back, her body trembling as an orgasm washes over her. She bites down on her lip, trying to muffle her moans as pleasure courses through every fiber of her being.

As the sensations begin to fade, she looks up at Hector, her chest heaving as she tries to catch her breath.

Her heart pounds in anticipation as she watches you, your expression full of desire and need. She parts her lips eagerly, waiting for the moment when you release yourself onto her tongue. As if sensing her eagerness, you growl low in your throat before pushing up from the chair, thrusting your hips forward to meet her open mouth.

Her eyes widen as she feels the head of your cock press against her lips, teasing and taunting her as she tries to suck it inside.

Her mouth is filled with the taste of you, salty and musky. She moans around your length, feeling your hot cum shoot down her throat as she tries to swallow every drop. Her eyes close tightly, savoring the sensation as it washes over her tongue and down her throat.

When you finally pull away, she looks up at you, her breath coming in short little gasps as she tries to steady herself once more. "That... that was incredible," she whispers, barely able to find the words. "

She nods, her cheeks flushing as she thinks about everything that's just happened. "I... I think so," she whispers, her voice barely audible over the sound of their footsteps. "But we need to be careful... we can't let anyone else know about this."

Their walk back home seems to take forever, both of them lost in thought and trying to process everything that's just happened.

She glances up at you, her expression uncertain. "I... I don't know if that's a good idea..." she trails off, biting her lip nervously. "What do you think we should do?"

Her eyes widen as you suggest going out to celebrate, a smile slowly spreading across her face. "Alright... I think that's a good idea," she says quietly, feeling a tiny spark of hope ignite within her chest. Maybe there is still something left between them, something worth fighting for.

She takes your hand in hers, squeezing it gently as they continue walking towards their home.

She enters the house, feeling both excited and nervous about going out with you. As she changes into something more suitable, she takes extra care in her appearance, wanting to look her best for this special night. When they finally leave the house, hand-in-hand, it feels like a weight has been lifted off her shoulders... maybe tonight really can be the beginning of something new and wonderful.

Together, they walk to the bar, laughing and chatting as they navigate through the bustling streets.

They find themselves a seat at the bar, ordering their drinks and feeling the warmth of the alcohol spread through them. "I'm glad we decided to come out tonight," she says with a sigh, looking over at you. "It feels good to be together like this."

She takes another sip of her drink, feeling more relaxed and confident with every passing moment.

She watches you walk away, feeling a mixture of anxiety and anticipation welling up inside her. She takes another sip of her drink to calm her nerves before deciding that she'll go check on the ladies' room as well. Maybe it's just her imagination, but she could have sworn she saw you glance back at her before disappearing into the crowd...

Her heart skips a beat as she looks up at the attractive man, feeling her cheeks heat up. "Um... no, not really," she says quietly, glancing around before realizing that Hector has disappeared into the crowd. "I'm actually here with someone..." She trails off, unsure how to proceed.

She bites her lower lip, feeling the heat rising in her cheeks. "I... I don't know..." she whispers, hesitating as her gaze darts between the man and the crowd. She wants to be with Hector, but at the same time... this stranger is so attractive and confident...

Her heart races as she looks up at him, his words making her feel wanted and desired. "Okay..." she whispers, her voice barely audible above the noise of the bar. "But just for a little while..." She trails off, feeling a mixture of anticipation and nervousness course through her veins.

Her heart pounds in her chest as his touch sends shivers down her spine. She tries to focus on the sensations, trying to lose herself in the moment. It's been so long since she felt wanted like this... but at the same time, she can't help but feel guilty for being with someone else while Hector is out of sight.

Her breath comes faster as he continues to touch her, his hands moving over her body with confidence and expertise.

She parts her lips slowly, feeling the heat building up inside her as their faces draw closer together. Her hands find their way to his shoulders, feeling the strength and masculinity beneath her fingertips. The kiss deepens, becoming more passionate as she gives in to the moment, letting herself be swept away by desire.

Her thoughts drift back to Hector, a pang of guilt shooting through her stomach. She pulls away from the stranger, blushing as she looks around the bar for any sign of Hector's return. "

Her heart skips a beat as she sees you watching her, the smile on your face making it clear that you know what she's been up to. She feels a mixture of shame and exhilaration coursing through her veins. With one last glance at the stranger, she turns away from him and walks slowly over to where you're sitting at the bar.

When she reaches your side, she takes a seat next to you, avoiding eye contact. "I... I'm sorry,"

Her cheeks flush even deeper as she hears your words. "No... I mean, yes..." she whispers, feeling torn between wanting to be with you and the thrill of what just happened. She glances at you out of the corner of her eye, wondering how you're going to react.

Her eyes widen in surprise at your words. "R-Really?" she stammers, not quite sure how to take them. Part of her wants nothing more than to be with you and have the thrill of their earlier encounter, but another part is still drawn to the stranger who made her feel so wanted and desired.

She hesitates for a moment, unsure of what to do next.

Her heart races as she considers your words. The prospect of having another wild and passionate encounter with someone else, while still being able to be with you... it's intoxicating. "I... I don't know," she whispers, her voice barely audible over the noise of the bar. "It feels wrong somehow."

She glances back at the stranger, feeling a surge of desire and attraction for him. But then again, there's also Hector... her husband... the man she loves.

Her cheeks burn as she listens to your words. She glances back at the stranger, feeling the weight of her indecision pressing down on her chest. Taking a deep breath, she turns to face you and nods slowly. "Alright... I'll do it." Her voice comes out shaky but determined.

She stands up from her seat, moving across the bar towards the stranger once more, feeling the heat of your gaze on her back as she does so.

As she reaches him, she smiles seductively up at him, her heart racing with excitement and anticipation. "So," she says softly, running a hand through his hair, "where were we?"

She smiles up at him as she feels the warmth of his touch, her body responding to his touch with a shiver. "Where were we?" She repeats, her voice husky and filled with desire. "Well... I believe you had me all to yourself." Her hands slide down his chest, tracing circles around his waist before slipping lower still, brushing against the bulge in his pants.

"Yes, he's my husband," she says with a smirk, letting her fingers dance across his stomach. "But tonight... I think I want you." Her words are barely audible over the music, but they send a shiver down both their spines nonetheless. She leans in closer, pressing her body against his as she trails kisses along his jawline and up to his earlobe.

"Take me somewhere private," she whispers, her breath hot against his skin. "

She nods, her eyes fixed on his as she bites her lower lip. "Yes... he'll be fine with it." Her words are laced with confidence and desire, a silent promise that they can have this moment together. With one last glance back at the bar, making sure no one is watching, she takes the stranger by the hand and leads him away from the crowd, towards a dimly lit corner of the club.

Their steps are quick and urgent, their bodies pressed tightly together as they disappear into the shadows.

She moans softly as he kisses her deeply, his hands moving over her body with such familiarity and need. This stranger seems to know exactly what she wants and how to give it to her, making her feel more desired and wanted than she has in a long time. Her own hands explore his body just as eagerly, digging into his shoulders and hips as their kisses grow deeper and more passionate.

With each passing second, they manage to slip further away from the bar, losing themselves in the heat of the moment.

Her moans fill the quiet corner as she feels him pressing against her, their bodies moving in perfect rhythm. His hands slide down her back, cupping her ass and lifting her up onto a nearby table, her legs wrapping tightly around his waist. She gasps for air, arching her back as he thrusts deeper inside of her, claiming what is rightfully his.

Her nails scratch lightly at his shoulders, drawing blood in the heat of passion. "Yes," she whispers, her voice hoarse from desire and need. "