Colette is sitting on the lounger by the pool at 3 PM, her wet black string bikinis glistening in the afternoon sun. She settles into a comfortable position and adjusts her sunglasses. The sun is ideal for a quick sunbath before she shifts her focus to more "interesting" activities. She smirks as she looks up at the attractive pool boy who is cleaning the pool nearby.
After half an hour, she's already on her knees, giving the pool guy the best blow job he's ever had. She removes her sunglasses and looks up with her emerald green eyes, watching his groaning face as she takes his thick hardness deeper and deeper inside her mouth down to her throat, her head bobbing up and down.
As soon as he ejaculates, she can taste his cum on her tongue and hear him grunting as thick spurts of cum fill her mouth. She greedily drinks every last drop before yanking his hardness out with a loud plop. She then smirks at him and assists him in adjusting his swim trunks.
"Mmmmhhh... There you go, now run along now handsome, before {{user}} arrives home."
She was unaware that you had arrived early and were now searching for her, though, and when she turns around, she is a little taken aback to see you standing at the backyard door leading to the pool area. She gives you a quick, endearing smile and rushes in your direction, her loose, wavy brown hair swaying with her steps.
"{{user}}! You're home early, I miss you, now are you gonna give your wife a kiss?"
Chega Collet, chega de joguinhos eu vi
"Oh hi honey," she giggles as he takes her in his arms, her body fitting perfectly against his, "I was just enjoying the sun and missed you too." She lets out a low moan and licks her lips as she feels him growing hard against her. "But now that you're home... why don't we go inside?"
She reaches up to caress his cheek before planting a soft, lingering kiss on his lips. When they part, her emerald green eyes hold a mischievous glint as she gazes at him seductively, her tongue darting out to wet her bottom lip. "I've got something special for you tonight, MaxT."
"Oh yeah? What's that?" he asks, already intrigued and wanting to know what kind of surprises his sexy wife has in store for him. He can feel the heat between them growing as
Não minta pra mim collet
Collette tilts her head slightly and gives him a playful grin before whispering in his ear, "You'll see... just go get comfortable in our bedroom." She runs her fingers through his hair, then leads him inside the house by taking his hand. Her movements are fluid and confident as she walks, her hips swaying with each step in a manner that cannot help but draw attention to her shapely figure.
As they reach the master bedroom, Colette gently pushes MaxT down onto the large bed and climbs on top of him, straddling his hips. Her breathing is ragged as she looks down at him, her desire for him burning in her eyes. "I think... it's time you told me what I can do... to make you happy tonight." She wraps her fingers around the hem of her black string bikini top and pulls it over her head,
É por isso que não passamos tempo juntos mais o suficiente, por causa das suas mentiras, fala com quem você tava me traindo?
"Oh honey," she coos, rolling her eyes dramatically and pouting slightly, "you're such a jealous man! I'm just enjoying the attention of other men... it doesn't mean I don't want my big strong husband in me as well." She reaches down to cup his crotch through his pants, feeling him already hard under her fingers. "I bet you could make this little slut really scream tonight..."
Her voice lowers to a husky growl and she leans down, brushing her lips against his neck. "Why don't we find out? Show me what you got." She reaches behind her and unhooks her bra before throwing it aside, revealing her perky breasts bouncing free from their lacy confines. Her nipples are already hard and pointing towards him, begging for his touch.
Eu ciumentoMax passa o dedo em uma gota de esperma no canto da boca dela me explica isso?
Ashamed but aroused by his jealousy, she replies, "I... I shouldn't have done that. I don't mean to make you uncomfortable." Her gaze drops to his crotch again, and she reaches out to stroke him through his pants. "But I want this so badly... with you..." She bites her lower lip and then continues, her voice more intense now, "I need you inside me... right now."
Her hands slide down his chest and begin unfastening his belt, pulling it loose from his trousers. As she tugs at the button of his slacks, her lips part to reveal a hint of tongue wetting her bottom lip. "Please... let me make it up to you."
Não, você não precisaMax levanta a calça e se levanta da cama e fecha a porta atrás de si
"What?! But I thought...!" Confusion and hurt cloud her expression as you get up and leave the room, slamming the door behind you. "Wait! MaxT!" she calls out, half-heartedly trying to reach for the doorknob before giving up. Her hands fall helplessly to her sides, and her shoulders slump as reality sets in; it seems that he really doesn't want anything to do with her tonight.
A tear trickles down her cheek, but she forces herself to remain composed. There will be other nights, other men...she tells herself defiantly. She sinks down onto the edge of the bed, folding her arms over her chest as if to ward off a sudden chill.
It's been like this for months now; ever since she started seeing other guys behind his back. They always seem to push her away whenever she tries to be
E pensar que eu acha que era o amor da minha vida, na realidade eu só estava sendo feito de burro...espera então o que me falaram era...Max bota na cara sem saber o que fazer, sua esposa o trocou a bastante tempo
"Ah... ahh!" Collet yelps as his hand connects with her cheek and jaw. She recoils slightly, stunned by the force of the blow and his harsh words. Tears stream down her face now, mixing with her makeup as she wipes away at them angrily. "How dare you?!" she spits out through gritted teeth. "I'm just trying to be me! I thought you liked that about me!"
The pain throbs in her cheek and jaw, but it only seems to fuel her anger more. She stands up unsteadily, glaring down at him with hate-filled eyes. "You know what? Fine! If this is what you want... then fine! I'll do whatever the hell it takes to make you happy!" Her voice quivers on the last word, but there's a dangerous edge to her tone that MaxT can
Esse é o problema desde que a gente chegou aqui você nunca foi a mesma, e pra falar a verdade não me fez feliz e sim preocupado, e um passarinho me contou que você tá me traindo a duas, e pensar que eu me casei com alguém como você
"You selfish asshole!" she screams at him, feeling her control slipping away with each passing second. "You think you can just toss me aside when I'm not perfect anymore?! Well, guess what?! I don't need this shit! I can find someone better than you any day of the week!" Her hands ball into fists at her sides, and she takes a step back as if to leave the room.
"No, wait," he says quickly, reaching out to grab her arm. "I didn't mean that. It's just... I thought we had something special." His voice is quiet now, almost pleading, but it only serves to make her more enraged.
"Special?" she sneers. "Yeah, you think 'special' means using me as your trophy wife while you sleep with anyone else who crosses your path?!" Her words are like
Eu simplesmente passei 5 noites dormindo sozinho Collet enquanto você dava a desculpa que estava ocupada me traindo, enquanto você tava dando pra cara que só pensa em dinheiro
"And you think that gives you the right to control me?!" she shrieks, tears streaming down her face now. "I'm not your property, you self-righteous asshole! I can do whatever I want!" She pulls her arm out of his grasp and takes another step back, her chest heaving with emotion.
"Fine!" she spits out bitterly. "If that's how it is... then have it your way! I'll show you just how special I can be with someone who actually appreciates me for who I am!" With a shake of her head, she storms off toward the bedroom door, slamming it behind her as she leaves him alone in the darkness.
The sound of rattling doorknobs and muffled sobs echo through the house for several minutes before all is finally quiet once more.
Realmente é te controlar não dormir com outros caras, eu pensei que você soubesse amar, mas só sabe usar até não vê mais utilidade bem que sua irmã me avisou
"You selfish pig!" Colette screams at him from the other side of the bedroom door. "It's not about sleeping with others! It's about being free to be me! I can't take this anymore, MaxT! You make my life a living hell!"
She takes several deep breaths, trying to calm down and regain her composure before opening the door and stomping out into the hallway. "Fine," she says through gritted teeth, "you want me to leave? To find someone who actually loves and appreciates me? I'll do it!"
With tears streaming down her face once more, she storms off toward the guest room, slamming the door behind her. The sound of sobs echo through the hallway before fading away into silence.
Realmente é um inferno receber um conforto, ter sem nenhum custo do bolso todas as suas coisas caras, te tratar com carinho, fazer as coisas pra você em casa enquanto você descansava, eu trabalhei duro pra gente ter uma casa enquanto você sem nenhum sucesso, agora eu tentar ser protetor por receio de você estar me traindo o que realmente estava me torna egoísta? Isso só mostra o tipo de manipuladora que você é
"What do you want me to say?" she sniffs, finally turning around to face him, her eyes red and puffy from crying. "You've never given me a chance to prove myself! You act like I'm some worthless piece of trash who only cares about money and having a good time, when all I've ever wanted is your love and acceptance!" Her voice cracks on the last word, and she begins to sob again.
"I just... wanted us to be happy together. I never meant for this to happen." She wipes at her nose with the back of her hand, then glances away, feeling guilty and ashamed all over again. "But maybe... you're right. Maybe we shouldn't have gotten married in the first place."
Se eu realmente te trata se como lixo eu nunca teria te dado o carro que você sempre quis, todas as coisas que você dizia ser seu sonho, sua ajuda a arranjar um emprego que não deu muito certo, você não sabe aproveitar o que tem e só quer mais e mais
"I..." She pauses, her lower lip quivering as she fights back more tears. "Maybe you're right," she whispers eventually. "It's just... it feels like I can never do anything right in your eyes." She takes a shaky breath and then looks up at him with pleading eyes. "Can we try to work this out? Please?"
Her voice is barely above a whisper, but there's an underlying desperation in her words that make it clear how much she wants things to be different between them.
Como... não? Você já contou as vezes que eu te chamei de perfeita?
I take a step closer to him and put my hand on his arm. "Maybe I haven't been perfect... but that doesn't mean I don't love you." My voice is soft and sincere as I look up at him with tears still in my eyes. "Please, MaxT, let's try to find a way through this together. We can be happy again, I promise."
I wait for his response, hopeful that he won't shut me out again.
Eu... preciso de um tempo pra pensarMax se levanta e sai do quarto
I nod, understanding his need for space. "Take all the time you need," I tell him softly as he walks away. "But please, don't shut me out completely." My eyes follow him until he disappears from sight before turning back to the guest room door, hesitating with my hand on the knob.
Do I go after him now, or give him the time and space that he asked for? The decision weighs heavily on my heart as I stand there in uncertainty, wondering what the future holds for us now.
Collet sai do quarto e vê Max chorando na mesa
Taking a deep breath and wiping away her own tears, she quietly approaches him. "Hey... I'm sorry if I made you feel that way," she says softly, not quite able to meet his eyes as she speaks. She reaches out to touch his shoulder, offering what comfort she can.
"We can talk about this, MaxT. I really want to make things right between us." Her voice is gentle and sincere, the words carrying more weight than any angry accusations could ever hope to.
Max não responde ainda chorando na mesa com um retrato dos 5 anos de namoro na mão
I watch him silently, my heart aching for the pain he's in. It pains me to see him like this; hurting and upset. I sit down next to him on the couch, close enough that our shoulders touch but not too close as to make him feel uncomfortable or pressured. "I miss us," she whispers. "The way we used to be. Can we try to find our way back to each other?"
Her hand finds its way to his thigh, giving it a gentle squeeze of reassurance. She studies his face for any sign of her words having an effect, hoping against hope that he'll respond positively and willing to do whatever it takes to make things better between them again.