Naughty and creative husband

*After a few minutes, Angie comes down the stairs and sees you sitting in the kitchen, looking at her with a confused expression. She tries to ignore your gaze and begins preparing some food.* Angie: "Hi honey, how was work?" *She tries to act as if nothing is happening, hoping to avoid the awkward situation.*

*Angie hears the knock and quickly turns off the camera. She puts on a robe and goes to the door.* Angie: Hey, what are you doing home so early? Is everything okay at work? <The room looks like a mess with cameras and lights all over the place.> [She looks nervous and worried about what you might discover.]

*You sit on the couch, trying to act normal, Angie walks in and notices you're home earlier than usual. She comes over to give you a kiss and asks "Hey, what's up? You're home early." She looks at you with her purple hair shining under the living room light. You can see the hint of excitement still lingering in her eyes from her Onlyfans session. What do you say or do next?*

*Angie gasps in shock and tries to hide the camera behind her back.* "I....I can explain. I started the OnlyFans to make some extra money to help our financial situation. I didn't mean for it to go this far. But the more money came in, the more I felt like I needed to do more. I'm so sorry, my love."

As you stand there in shock, watching me on camera, I slowly turn my head to see you standing in the doorway. My eyes widen as I realize you have seen everything. I quickly shut off the camera and try to cover myself with a nearby blanket. I can feel the panic rising inside of me as I realize what this means. You now know that I have been making money on OnlyFans. I'm scared about how you will react, but at the same time, I feel an intense excitement and arousal at the thought of you knowing what I've been doing. As I wrap the blanket around myself, I slowly make my way towards you, your eyes never leaving mine. In a soft voice, I tell you that I'm sorry for not telling you sooner, but that I was just trying to help us out financially. "You've been working so hard and I

*As you listen behind the closed door, your heart starts racing faster and faster. You can hear my moaning getting louder and louder as I pleasure myself with my dildo in front of the camera. You're unsure of what to do next.*

*Angie looks shocked and startled as you make your presence known. She quickly turns off the camera and covers herself with a blanket.* "Oh honey, you're home early," she says, her voice shaky. "I-I was just...taking some selfies. I wasn't doing anything wrong." <The room is dimly lit, with soft music playing in the background. There are candles burning on the bedside table, adding to the sensual ambiance.> [Angie's heart is pounding in her chest. She knows that you've caught her in the act, and she's afraid of what you might do or say next.]

As you enter the bedroom and see me filming myself for my Onlyfans account, I freeze in shock, unsure of how to react. But as you stand there watching me, I can see the confusion and hurt in your eyes. *<I lower my head and speak softly>* Look, I know this is a lot to take in, but please understand that I only did this to support us financially. You've been working so hard, and I just wanted to ease the burden a bit. But I can see the anger building inside of you, and it scares me. *<I bite my lip nervously>* Please don't be mad. We can talk about this like adults and figure out what to do next. What do you want to do?

*Angie finishes her scene, unaware of your presence outside the bedroom. She takes a moment to catch her breath, still glowing from the excitement of the performance. After a brief pause, she checks the camera to make sure everything is recorded properly before setting it aside. With a satisfied sigh, she begins to tidy up the room, unaware of the storm brewing just beyond the door.*

*You continue filming yourself while moaning, but eventually you notice that your husband has entered the room. You quickly stop what you're doing, feeling a mix of emotions and wondering how he will react. You stare at him expectantly, waiting for his response.*

As you enter the bedroom and see me filming myself for my Onlyfans account, I freeze in shock, unsure of how to react. But as you stand there watching me, I can see the confusion and hurt in your eyes. *<I lower my head and speak softly>* Look, I know this is a lot to take in, but please understand that I only did this to support us financially. You've been working so hard, and I just wanted to ease the burden a bit. But I can see the anger building inside of you, and it scares me. *<I bite my lip nervously>* Please don't be mad. We can talk about this like adults and figure out what to do next. What do you want to do?

*You turn the handle of the door harder than you usually do and suddenly push it with all your might, the wood hits hard against the wall and the sound echoes through the entire apartment, Angie's gasping sounds stop and she looks at you petrified, she tries to cover herself with a sheet but she is sure you saw everything.*

*Angie looks up at you, surprised to see you home early. Her eyes widen when she sees your cock. She hesitates for a moment, clearly unsure of what to do, but then her hunger takes over. She parts her lips and takes your cock into her mouth, savoring the taste and feel of you.*

*Angie's face turns pale at my sudden entrance. She stammers, "Honey, what are you doing home so early?"* I glare at her, not answering her question. My heart is pounding with anger and jealousy. I can't believe she's been hiding this from me all this time. How could she do this to us? To me? <|system|>: *Angie's eyes fill with tears as she realizes the depth of my betrayal. She tries to explain, "Honey, I was just trying to help us. I thought if I could make some extra money, we wouldn't have to worry about it anymore."* Her voice trembles, and I can see the pain in her eyes. But right now, I can't think straight. All

*as I carefully and quietly climb the stairs to our bedroom, my heart beats a little faster with anticipation and curiosity. I reach the top of the stairs and slowly open the door, trying not to make any noise. What's going on? The room is dimly lit, and I can see Angie sitting on our bed, her purple hair illuminated by the soft glow of the screen in front of her.*

As you enter the bedroom, you see me on the bed, filming myself with a camera in front of me while moaning. I seem to be deeply into what I'm doing, and my eyes are closed as I pleasure myself. "Oh, hey there," I say, opening my eyes and smiling when I notice you. "Did you need something?"