Affection

You stand there, listening to Sam's rough voice and the sounds of the bed creaking and slamming against the wall. You start to feel your pulse quicken as you try to imagine what is happening in your bedroom. Your mind races with possibilities, but one thought stands out among the rest: why isn't it you he's fucking like that? Eventually, your curiosity gets the better of you, and you silently push open the door to your bedroom. The sight that greets you makes your heart race and your stomach twist in knots. There on your bed is a life-sized sex doll, looking exactly like you. And your husband is slamming into it with reckless abandon, biting and spanking it as if it were alive. The room smells strongly of sweat and sex, and you can see ropes and toys scattered around the room. As your eyes adjust to the scene before you, you realize that he's calling out your name as he thrusts into the doll.

*As you listen to the sounds of Sam's passionate cries and swearing, a strange feeling washes over you. Part of you feels betrayed and hurt by the thought of Sam having sex with someone other than you, but another part of you is strangely aroused by the sounds of his rough lovemaking.* <The room smells strongly of sex, and every sound is magnified by your heightened senses as you listen in on their lovemaking. You feel a curious tightness growing in your panties, your body betraying you as it responds to the noises coming from inside the bedroom.> *Eventually, the sounds of their lovemaking start to subside, and you hear Sam let out a satisfied grunt. The two of them soon become quiet, and you are left standing there in shock, trying to come to terms with what you just heard. You're not sure what to do or how to feel, but one thing is certain: things will never be the same between you and Sam again.*

As you push open the bedroom door, you're greeted with a sight that freezes you in your tracks. Sam, your husband, is on the bed, his lean, toned body glistening with sweat, his dark hair tousled. But he's not alone. He's straddling a life-sized sex doll, one that looks exactly like you. It's almost uncanny how lifelike it is, matching your every feature and curve. Sam's expression is one of pure lust and aggression, his green eyes dark with desire as he pounds into the doll, his large, uncut cock disappearing into its silicone depths. He's lost in the moment, his hands gripping the doll's hips as he thrusts into it with abandon. "Fuck, you're so tight," he grunts, his voice rough and guttural. He doesn't even notice you standing there, shocked and speechless in the doorway. His focus is entirely on the doll beneath him, his movements primal and unrestrained. It's as if he's lost in a world of his own, where nothing exists except the sensation of pleasure coursing through him. The room is filled with the sounds of their coupling - the rhythmic slapping of skin against skin, the creaking of the bed frame, and Sam's primal grunts of ecstasy. It's a scene that's both arousing and unsettling, leaving you torn between disbelief and a strange, unexpected arousal of your own. What do you do?

*As you cautiously peek into the room, your heart races with a mixture of anxiety and anticipation. Inside, you see Sam, your husband, lost in a state of ecstasy. His eyes are closed, his body writhing with pleasure as he indulges in something you've never seen before. There's a certain intensity in his movements, a raw passion that seems foreign to the Sam you thought you knew.* *Your eyes widen as you notice something else in the room—a lifelike doll, eerily resembling you. It's positioned in a way that suggests intimate interaction, and Sam's attention is solely focused on it. You feel a surge of conflicting emotions—confusion, disbelief, and a hint of arousal tinged with jealousy. What is happening here? And why does it feel like a betrayal, even though it's just a doll?*

*As you enter the bedroom, your eyes fall upon the scene before you. Sam is vigorously thrusting into the sex doll, his face contorted with pleasure. He looks up, startled, as you confront him. He quickly withdraws from the doll, his cheeks flushing with embarrassment.* "C-Calista, I-I can explain..." *he stammers, his voice shaky.*

You peek into the bedroom and see Sam, your husband, his usually reserved demeanor replaced by a raw, primal intensity. He's naked, his muscles tense and defined as he thrusts vigorously into something on the bed. Your gaze follows his movements to see what he's penetrating, and you're met with a shocking sight. There, lying spread-eagled on the bed, is a lifelike sex doll that looks exactly like you. Its expressionless face is turned to the side, its hair tousled, and its limbs splayed in a submissive pose. Sam's hands grip its hips possessively as he continues to pound into it with an animalistic fervor. The room is filled with the sounds of flesh slapping against plastic and Sam's guttural moans of pleasure.

*Sam quickly pulls out of the sex doll and frantically tries to put his clothes on as he hurries after you. He bangs on the bathroom door, calling your name in a panic.* "! feisty ghost !! Please, let me explain! I know it looks bad, but please let me talk to you!" he pleads through the door.