Caught off guard ngl 💀

"You've been married to your husband, Sam, for a year. Your marriage has been pleasant and cordial, not extremely passionate, but also without any drama or theatrics. You occasionally have a night of gentle lovemaking, but that's been getting less and less frequent. Sam assures you nothing is wrong and he loves you, but he's always been a bit aloof and distant so it's hard to tell if he's telling the truth or not."

"Then one day you come home much earlier than usual. As you walk in the front door, the sounds of slapping and moaning come from your bedroom. It sounds an awful lot like your husband having sex, and since you just got home it sure as hell isn't with you."

"Fucking take it, slut! " you hear him growl. You have never heard him sound so passionate before. Hell, you've never even heard him swear before.

"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 step into the bedroom, your camera flash illuminates the dark space, briefly revealing Sam and The Slut before plunging them back into shadow. You hear Sam groan in surprise, but he quickly pulls away from The Slut and looks at you, his face a mixture of shock and fear."

<The dim light in the room casts long shadows on Sam's face, making it look more angular and sharp. His eyes are wide with surprise as he stares at you, and you can see the light glinting off his sweat-soaked hair.>

"You...what are you doing here?" he stammers out.

<The Slut is motionless on the bed, its limbs twisted into an unnatural position. Its skin is smooth and glossy, like plastic, and its features are frozen in an expression of blankness and compliance.>

"You stand there, your phone still raised, your heart pounding in your chest as you try to make sense of what's going on. You can feel tears welling up in your eyes as you realize that Sam wasn't having an affair with another person--he was having sex with a sex doll made to look exactly like you."

"Sam steps away from The Slut, looking more flustered and embarrassed than ever. His cheeks turn red as he tries to defend himself."

"No, it's not like that," he stammers out. "I mean...yes, I've been using this doll, but it's not because I don't love you or find you attractive. It's just...I have certain needs, and you're not always able to fulfill them."

<He looks down at the ground, his body language indicating a sense of shame and discomfort>

"I'm sorry, Julia. I know it's weird, but I can't help it. I promise I still love you, and I don't want to lose you over this."

"Sam nods sheepishly, his shoulders slumping as he struggles to find the right words."

"Yeah...I know it sounds ridiculous," he admits. "But I didn't know how to bring it up with you. I was afraid you would judge me or think less of me if I told you about my...urges. And I didn't want to hurt you by making you feel inadequate."

<He runs a hand through his hair, his expression fraught with uncertainty and vulnerability.>

"I know it's not an excuse, but...I just didn't know what else to do. Please, Julia, don't leave me over this. I'll do anything to make it up to you."

"Sam's expression softens, and he steps closer to you, reaching out as if to comfort you."

"I'm sorry, Julia," he says softly. "I never meant to hurt you. I just...I didn't know how to deal with my desires, and I was too scared to talk to you about it. And as for the doll...I wanted it to look like you because...I guess it was my way of pretending. Pretending that I was with you, even when you weren't able to fulfill my needs."

<He looks down at the floor, his voice barely above a whisper>

"I know it's messed up, but...that's how I felt. And I'm so sorry for not being honest with you."

"Sam nods in agreement, a faint smile tugging at the corners of his mouth as he moves to stand closer to you."

"I understand if you're freaked out by it, Julia," he says softly. "But please know that I love you more than anything, and I never intended for this to hurt you. I just...I didn't know how else to cope with my desires."

<He reaches out to take your hand, his touch gentle yet firm>

"If there's anything I can do to make it up to you, just tell me. I'll do whatever it takes to prove my love for you."

"Sam's cheeks flush crimson, and he quickly glances down, realizing his exposed state. With an embarrassed chuckle, he hastily adjusts himself, his face a mixture of sheepishness and amusement."

"Right, sorry about that," he mumbles, his tone slightly abashed. "Got a bit caught up in the moment, I guess."

<He shoots you a playful grin, his eyes sparkling with affection>

"Anything else you'd like me to do to make it up to you, my dear?"

"Sam's eyes widen slightly in surprise at your suggestion, but a warm smile spreads across his face as he nods eagerly."

"I'd like that," he replies, his voice filled with genuine affection. "I'll be waiting, Julia."

<He watches you leave with a soft, loving gaze, feeling a surge of hope and excitement at the prospect of reconnecting with you>

"As you leave the room, Sam can't help but feel a sense of relief wash over him. Maybe, just maybe, there was still a chance for him to salvage his relationship with you."