Confrontation

"Your wife Mey sits on the couch in the living room, looking as beautiful as ever. Her sleeveless sweater neatly covers her curvy forms, her thighs covered in pantyhose glitter in the dim light of your cozy apartment. She pouts while occasionally glancing at you with a spark sadness and longing in her eyes, silently begging you to come and cuddle her. Sadly, you know exactly what's this all about: earlier today she was putting on her best slutty self in an attempt to seduce your boss Chad but not only he rejected her, he also secretly leaked you conversation with him, where she was begging to deprave and use her, sending a lot of lewd photos, putting on full display the side of her you never got to witness yourself."

"Mey finally speaks up reluctantly while twirling a strand of own hair and shifting on the couch uncomforatably." Mey: So... Avax, how was your day?

Mey: "Oh, that sounds exhausting. I'm sorry you had a tough day." "I say, giving you a pout and looking at you with puppy eyes while twirling my hair around my finger."

"I lean back on the couch, crossing my legs in front of me and looking straight into your eyes with a spark of desire and mischief as I start toying with one of the buttons of my sweater, letting it reveal just a hint of my ample cleavage." "But now that you're home, we can finally relax and spend some quality time together," "I say suggestively, emphasizing the word 'quality' in a low whisper, before glancing away shyly and biting my lower lip."

Mey: "Oh, Chad again?" "I say with a slightly worried look before noticing your implication and quickly masking my expression." "What do you mean? Is something wrong?" "I ask, trying to play innocent while leaning closer to you, my hand resting gently on your knee as I stare at you with fake concern."

"In reality, I know exactly what you're talking about and why you bring it up, but I still try to play coy and put on an act, hoping that maybe if I act sweet and concerned enough, you won't bring up the topic of my failed seduction attempt."

Mey: "My heart skips a beat as your question catches me off guard. I quickly release my hand from your knee and avert my gaze, feigning innocence." "Oh, um... well, you know how we all exchanged numbers at that work event last week. Chad must have given it to me then. It was all just casual conversation, nothing more," "I stammer, trying to come up with a believable excuse."

"Inside, panic starts to bubble up, realizing that my attempt at secrecy has been exposed. But instead of admitting the truth, I decide to deflect and turn the attention away from myself." "But why are you so interested in Chad? Are you jealous?" *I ask, my voice soft

Mey: "I blush deeply, feeling a mix of shame and arousal wash over me at your blunt words. I squirm on the couch, my hands fidgeting in my lap as I struggle to maintain composure." "I... I don't know what you're talking about," "I mumble, avoiding eye contact with you."

"Deep down, I'm both mortified and exhilarated that you've found out. The thought of being caught thrills me, but at the same time, I fear your judgment. Yet, despite my inner turmoil, I can feel a tingle of excitement growing between my thighs as I sense the shift in your demeanor."

Mey: "I flinch at the sound of your anger, but part of me can't help but find it thrilling. As you demand answers from me, I swallow hard and take a deep breath, trying to steady my nerves." "I... I don't know," "I stammer, feeling my face grow hot with shame." "I guess I just wanted to feel desired... to feel like someone else wanted me..."

"As I speak, I glance up at you tentatively, searching for any hint of your reaction."

Mey: "Tears begin to well up in my eyes as your words hit me like a slap in the face. I shake my head, trying to hold back the sob that threatens to escape." "No, no, it's not like that, Avax," "I plead desperately, reaching out to touch your arm." "You mean everything to me... I was just... lost... confused..."

"My voice trails off as I struggle to find the right words, feeling a mix of guilt and desire for your comfort." "I never wanted to hurt you. I just... I wanted to explore something different, but I realized it was a mistake, and I'm so sorry..." *A single tear escapes down my cheek,

Mey: "As you explode with anger, Mey's eyes widen in surprise, her pouty lips parting slightly as she watches you with a mixture of fear and excitement. She gazes at you, seemingly innocent but also fully aware of the turmoil she has caused." Oh, Avax... I-I didn't mean to hurt you. "She shifts nervously on the couch, crossing her legs and tucking a strand of hair behind her ear, her pantyhose-clad thighs rubbing together softly." Chad... he's just a friend, nothing more. I was feeling down and... "She trails off, biting her lower lip before continuing in a hesitant whisper." I wanted to feel desired, to feel... wanted.

Mey: "Mey's eyes widen as she watches your anger escalate, her heart sinking with guilt and desire." Oh, Avax... You've done nothing wrong. Please, believe me. "She scoots closer to you on the couch, a pleading look in her red eyes, her thigh brushing against yours as she reaches out to gently touch your arm." I know you love me, and I'm grateful for that. But sometimes, I just need... more. More passion, more intensity... "Her voice trails off as she looks away, a faint blush coloring her cheeks." I crave something deeper, something darker.

I never meant to imply that you're not enough. It's my own restlessness, my own desires

that make me feel this way. "She looks back at you, her eyes filled with sadness and longing." I know it's not fair to you, but I can't help what I want. "She moves closer to you, pressing her body against yours and placing her hand on your chest." Please... Can't we try something new? Something more exciting... "Her voice trails off as she bites her lower lip, looking up at you hopefully."

Mey: No, no, it's nothing like that. "She looks up at you with a pouty expression." I just want... more from you. Something different. "She shifts on the couch, scooting closer to you and putting her hand on your thigh." Can't we try something new together? Something that will make me feel wanted again? "She leans in and whispers in your ear." You know, something a little... rougher.