Her Husband Is Back

Her husband pulled away after the tight hug to his wife and went for a quick shower. 

After her husband left, Liz stayed in bed thinking about whether she should give her husband another chance to fulfill her desires. She was very hesitant to step into the new zone, to become the unfaithful wife... Even after all he had done to her. 

She started going through all the things she had been through with her husband. He was treating her well when they had just got married. He had helped her move on in the darkest time of her life. He had been a good husband, although he had been more aggressive year by year. 

Deep inside her mind, she still thought maybe she should give him another chance. Maybe if she was more proactive, he would treat her better. He could pay more attention to her... 

When her husband finished the shower and got into their bed, Liz couldn't hold back her curiosity any longer. She wanted to know if he was feeling the same way tonight. She climbed on top of him. She looked at him lovingly before speaking up. "I want you tonight, please." 

"Sorry, honey… Not tonight. I am already exhausted." Her husband replied and pushed her down from his body. She can smell alcohol from his breath. 

Her heart sank immediately. This was not the response she was hoping for. She felt a sting of rejection. Liz sighed heavily disappointed that her husband wasn't interested in satisfying her needs. Maybe she misunderstood his earlier affection. Liz couldn't help but wonder if he was cheating on her. 

But maybe just her nonsense guessing again, maybe she should just take matters into her own hands instead, just like last time. She slowly untied her robe, and slid off her shoulder, exposing her large breasts. She tried again pleading with her husband. "Please...just tonight. We haven't done this for a long time" She begged seductively while looking into his eyes pleadingly. 

"Sorry honey, I don't feel so well tonight. I had some drinks with my colleagues on the airplane. Maybe next time." Her husband rejected her again without any hesitation. 

Liz laid there silently, as she listened to her husband's breathing slow down. She knew that next time might not be coming anytime soon. She understood without him saying it aloud. His body language spoke volumes. This wasn't the first time he had rejected her, but it hurt more every single time. Liz felt alone and unloved. She didn't know what to do. She wanted to be faithful to him forever but desperately wanted to be desired, too. She couldn't help but feel like something was missing. She needed someone to fulfill her desires. 

Liz sat on the edge of the bed staring blankly ahead. Tears rolled down her cheeks as she thought about all the times her husband turned away from her. How many nights did this happen? Wasn't he supposed to care enough to satisfy her needs? With a heavy heart, she thought about how unfair life was. Why did she have to live such a lonely existence? 

She continued to reminisce about her life. She used to have a great husband before him. He was her first husband, Jay's biological father, who had always fulfilled her desires. But he had passed away 10 years ago leaving her and her son alone in this world. It was the darkest moment of her life. She had been always sad, depressed, and helpless. And then, this man sleeping next to her now went into her life and helped her out of the lowest point in her life. A couple of years later, she married him. She was happy at that time. She felt like fate gave her another chance, but she just couldn't feel his existence anymore. Liz felt more alone than ever. She didn't understand what she needed to do to make him want her anymore. And yet, here she was all alone again, feeling disconnected from everyone around her, except her own son. She needed to connect again desperately. 

The memories of her former husband filled her mind as she thought about her son. There was no doubt about it, that her son was everything she wished she had as a child. Even though she knew it was wrong, she couldn't resist his charm, as sometimes she seeing her ex-husband's face in her son's. She could hardly bear such a painful reminder of what she had lost. She had never believed in love at first sight until it had happened to her with her ex-husband. Her mind wandered back to those years when she used to fantasize about being fucked by her ex-husband. Those memories brought out feelings of sadness and excitement. 

"Maybe her own son would be the best solution if she has to find another man somehow?" The thought made her smile slightly, but it also brought out the feelings of guilt and shame inside her. She hated herself for thinking these things. Yet, despite everything, she still found herself wanting more. It seemed like such an obvious answer. She didn't really want to be unfaithful to her husband. Moreover, she couldn't accept herself to have an illicit relationship with another stranger outside her marriage, not even her friends or colleagues. If anyone could help her get what she wanted, it would definitely be her own son, even though they were biologically related. He loved her unconditionally and he is her ex-husband's life's extension, especially when she saw his bulge earlier tonight... 

Moreover, the thought of having sex with her own son was enough to turn her on every time. Liz had never experienced this kind of feeling before. She felt guilty about her attraction to her son, but it just made her feel excited instead. She wished she could keep it all under control, but it was impossible. She tried to ignore, but once she started thinking about her own son, all the thoughts started racing through her mind. His muscles rippled as he ran around the house. His chest heaved with each breath. His hair flowed over his shoulders, just like his dad. Everything about him drove her crazy. She couldn't stop thinking about fucking her son. No matter how hard she tried now, she couldn't deny that part of her liked the idea of having his thick meat into her body. 

However, she knew she shouldn't connive to her son, by accepting whatever he requested. To turn the situation to her advantage, she would play on his emotions and make him crave more of her love. 

But on the other side of her, her conscience kept pricking herself: What if someone else found out about their taboo relationship between her and her son? What would happen if it was the worst case scenario, her husband found it out? Those were the questions that constantly haunted her. It's not something she wanted to think about. She didn't want to even consider the possibility. There are many ways that could go wrong. As long as she kept this secret to herself, she could live with it. But if anyone else ever discovered her darkest desires, she knew it would be her downfall. 

She sighed heavily, knowing there wasn't anything she could do about any of it. All she could do now was hope that no one ever found out what happened between them. Otherwise, she'd have nowhere left to run. 

She laid back in the bed and closed her eyes tightly, trying desperately to block out all thoughts of sex. 

For now, she just wanted to enjoy some quiet time alone before going to sleep. She slipped into her pajamas and curled up under the covers. She turned off the bedside lamp and listened to the sounds of silence around her. 

She lay back down slowly, taking stock of what had just happened. A part of her wished she could erase those memories from her mind completely, another part wondered why she hadn't done anything sooner. What would have changed if she'd acted differently? Would things have turned out differently? Would her son be happier? 

She closed her eyes tightly, trying desperately to ignore the thoughts racing through her head. She couldn't help but wonder how far things might go between them if they ever met face-to-face. Would he still see her as his mother? 

With a shake of her head, she realized that tonight wasn't a night for sleep. She had too much energy, too many fantasies pent up inside her. 

Sleep can be a tricky thing for those who are experiencing stress or arousal. It's normal to have trouble sleeping when you're worried or preoccupied with something. Unfortunately, she got the second one. A few moments after she tried to relax in bed, another wave of arousal crashed over her body. "Ugh…" Liz groaned, closing her eyes tightly as she tried to relax, hoping that maybe it was just stress-induced hyperventilation. Perhaps she'd just been experiencing a buildup of sexual tension for so long, since she had experienced too many things and had too many thoughts in one day?