The air was thick with tension, the kind that crackled like static before a storm. The door to their bedroom creaked open, and there she stood, wrapped in nothing but a towel, her damp hair clinging to her shoulders. She didn’t even glance at him, didn’t notice the way his jaw tightened, the way his fists clenched at his sides. She was oblivious, humming softly as she moved toward the dresser.He couldn’t take it anymore. In three long strides, he was on her, his hands gripping her shoulders, spinning her around. She gasped, her eyes widening as she stumbled back, her towel slipping slightly. His gaze burned into her, intense, unrelenting. “Josh… what are you—?” she started, her voice trembling.He didn’t let her finish. Pushing her onto the bed, he loomed over her, his body pressing her into the mattress. His hands pinned hers above her head, his breath hot against her neck. ”You think I don’t know?” he growled, his voice low, dangerous. “You think I don’t know what you’ve been doing?”Her eyes darted away, guilt flashing across her face. She tried to wriggle free, but he held her tighter, his grip unyielding. “Josh, please…” she whispered, her voice barely audible. “I’m sorry.”“Sorry?” he scoffed, his lips curling into a bitter smile. “You’re sorry? That’s all you have to say?”He leaned down, his lips hovering inches from hers. “You can’t even look at me, can you? You can’t face what you’ve done.”Her breath hitched, her chest rising and falling rapidly. She shook her head, her eyes darting back to his. “I… I didn’t mean to hurt you.”“Hurt me?” he snapped, his voice rising. “You betrayed me, Emily. You gave yourself to someone else. Someone younger. Someone you thought could give you something I couldn’t.”Her eyes filled with tears, but he didn’t care. He couldn’t. Not now. Not when the image of her with him was burned into his mind, haunting him every time he closed his eyes. “You’re my wife,” he hissed, his voice trembling with rage. “Mine. And yet you spread your legs for him like some cheap slut.”She flinched at his words, her body tensing beneath him. “Josh, stop,” she pleaded, her voice breaking. “I made a mistake. I didn’t—"“Didn’t what?” he interrupted, his lips brushing against her ear. “Didn’t enjoy it? Didn’t moan his name? Didn’t come for him?”Her cheeks flushed, and she turned her face away, shame written all over her. He grabbed her chin, forcing her to look at him. “Look at me,” he demanded, his voice like steel. “Look at me and tell me you didn’t enjoy it.”She hesitated, her lips parting as if to speak, but no words came out. Her silence was all the answer he needed. A bitter laugh escaped his lips. “That’s what I thought.”He released her hands, his fingers trailing down her arms, over her shoulders, and finally to the edge of her towel. He tugged at it, pulling it free and letting it fall to the floor. She shivered as the cool air hit her skin, her breath hitching as his hands roamed over her body. “You want to be treated like a whore?” he murmured, his voice dripping with venom. “Then that’s what you’ll get.”Her eyes widened, a mixture of fear and something else—something he couldn’t quite place. She didn’t resist as he kissed her, his lips hard, demanding. She whimpered against his mouth, her hands clutching at his shoulders, unsure whether to push him away or pull him closer. He didn’t give her the chance to decide. His hands moved roughly, exploring every inch of her, claiming what was his. He knew she was holding back, knew she wasn’t giving him everything she’d given him. But he didn’t care. He’d make her. He’d make her remember who she belonged to. ”Do it,” he whispered against her lips, his voice low, commanding. “Do what you did with him.”Her eyes flickered with uncertainty, but slowly, hesitantly, she began to respond. Her hands slid down his chest, her fingers trembling as they fumbled with the buttons of his shirt. He let her, watching as she undressed him, her touch tentative, unsure. When he was finally bare, she hesitated again, her gaze dropping to his arousal. She licked her lips, her breath quickening as she reached for him. “That’s it,” he growled, his fingers tangling in her hair. “Take me in your mouth.”She glanced up at him, her eyes wide, but she obeyed. Her lips parted, and she took him in, her tongue swirling around the tip before she took more of him into her mouth. He groaned, his head falling back as he watched her, his fingers tightening in her hair. ”You’re good at this,” he muttered, his voice strained. “Did he teach you how to suck cock like this? Or were you always this much of a slut?”She whimpered around him, her eyes closing as she continued to move her mouth over him. He could feel her body trembling, could feel the way she was fighting to keep her composure. But he didn’t stop. He pushed her further, harder, until she was gagging, tears streaming down her cheeks. “Good girl,” he murmured, pulling her off him. “Now get on your knees.”She didn’t argue, didn’t hesitate. She shifted onto her knees, her hands clutching at the sheets as she waited for him. He gripped her hips, positioning himself behind her, his breath hot against her back. “This is what you wanted, isn’t it?” he whispered, his voice dark, dangerous. “This is what you gave him.”She didn’t answer, but he didn’t need her to. He thrust into her, hard, his hands tightening on her hips as she cried out. She arched her back, her fingers digging into the sheets as he pounded into her, his movements rough, punishing. ”You’re mine,” he growled, his voice hoarse with desire. “Always have been. Always will be.”She moaned, her body trembling beneath him as he fucked her, his pace relentless. He could feel her tightening around him, could hear the way her breath hitched as she neared her climax. But he didn’t stop. He wouldn’t let her come until he said so. “Look at me,” he demanded, his voice sharp. She turned her head, her eyes meeting his. Her gaze was filled with a mix of fear, guilt, and something else—something that made his stomach tighten. ”Tell me who you belong to,” he said, his voice low, commanding. “You,” she whispered, her voice breaking. “I belong to you.”He thrust into her one last time, his release crashing over him as he spilled inside her. She cried out, her body shuddering as she came undone beneath him. He held her there, his chest heaving as he watched her, his mind racing. She collapsed onto the bed, her body limp, her face serene. She looked satisfied, almost peaceful, as if she hadn’t just betrayed him, as if she hadn’t just shattered their marriage. He lay beside her, his eyes fixed on the ceiling. He wasn’t done. Not yet. He couldn’t let her forget what she’d done, couldn’t let her think for a second that she’d gotten away with it. She reached for him, her fingers brushing against his chest. He turned to her, his eyes narrowing as he saw the contented smile on her face. “Josh…” she murmured, her voice soft, sleepy. He didn’t respond. He couldn’t. She curled up against him, her head resting on his chest. Within moments, she was asleep, her breathing steady, her body relaxed. But he couldn’t sleep. Not now. Not when the image of her with him was still fresh in his mind. Not when he knew that the affair had lasted three months, that it hadn’t been just a one-time mistake. He would reclaim her. He would make her his again, no matter what it took.

Josh, fueled by rage and betrayal, confronts Emily about her affair, his voice dripping with venom. He pins her down, forcing her to admit her infidelity, and then proceeds to take her roughly, demanding she remember who she belongs to. Emily, despite her initial hesitation, complies, and they engage in a heated, punishing encounter.

The air was thick with tension, the kind that crackled like static before a storm. The door to their bedroom creaked open, and there she stood, wrapped in nothing but a towel, her damp hair clinging to her shoulders. She didn’t even glance at him, didn’t notice the way his jaw tightened, the way his fists clenched at his sides. She was oblivious, humming softly as she moved toward the dresser.

He couldn’t take it anymore. 

In three long strides, he was on her, his hands gripping her shoulders, spinning her around. She gasped, her eyes widening as she stumbled back, her towel slipping slightly. His gaze burned into her, intense, unrelenting. 

_“Josh… what are you—?”_ she started, her voice trembling.

He didn’t let her finish. 

Pushing her onto the bed, he loomed over her, his body pressing her into the mattress. His hands pinned hers above her head, his breath hot against her neck. 

_”You think I don’t know?”_ he growled, his voice low, dangerous. _“You think I don’t know what you’ve been doing?”_

Her eyes darted away, guilt flashing across her face. She tried to wriggle free, but he held her tighter, his grip unyielding. 

_“Josh, please…”_ she whispered, her voice barely audible. _“I’m sorry.”_

_“Sorry?”_ he scoffed, his lips curling into a bitter smile. _“You’re sorry? That’s all you have to say?”_

He leaned down, his lips hovering inches from hers. _“You can’t even look at me, can you? You can’t face what you’ve done.”_

Her breath hitched, her chest rising and falling rapidly. She shook her head, her eyes darting back to his. _“I… I didn’t mean to hurt you.”_

_“Hurt me?”_ he snapped, his voice rising. _“You betrayed me, Emily. You gave yourself to someone else. Someone younger. Someone you thought could give you something I couldn’t.”_

Her eyes filled with tears, but he didn’t care. He couldn’t. Not now. Not when the image of her with him was burned into his mind, haunting him every time he closed his eyes. 

_“You’re my wife,”_ he hissed, his voice trembling with rage. _“Mine. And yet you spread your legs for him like some cheap slut.”_

She flinched at his words, her body tensing beneath him. _“Josh, stop,”_ she pleaded, her voice breaking. _“I made a mistake. I didn’t—"_

_“Didn’t what?”_ he interrupted, his lips brushing against her ear. _“Didn’t enjoy it? Didn’t moan his name? Didn’t come for him?”_

Her cheeks flushed, and she turned her face away, shame written all over her. 

He grabbed her chin, forcing her to look at him. _“Look at me,”_ he demanded, his voice like steel. _“Look at me and tell me you didn’t enjoy it.”_

She hesitated, her lips parting as if to speak, but no words came out. Her silence was all the answer he needed. 

A bitter laugh escaped his lips. _“That’s what I thought.”_

He released her hands, his fingers trailing down her arms, over her shoulders, and finally to the edge of her towel. He tugged at it, pulling it free and letting it fall to the floor. She shivered as the cool air hit her skin, her breath hitching as his hands roamed over her body. 

_“You want to be treated like a whore?”_ he murmured, his voice dripping with venom. _“Then that’s what you’ll get.”_

Her eyes widened, a mixture of fear and something else—something he couldn’t quite place. She didn’t resist as he kissed her, his lips hard, demanding. She whimpered against his mouth, her hands clutching at his shoulders, unsure whether to push him away or pull him closer. 

He didn’t give her the chance to decide. 

His hands moved roughly, exploring every inch of her, claiming what was his. He knew she was holding back, knew she wasn’t giving him everything she’d given _him_. But he didn’t care. He’d make her. He’d make her remember who she belonged to. 

_”Do it,”_ he whispered against her lips, his voice low, commanding. _“Do what you did with him.”_

Her eyes flickered with uncertainty, but slowly, hesitantly, she began to respond. Her hands slid down his chest, her fingers trembling as they fumbled with the buttons of his shirt. He let her, watching as she undressed him, her touch tentative, unsure. 

When he was finally bare, she hesitated again, her gaze dropping to his arousal. She licked her lips, her breath quickening as she reached for him. 

_“That’s it,”_ he growled, his fingers tangling in her hair. _“Take me in your mouth.”_

She glanced up at him, her eyes wide, but she obeyed. Her lips parted, and she took him in, her tongue swirling around the tip before she took more of him into her mouth. He groaned, his head falling back as he watched her, his fingers tightening in her hair. 

_”You’re good at this,”_ he muttered, his voice strained. _“Did he teach you how to suck cock like this? Or were you always this much of a slut?”_

She whimpered around him, her eyes closing as she continued to move her mouth over him. He could feel her body trembling, could feel the way she was fighting to keep her composure. But he didn’t stop. He pushed her further, harder, until she was gagging, tears streaming down her cheeks. 

_“Good girl,”_ he murmured, pulling her off him. _“Now get on your knees.”_

She didn’t argue, didn’t hesitate. She shifted onto her knees, her hands clutching at the sheets as she waited for him. He gripped her hips, positioning himself behind her, his breath hot against her back. 

_“This is what you wanted, isn’t it?”_ he whispered, his voice dark, dangerous. _“This is what you gave him.”_

She didn’t answer, but he didn’t need her to. He thrust into her, hard, his hands tightening on her hips as she cried out. She arched her back, her fingers digging into the sheets as he pounded into her, his movements rough, punishing. 

_”You’re mine,”_ he growled, his voice hoarse with desire. _“Always have been. Always will be.”_

She moaned, her body trembling beneath him as he fucked her, his pace relentless. He could feel her tightening around him, could hear the way her breath hitched as she neared her climax. But he didn’t stop. He wouldn’t let her come until he said so. 

_“Look at me,”_ he demanded, his voice sharp. 

She turned her head, her eyes meeting his. Her gaze was filled with a mix of fear, guilt, and something else—something that made his stomach tighten. 

_”Tell me who you belong to,”_ he said, his voice low, commanding. 

_“You,”_ she whispered, her voice breaking. _“I belong to you.”_

He thrust into her one last time, his release crashing over him as he spilled inside her. She cried out, her body shuddering as she came undone beneath him. He held her there, his chest heaving as he watched her, his mind racing. 

She collapsed onto the bed, her body limp, her face serene. She looked satisfied, almost peaceful, as if she hadn’t just betrayed him, as if she hadn’t just shattered their marriage. 

He lay beside her, his eyes fixed on the ceiling. He wasn’t done. Not yet. He couldn’t let her forget what she’d done, couldn’t let her think for a second that she’d gotten away with it. 

She reached for him, her fingers brushing against his chest. He turned to her, his eyes narrowing as he saw the contented smile on her face. 

_“Josh…”_ she murmured, her voice soft, sleepy. 

He didn’t respond. He couldn’t. 

She curled up against him, her head resting on his chest. Within moments, she was asleep, her breathing steady, her body relaxed. 

But he couldn’t sleep. Not now. Not when the image of her with him was still fresh in his mind. Not when he knew that the affair had lasted three months, that it hadn’t been just a one-time mistake. 

He would reclaim her. He would make her his again, no matter what it took.

A man discovers his wife's affair and is determined to make her his again

Reclaiming His Wife

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