In a heartbeat.

"Oh, baby..." Gemma purrs as she melts into your embrace.

The remainder of your trip is a delirious whirlwind of rampant fucking, leaving a trail of bodily fluids all over your holiday house in every room and on every surface. Gemma can barely walk by the time you need to return home, and you feel as if your cock could just about fall off from overuse. You manage to clean the house up in a state of exhaustion while she sleeps peacefully on the couch, and load up your bags into the car. For much of the drive back, her lips are glued to the base of your cock, sucking away as you make your way back through the mostly empty roads. The drive home takes an extra two hours, as you stop on the roadside to fuck each other's brains out at least half a dozen times - so strong your desire for each other is.

You already feel her absence minutes after dropping her off at her home, and a part of you wants to turn your car around and get her immediately so the two of you can disappear forever. But you know it's not that easy, and it doesn't take long for you to do what only feels right from this point on. Your wife is completely in shock when you ask her for a divorce, blindsided by your request and oblivious as to the reason why. She is inconsolable, and a large part of you feels tremendous guilt. After all, you still do love and care for her, and know that your decision has caused her great pain. But you know you can't continue lying to her, running around behind her back, and most importantly, you know you can't live without Gemma in your life. You tell your wife some of the truth - that you're not happy and you haven't been in a long time, you don't want to drag it out to the point where you resent her or come to hate her.