Capítulo 95: Happiest Marriage

Julia, my wife, is sprawled across the bed, her body tangled with those of two young and healthy studs and their absurdly large rods. They move with a practiced rhythm, their muscles straining as they pleasure her from both ends. Her screams of ecstasy fill the room, a symphony of betrayal and humiliation. The air is thick with the scent of sweat and sex, the sheets soaked in the evidence of her infidelity.

I stand frozen in the doorway, my eyes locked on the scene before me. Julia glances over, her gaze meeting mine, and a mocking leer spreads across her face. It's a look that says everything: disdain, superiority, and a twisted sense of satisfaction at my impotence. She doesn't stop, doesn't even slow down. Her eyes bore into mine as she lets out another cry of pleasure, her body arching beneath that of her boytoys.