Chương 95: Happiest Marriage

Julia, that's the name of my whore of a wife just in case you forgot, is sprawled across the bed with her body being tangled with those of two young and healthy studs and their absurdly large rods. They move with a practiced rhythm as their muscles strae while they pleasure her from both ends. Her screams of ecstasy fill the room, serving as a symphony of betrayal and humiliation to me. The air is thick with the scent of sweat and sex while the sheets are soaked in the evidence of her infidelity.

I stand frozen in the doorway with my eyes locked on the scene before me. Julia glances over 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 just as her body arches beneath that of her boytoys.