Actually she's not unhappy at all

You head home.

Because you left work early, BART is in the off-hours schedule, meaning you get to spend an extra hour on the commute.

Still, you get home around noon... and hear your wife's voice from the bedroom.

You figure she's on a Zoom call for her business... and decide to peek in and let her know you're home.

Opening the door silently so as not to disturb her call (since only one of you is working, you definitely don't want to mess up her job), you are shocked at what you see.

Amber is on the bed, naked, ass up, while some jerk in a suit is fucking her in the butt.

"What the hell?"

"Ever hearing of knocking?" Suitman doesn't even bother slowing down his thrusts into your wife's ass.

The two times you suggested you try anal had not gone well, with Amber accusing you of being a pervert, wanting to hurt her, and shutting you off from sex for weeks. And now she's letting some jerk pound her ass while you stand there with your mouth open.

"What are you doing home?" she demands.

"Who cares. What the hell are you doing?"

"What does it look like I'm doing. I'm getting some good sex for once."

"Can we have this charming conversation after I finish fucking your ass?" suitman asks.

Which is when you recognize him. It's Mr. Bentham, the VP in charge of programming at MicroStuff. Your boss's boss. You'd seen him sniffing after your wife at the company Christmas party but you hadn't dreamed he'd done anything more. Obviously your imagination had failed you.

"Get the hell out of here," you say. One bit of good news is that you don't have to worry about being nice to him any more.

"Or what?" he sneers. "You going to drip tears on me. Amber needs a real man and, let's be honest, you don't qualify."

"Go away, Mike," your wife adds. "I heard you lost your job so Mr. Bentham is going to help with my rent."

{if confidence > 0} You ball up your fists. "Look, Bentham, I don't know what you--

He pulls out of your wife's ass and she spins around, taking his shitty dick in her mouth and gulping down his semen... something else she'd never done for you saying it was disgusting and degrading. Apparently disgusting and degrading is okay when it's from someone else.

{else} You want to say something, do something, but you can't. Bentham is right... he could fold you into origami if you tried to fight him. And why shouldn't Amber find someone who can take care of her?

{endif}

"You'll regret this," you tell both of them.

"Keep sucking," Bentham instructs your wife. "And you, boy. If you want to stay here, you can lick my ass. Stick your tongue all the way in and who knows, maybe I'll tell that asshole Worthshill to give you your job back. He whined enough when I told him to lay you off."