His mind races.

Harry listened intently, drinking in every word as he stroked his cock; they were really fucking. One drunk night together after starting this new adventure, she was fucking his best friend, and he loved it.

His wife was being taken by another man; no, she wasn't being taken. She wanted this just as much. Her moans, her lack of fight at Adam's words. But he was right; this wouldn't be the last time.

Harry didn't want it to be the last time.

Harry's breath quickened as he listened to the sounds of pleasure emanating from the bathroom. His mind raced with visions of Adam's hands roaming over his wife, making her gasp and moan. He felt himself nearing climax, his muscles tense and ready to unleash. With a groan, he released every ounce of pleasure; ropes of cum spilt onto the floor near the bathroom door.

His heart raced as he scrambled towards his room, not wanting to be seen in this weak state. He couldn't help but feel a desire to speak with Lottie and assure her that it was all going to be alright. Fear lurked at the back of his mind. What would she think of her husband enjoying this? But he refused to acknowledge it further, pushing on towards his room.