Jack put his plan into action.

Jack spent much of the evening formulating his plan of attack, pacing around in the confines of his study like a caged tiger and listening to the sounds of the house around him.

Once things had quieted down enough and it was well and truly night he slipped from the room and stalked down the hallway.

He spied Sharon sitting in the darkness of the living room, face illuminated by the glow of her phone. From that faint smile that tugged at the corners of her mouth he could tell she was texting her lover.

Another swell of rage came up from his stomach like a bout of nausea.

He sent a continuing feeling of shame, guilt and disgust her way. His temples began to throb with the effort, but he was rewarded by a sudden look of distaste colouring Sharon’s features. Eventually she put her phone down, ignoring it even as it vibrated with life.

Jack smiled and went to bed.

The next morning he made sure to be up bright and early. He was showered, shaved and had fixed up coffee and the makings of a large breakfast.

The girls met him first and he made sure to send them a burst of joy and security as they sat down at the table. He served them both scrambled eggs and was given an enthusiastic thank you in response as the beaming girls began to devour their breakfast. Amber even came over and kissed his cheek in an unusual display of affection.

Sharon came down, hard-faced and ready for war in her business suit. She scowled at Jack, but that expression died on her face as he sent a battery of lust at her. Suddenly she couldn’t look at him, hastily getting herself a cup of coffee and muttering a muted “thanks” before retreating from the kitchen.

Jack couldn’t contain his smirk as he drove to the office.

When he returned home that evening he grabbed himself a beer and wandered by the living room. Once again Sharon was sitting there, using her phone. He repeated the process of the previous night, sending feelings of disgust and shame at her until she stopped her texting.

He stood by and counted. One one thousand. Two one thousand. Three one thousand. And then walked into the room under the pretext of taking a discarded book he had placed on the coffee table that morning. A wave of lust was sent her way once again and to his delight she was beet red as she watched him go about his business before pointedly looking away.

Jack retreated from the room, but grinned to himself with the knowledge that he was making headway.

The process continued for a few more days, Jack feeding her lust and disgust depending on the context. He could tell it was starting to work when Sharon begun to grit her teeth whenever her phone lit up, gingerly handling the device just long enough to check that it wasn’t work related.

But things took a turn one night when Jack awoke desperately needing a glass a water. Blearily he stumbled from bed and shuffled down the hallway to the kitchen like a zombie. His attention was immediately caught by a flickering light coming from the otherwise dark living room. Curiosity overriding his exhaustion, he moved closer to investigate.

Peering in he caught sight of the tv playing a familiar video. He recognised himself, twenty years younger, shirtless and smiling against the backdrop of a tropical vista. Sharon’s youthful face also popped up on screen, serenading him with some outdated pop song. This was his honeymoon he realised.

There was a faint moan that suddenly caught his attention. He tilted his head minutely around the corner and felt his eyes bulge in his head.

Sharon was sitting on the sofa, completely nude and with her legs splayed out in welcoming. One hand was palming and squeezing her significant breasts, while the other worked desperately to frig herself off while her cunt began to drip and glisten with desire.

Jack had never seen his wife so brazenly horny. It was slutty and whoreish, yet he noted that she was fixated on the screen the whole time, fucking herself to the images of the life she used to have with him.

He felt a sense of triumph bloom in his chest. He had almost fixed his wife and very soon he would pluck the fruit of his labours…