Nope.

Josh is still going strong. God, what the hell is taking him so long? Rick probably creamed in his pants the minute he saw you like this. You suppose it doesn't matter that you're incapable of tricking yourself in the manner he proposed. It doesn't matter now, anyway, because no such tricks are needed at the moment. You really did have **** but to seduce Josh after he caught you dressed the way you are, but not even Rick's twisted logic could help you enjoy what's happening now. Maybe you can help yourself, though.

Rick's proposition was utter nonsense. You want to make that clear, but something inside you stirred as you read it, even if only for a second. You refused to acknowledge it at the time, but now you're ready to admit it. You're a little turned on by the idea of Rick blackmailing you into sex. You wouldn't be if he actually did, but it makes for a pretty hot roleplay scenario. You just can't act it out with Rick. You told him no for a reason, and that reason is currently on top of you. You certainly can't act it out with Josh, either, but maybe you can with yourself. If you close your eyes, maybe you can convince yourself that it's Rick who's fucking you.

As you think it, you realize that you've already been doing it, and immediately feel ashamed. You have no idea how long you've been imagining him there above you, in place of your husband, fucking you against your will because your will has been taken out of the equation. Fucking you because you have **** but to lie there and let it happen, because he's got dirt on you. That makes it's your fault. If you weren't such a dirty slut, then there would be no dirt to hold over you. You put yourself in this position, so you deserve to be taken advantage of and oh, fuck, he feels so good!

You keep your eyes shut tight, afraid that they'll betray your thoughts to Josh, and so you only see Rick because you have **** and oh, my God, you're cumming! "Oh, my God, I'm cumming!" you scream in Josh's ear.

It's the first time he's made you cum in years, only it wasn't really him, was it? You convinced yourself that he was Rick, then played out his proposal in your head, but it still didn't work like he said it would. You still feel guilty, even though you only cheated in your mind.

Suddenly, Josh pulls out, and you wonder if he finally came, too, but no. It turns out that he didn't, and you're flipped over onto your stomach, then dragged down the bed by your ankles until you're bent over the edge of it. You know what this means, and so create the space neccessary for him to elevate your ass by wedging a pillow between you and the mattress.

You may have exaggerated the unchanging nature of your sex life, but only a little, because every once in a while, you allow him to come through the back. You didn't mention this in your rant because it, too, is always done in adherence to an established routine. That's how you know what he's doing right now. He's retrieving a bottle of lube from atop his dresser. So yeah, sometimes Josh fucks you in the ass, too, but only on special occasions.