Relapse

Chris Abbott normally worked from home on Friday, and Emily usually tried to give him a few hours of peace to work. But today she was feeling especially sweet and loving, and appreciative of the good life he gave her, so she went out and got some of his favorite cookies.

She put on some lingerie she smuggled downstairs that morning and crept up the stairs, avoiding the spots that she knew creaked. And then she opened the bedroom door, with a little sashay, only to find her husband tugging on his cock ... to interracial porn.

"Chris ... fucking again?" Emily cried out. Her husband looked shock to see her.

"I'm ... sorry," he said, "we have a new girls at work who has a black boyfriend, and I just couldn't help but think ..."

She sighed, sitting down beside him, his cock shriveling up. There was no escaping the addiction. They had to resolve this another way.