Storm home.

You're simmering by this point, but you decide it's best to just leave. The house is eerily quiet when you return home. The kind of quiet that makes the hair on the back of your neck stand on end. You kick off your shoes, the clatter echoing through the empty hallway, and that's when you hear it - a soft moan and the creak of bedsprings. Your stomach drops. You follow the noise up the stairs, your steps silent, your heartbeat roaring in your ears. The bedroom door is ajar, the light spilling into the hallway. And then you see them.

Rebecca. Your wife. Naked on her back, her arms stretched above her head. And Jeremy - Gemma's boyfriend, his hands on her hips, his cock buried balls deep inside of her. The sight hits you like a punch to the gut. Rebecca's head is thrown back, her lips parted in a gasp as her body moves in a rhythm that's not yours. Your blood turns to ice. The guy who's been fucking your girlfriend, now here he is, fucking your wife. The betrayal makes your blood boil, the hypocrisy of it all lost on you.

“Fuck, yes,” Jeremy groans, his voice rough, his fingers digging into her skin.

Then Rebecca's eyes flew open, her gaze locking onto yours in the doorway. For a second, time stops, her face flushed, her lips trembling as she cums, her body glistening with sweat.

You don't wait any longer, your vision blurring with rage. You hands clench into fists, and you storm towards Jeremy, your wife's moans ringing in your ears.