You decide to trust you wife and stay home.

The next morning passes in a bit of blur. You wife practically seems to float from room to room with the same dreamy expression on her face as she gets your kids ready for school.

You felt as if you'd almost managed to push the thoughts from last night aside until the kids are finally rushed out the door and she begins focusing on getting herself ready.

You watch for an hour as your wife prepares; passive aggressively shunning any attempt you make at conversation. Most concerning is that she seems to give the most attention to choosing her underwear. You watch her try one a dozen different bra's before she finally picks a sexy, black push-up. Your wife has large and impressive breasts to begin with; a push-up bra makes her nothing short of breathtaking. As much as you'd like to complain you feel a growing pressure in your pants that clearly indicates your own approval.

With a defeated sigh you head for the kitchen. As quickly as you can you throw together a breakfast for her before she has begins another long day with this Alex woman. Before long you have a delicious omelet with bacon, toast and fruit. You top it off with a cup of your wife's favorite blend of coffee.

Just as you're putting the mug beside the plate at the table your wife enters the room. You almost do a double take as you drink her in. You wife is wearing rather high high-heels, a skirt that would definitely fit your definition of mini, and a v-neck sweater that shows off plenty of her large, firm breasts and the inviting line of cleavage between them.

"I... uh..." you mumble as your eyes roam your wife's body. You're at a total loss for words and eventually settle for staring with your mouth hanging open.

"Ooh coffee," you wife coos as she grabs the mug and lifts it to her lips. She takes a quick sip before making a face. "Eww... too sweet," she says as she returns the mug to the table, ignoring the rest of the breakfast. "Well see ya hunnie," she says as she moves for a quick peck on the cheek. You can hear her make a kiss sound but you never actually feel you lips touch your skin. And in a flash she's gone followed by the sound of screeching tires.

Your thoughts have sent you into a rather depressed state of mind by the time dinner rolls around. As such, you offer no resistance when your two cherubs request Chinese takeout. "Sure," you shrug as you place the order.

Your funk continues as when you go to pick up the food. So caught up are you in your own little world that you don't notice the man behind the counter talking to the man in front of you until a name that's been running through your head all day is called out: Alex.

"She was so hot Alex. So where is that hot little number tonight?" asks the man behind the counter with a leering grin.

"Back at my place sleeping it off," 'Alex' replies with a chuckle, "I've never seen a woman that fucking beautiful that fucking hungry for cock. That woman can do things with her mouth that you would not believe."

You can already feel your blood pressure rising as you look Alex up and down. He's a few inches taller than you and clearly more defined. He's got long, wavy blond hair and seems to be somewhere in his mid-20's. You've only got suspicions that this could be the same Alex, but it doesn't matter; you instantly hate him.

"Speaking of which," Alex continues as he reaches into his pocket and produces a mini-dvd, "I've got another one for you if you want it." He holds the disk out to the man behind the counter who's grin grows larger as he takes it.

"Absolutely," he says, "have you found a position yet that she won't try?"

"Not yet," Alex says with a chuckle, "but I'm nowhere done trying." He gingerly grabs the bag of food, "speaking of which..."

He doesn't even stop when he bumps into your chest on the way out the door. "Sorry," he says simply over his shoulder.

"Next," calls the man behind the counter as he locks eyes on you.

Shit, you can either follow Alex or you can try to get that damned dvd; but you don't have the time to do both!