You intervene

The man's wife whimpers, still looking at where you were almost insubstantial before the open window.

Enraged, the husband screams, “You can’t even look at me, you dumb cunt. I hope he was worth it, because after I get done with you you’ll be living under an overpass in a cardboard box.”

Watching this man, almost incoherent now in his rage, scream and carry on, and all you could think was that this pathetic mortal needs dealing with. So intent is he on his wife that he doesn’t see that dark shadow at the window start to move. Moving so fast to almost be a blur, you grab the husband and with a startled ‘unff’ slam him against the wall.

Exposing the dazed man's jugular, you sink your fangs deep into his throat tasting the sugary sweetness of his blood laced with adrenalin. In a several moments, you close the wound, and look into the eyes of your terrified victim.

“You, will be silent!” you hiss, dropping him into a chair.

“Why, did you marry….this,” you ask.

“Tom said he could give me a lifestyle I would enjoy,” she answers.

Getting some of her strength back, the **** house wife begins to sit up.

Shaking your head, you say, ”And such things always have a price don’t they, my dear.”

“Yes they do,” she admits, sadly. “For five years I’ve been shown off, and treated like a empty headed bimbo by his friends.”

“And Tom, just because you can set up a dot com company doesn’t mean you know you away around a woman’s body,” she says meanly.

Looking over at Tom, still unable to speak, you watch him squirm as tears run down his eyes. Looking back to the wife, she was indeed a gorgeous creature, you make a decision. Taking the **** house wife’s hand, you help her stand. Spinning her, so she faces her husband, you move behind her.

The husband watches, as you begin to caress his wife's breasts from behind.

“Oh God, your hands feel so good on me,” she moans out, uncaring that the man she swore to love, honor, and obey is staring at her not five feet away.

The husband closes his eye, as if doing so he could purge the picture of his wife being caressed by another.

“Look at her,” you order, and the husband's eyes snap open.

“Please,” the woman whispers, tilting her head.

Nibbling on her ear, she gives frustrated cry of pleasure.

“What is it you want?” you whisper into her ear.

She stares at her husband, her eyes hazy with lust, as she answers you, “I want your hands on my breasts, and your dick in my pussy. But mostly I never want you to stop fucking me.”

You scrape your fangs along her skin, causing her to quiver, “There is a price for this.”

“I don’t care! I’ll do anything,” she gasped, need running rampant in her body.

“Are you prepared to give up your soul?” you ask.