You storm into the office

Anger builds up in you as you watch your husband enjoying the services of the shameless secretary. As he is about to reach his climax and the head in his lap turns into a blur, going up and down on his twiching cock, you can not hold yourself back anymore and storm into the office.

"Leave my husband alone, bitch!" you manage to shout at the top of your voice, trembling with righteous anger. The blond woman, startled by your ****, is still on her knees, her right hand still stroking your husband's cock as she turns her head in amazement to face you. You quickly deal two heavy slaps on both her cheeks, hoping that this will teach her not to tresspass in your sexual territory.

At first she seems taken aback, but as she regains control of herself she rises from the floor and towers menacingly over you. You gulp down uneasily, reassesing the risk you just took by attacking this tall athletic woman. You have just realized that typing was perhaps not one of the criteria she had been hired for.

"She has the body of a top athlete!" you manage to think to your self before a storm of blows lands on your face and belly. The last thing you see before you blackout, crushing towards the floor, is your husband stroking his cock, obviously thrilled by the catfight taking place in front of him.

You wake up next morning, try to open your bruised left eye and , limping, you get the mail, only to find that your husband has lost no time in filing a petition for a divorce, stating in no uncertain terms that he will not concede to any compensation either. Seems you were beaten and bruised AND did not get anything out of it!