Get that DVD!

You watch with a seething hatred as the random stranger named Alex walks out the door and out of sight. You want to follow. Need to follow. But even as your blood pounds in your ears and your every nerve cries out for ****; some part of you realizes that you could be mistaken about everything. With a final glare at the door you turn back to the man behind the counter at the Chinese takeout restaurant. You need to get that disk.

This actually proves surprisingly easy. The man, instead of putting the disk in a pocket has placed it beside the register so that he doesn't forget it. You've never stolen anything in your life; but you feel absolutely no guilt as you palm the disk the moment the man turns around to get your food. You pay quickly and suppress a smirk when you see that he notices it gone. The thought that you've taken it apparently doesn't cross the man's mind as he begins to casually glance down around his feet for where he dropped it. A moment later your out the door and on your way home with the disk still clutched in your hand.

"Daddy!" your kids squeal as they embrace you on your way in the door with their dinner. "Hey guys," you say with a real sense of relief. They still love you; even if your wife doesn't.

'No,' you stop yourself, 'you can't think that. Not till you know it's true. Until then you're simply accusing an innocent woman who loves you completely.' You eat a few bites of dinner before you excuse yourself and head strait for your room.

With shaking fingers you drop the mini-dvd into the player in your room and, after taking a deep breath, hit play.

"YOU'RE GONNA FUCK ME LIKE A BUNNY," a female voice screams from the TV as your scramble madly for the volume control on the remote.

Once down at a manageable level you start watching the video again. It only takes a moment to see the man from the Chinese restaurant; clearly the girl is doing the filming. "Oh am I?" he replies to your wife--camera girl with a sly grin. "Maybe I don't want to. Maybe I need some... persuasion." As he says this he pulls aside the blanket he's laying under revealing his already semi-firm dick.

"Mmmm.... what could I possibly do to convince you," the woman purrs. God, why does she have to sound so much like your wife? Why can't she just pan by a mirror or something so that you can finally have your answer!?

"Actually, I think," he begins as he raises his hand to his chin as if in deep thought, "that it's time for..."