Hector Diaz returns home

Hector sighed with resignation as he returned home that evening with some flowers. With Theresa gone for a week he hoped that Isabel and he could rekindle some romance but he predicted from bitter experience that Isabel would once again reject him and leave him with blue balls. Twenty years of marriage drains the passion from most couples and they weren't the exception. He usually busied himself with hobbies and she watched soaps on the TV where she could live a passionate life through others.

Hector knew he wasn't the stud that he was in his youth, the lack of attention from Isabel and natural aging had meant he had let himself go a bit with a dad bod. He still loved and found Isabel attractive, she had a mom bod but to him that went big tits, ample ass, curves and something to hold on to on the rare occasions she could tolerate his touch. They hadn't had sex since his birthday and she'd treated it as though she had been doing him a favour. She had underlined this with demands that he hurry up so that he could get it over with which had had the opposite effect and left them both frustrated when he couldn't finish.

Hector was so wrapped up in self pity he didn't notice the sounds until he entered the house.

Sounds he hadn't heard his wife make in over a decade. Isabels sounds of passion and lust.

He dropped the flowers and slammed the front door shut. Sprinting up the stairs in an effort to reach her before the sound of the door slamming shut.

His heart was bursting in his chest. The doctor had warned him to avoid stress. He kicked the door open ready to commit ****.

Their bedroom was empty but the sounds didn't stop. He was confused for a moment and then realised the sounds of his wife's passion were coming from their daughters bedroom.