Your normal daily routine

The alarm clock rings. It's 06:00 and you get up. You don't want to wake your wife, who just came back from a party an hour ago. When she fell into bed exhausted, you helped her undress. While doing so, you noticed her wet underpants, which still had the remains of semen on them. It must have been an exhausting night. You go to the rooms of your two children and wake them up. School starts soon and you want to leave on time.

Both of your children are blond. You and your wife are brunettes. The fact that your children were not yours does not bother you. You love them as your own because you treated them as your own from an early age and they just grew on you. You would also raise any other child your wife had, no matter who it was from.

After making your children breakfast and driving them to school, it is 08:00. Time for shopping.

While shopping for groceries, you think about what you are going to cook today. You could make your wife's favorite meal. If you make an extra effort, clean the house and do everything else right, maybe... Maybe she will give you some relief with her hand tonight after a long time.

With this thought you start to clean the house after you came home. You clean all the cupboards, vacuum the floor, do the wiping, the laundry. At 15:00 you start cooking. In between you pick up the children from school. At 18:00 everything is ready. You have cooked their favorite meal, decorated the table with candles and taken care of everything else.

Everything is ready. What is missing now is your wife. She should be here shortly after 18:00 but even at 18:30 she was still not home. You write and call her, but get no answer.

Only at 20:00 when your children were already asleep do you hear her car pull into the driveway.

When she came in she was laughing and had a man by the hand. He was wearing a fine suit and was otherwise very good looking. "Honey I made us dinner. Your favorite. Shall we maybe..."

His wife interrupted him with an annoyed look. "Me and Nathan already ate". She said this without so much as a glance at the carefully decorated table.

Instead, she pulled Nathan by the hand to the stairs and they both disappeared into the bedroom, giggling and making out. A short time later, you heard your wife moaning. Tonight you would probably sleep on the couch and your handjob will probably not happen tonight. Maybe tomorrow, you think to yourself, and fall asleep on the couch.