As I hold my wife's picture, guilt stabs me. What was I thinking?
I repeat my promise to her - to us - that it won't happen again.
Remorse tells me it meant nothing. I swear indifference when she enters my office. Lust, however, rises as her scent fills my nostrils.
Before I know it, my hands open her blouse. Her nipples scream for my touch - my touch!
"Fuck me," she begs, with hands stroking my cock and ego.
As I slide inside her pussy, I see my wife's picture. Just one last time...