She waited excitedly in the hotel bed. He’d be back any moment and then they’d consummate their marriage.

When the hotel room door opened she shrieked.

“Who are you?!”

“Why, I’m your husband,” he replied.

“No you’re not!” She hollered. “Get out of here!”

“Look at me carefully,” he said. “What is it that makes me not your husband?”

The question seemed easy, but try as she might, she couldn’t find the words.

“See? I must be your husband. Now, spread those legs.”

Slowly, she realized he was right. Spreading her legs, she groaned as the stranger began fucking her.