Confronting Reality
My wife returns home after my discovery
My wife had just walked in the door from her usual morning run, looking flushed, fit, and happy. To all outward appearances, it was no different than dozens, even hundreds of runs she had returned from over the years. Except for one little detail. She had just been fucked. Her run was to his place and back. The sweat glistening on her face, the bare skin of her midriff, her shoulders, arms, and legs, was from another kind...