Lui blinked rapidly, rubbed his eyes, and even slapped his own cheek for good measure. Surely, he had to be seeing things. Surely, the scene in front of him couldn't be real.
But no, nothing changed. The woman on her knees, completely naked and diligently worshipping a cock the size of a horse's, still had his wife's fucking face.
His wife.
The same woman who barely managed a grunt of approval when he brought her flowers, let alone displayed any enthusiasm for… anything in the bedroom.
The same woman who'd once lectured him for fifteen minutes about the "sinful decadence" of even eyeing another woman in the street.
And now here she was, cheeks flushed, eyes shimmering with lust, sloppily deepthroating this monstrosity of a cock like it was the last meal she'd ever have.
