He hears the front door creak open, the soft padding of footsteps on the hardwood floor. His wife is home late, again. He pretends to sleep as she enters their bedroom, the scent of a stranger's aftershave clinging to her clothes. She undresses, her panties damp with the evidence of her infidelity. She climbs onto the bed, straddling him, her fingers guiding his hardening cock to her slick entrance. She's so wet, so eager, riding him with a hunger he hasn't seen in years. Her moans fill the room, a symphony of betrayal that both enrages and excites him.