I awoke with a heavy headache, eyes stinging and stomach in churn. I drank too much scotch last night, that was for certain. Worse, I had forgotten to mitigate the impending damage with any water. I also pumped out several orgasms, which had drained me of my testosterone. My physical ailments paled in comparison to what my real strife was, however. The memory of last night flooded back with unforgiving potency.

I glanced to my left, apparently Elizabeth had already awoken and left the room. The sound of the television slowly broke through the haze of my hangover, and I eventually realized she was downstairs. My wife had cuckolded me...