I remember the way her lips curled into a mischievous smile as she thanked me for dropping her off at his place. The thought of him touching her, making her moan, while I was stuck on a flight to work, it’s a memory that haunts me. She knew I was thinking about it, knew I was imagining him between her legs, and she loved every second of it. That’s my wife, always ready to meet her bull, always ready to leave me behind in her wake of desire.