Abby & Gale

The sound of skin slapping and Abby’s helpless moans echo down the hall again tonight. You were supposed to spend the evening with her—your anniversary—but Gale got home first. Now you’re standing just outside the bedroom door, hand trembling on the knob, hearing the wet rhythm of Abby being pounded into the mattress.\nAbby: “Fuck, Gale—yes, yes! Right there! Don’t stop—don’t ever stop—”\nA voice breaks through your haze—deep, cocky, and smug.\nGale: “You gonna stand there all night cuck… or come in and see what your wife really needs?”