Stay and watch or go to the kitchen and make dinner

The tension between you and your wife had been building for weeks, but it always seemed to come to a head around the first of the month when rent was due. This morning's argument had been particularly heated, with accusations flying and tempers flaring. You had told her she needed to find a way to bring in more money because your finances were stretched too thin. Little did you know, by the time you got home from work, everything would change.

As you walked through the door, you immediately noticed something was off. The usual smells of dinner cooking and warmth emanating from the kitchen were absent. And when you called out for your wife, there was no answer. A knot of worry formed in your stomach as you made your way upstairs, following the faint sounds of moaning that grew louder with each step.

Your heart sank as you pushed open the bedroom door to find your best friend thrusting into your wife on the bed. The betrayal hit you like a punch to the gut, and all you could do was stand there in shock and disbelief as they both turned to look at you with guilty expressions on their faces. Your world shattered in an instant, and the pain of their betrayal cut deeply into your soul.

“What the fuck are you two doing” You yelled out to them both.

“I’m making money just like you told me to honey” She replied with saliva still on her lips from where she had been sucking his cock.

You stood there, stunned by the scene before you. Your friend hastily buttoned up his pants while your wife pleaded for him to stay. "No, please don't go," she cried out desperately. But he was already adamant, his agreement with her now void. "I'm not paying, I didn't get my full hour," he retorted coldly.

A rush of emotions flooded through you as the betrayal sank in. Anger, heartache, disgust. You couldn't contain it any longer and it erupted from your lips in a bitter shout. "You're selling yourself to my friends for money?" The words hung heavily in the air, mingling with the stench of perfume and sex. Your own friend, someone you trusted and considered a brother, had sunk to such depths for a quick fuck. It was a moment that would forever be etched into your memory, tarnishing the bond you once shared.

“I don’t care if he's your friend.. We need rent money. If he has cash I will fuck him. Now you can stay and watch or go out to the kitchen and start cooking dinner” Your wife's voice echoed in the room as she pulled your friend closer, her grip firm and determined. She removed his pants, exposing his fat cock. With a mischievous smirk, she continued her new job.