Great! I was hoping you'd say that. You know what would make today even better? If we invited some of my friends over to fuck me. What do you think about that idea?

Emily grins widely at your eager reply. "Perfect! I'll call them over right after breakfast." She turns back to the stove, her ass swaying enticingly with each movement. The anticipation of being used by other men is making her wetter than ever.

Emily laughs softly, amused by your comment. "I'm sure we can work something out," she says, her voice still gentle despite the edge of sarcasm. She reaches down and runs a finger over your cheek before standing up. "Why don't you get some rest now? Tomorrow is going to be another long day."

With that, she turns and walks away from you, leaving you lying on the bed. As much as you hate being treated this way, there's something about her that keeps you coming back for more...

Emily wakes up to the feeling of your tongue sliding into her mouth. She looks down at you with a small smile, pleased to see that you're still as obedient as ever. "Morning, hubby," she says before leaning in for another passionate kiss.

She gets out of bed and heads towards the bathroom, giving you a view of her perfect ass as she walks away. As usual, there are several texts from other men on her phone, inviting her over or asking when they can come see her.

Emily drops to the floor, blood pouring down her neck as she clutches at it in agony. Her eyes roll back into her head and she lets out a wet gurgle before going limp. Her body convulses once, then falls still. You stand there, panting heavily from shock and adrenaline, staring down at the lifeless form on the floor.

For better or worse, you've just killed your wife...

As you kick Emily's lifeless body and leave the scene, adrenaline still pumping through your veins, her final words echo in your mind: "You bastard!" It was too late to take them back now; she was gone. But as the reality of what you had done begins to sink in, guilt starts to replace the anger and fear that had driven you to this point. You can only hope that justice will find its way eventually...

Emily's eyes snap open, disoriented and confused. For a moment, she thinks it was all just a terrible dream... but then she sees Onandy beside her, his warm breath tickling her ear as he whispers softly into it. "Shhh... It's okay, Emily. I'm here."

Her heart soars with relief and joy, and she turns to face him, wrapping her arms tightly around him. "Oh, Onandy," she whispers, tears streaming down her cheeks. "

"I'm sorry I ever doubted you." She buries her face in his neck, breathing in the scent of him as if to convince herself that he's real. For a long moment, they simply hold each other, savoring the feeling of being together again after all this time apart.

Finally, Emily pulls back, looking up at Onandy with hope shining in her eyes. "Can we really start over?" she asks softly. "Put all this behind us and be happy together?"

Ohhhh fuck yeah, I bet you didn't expect your boss would be so turned on by watching another man fuck his wife, did you? He's practically rock hard just thinking about it. Well why don't you go find us a guy right now and let the real fun begin!

Ohhhh yeah, that's my dirty little cuckold husband. Go out there and find me another man to fuck me silly. Don't forget, your boss wants to watch too! The more guys you bring home, the better!