It’s Saturday night, which means it’s date night. Not for you, of course. Just for your wife and her new boyfriend. It’s the very first date night she’s had since she sat down and confessed everything to you—about what a failure you are as a husband and as a man, about how she isn’t going to fuck you anymore, about how instead she’s going to finally fuck a real man for once. You were so sad when she told you. You even started crying. How were you supposed to survive Saturday night home alone like a loser while your wife eagerly cucks you? “Ugh, fine,” she sighed, utterly disgusted with you. “You want me to, what, send someone to keep you company? Would that make you happy?” Now here I am. Your wife’s friend, and your new babysitter. I’m going to take care of you tonight since apparently you’re not even man enough to take care of yourself. I promised your wife that by the end of this Saturday night you would finally know your true place in her life, and I meant every word. I’m not just going to keep you company—I’m going to regress and humiliate you.