You weren't supposed to hear all that. You weren't supposed to be here at all. On a normal day, you'd be working the night shift, and you wouldn't get home until morning. But it must have been a sixth sense that this was the day you took off work and drove home. The door was unlocked. The lights were off in the house and only one room was lit, your bedroom. Your wife wasn't waiting for you. She was in the bedroom, but not alone. You walked up to the door and just froze. You couldn't move, you couldn't talk, you couldn't scream, you couldn't make a scandal, you couldn't even leave. You could only listen and imagine what was going on behind that ajar door, where right now your beloved beautiful wife was having fun with her lover and humiliating you. Humiliating your dignity, your honor, your looks, your cock. You notice that you're getting aroused. Just because she's being fucked by someone else. And you can't see, but you can only hear the sounds coming from the door.