ROBERT 2
My wife and I were in our bedroom with our houseguest – I’m gonna call him “Robert.” It was late, well after midnight, and I was tired. I wanted to quit, go to sleep, but Robert was still wide-awake. He was fucking my wife. She was on her back, her ass at the bottom corner of the bed, legs up and bent. Robert was leaning against the backs of her thighs, moving in an uneven, detached sorta rhythm. Moving slowly. Gently. Lazily. Not with any real purpose other than just to be moving. Fucking. I...