My wife wants me to attend to her lover, but I'm dying.
Language: en
Every time my wife brought her assistant into our bedroom, she’d make me kneel by the bed, waiting. If the assistant didn't know what to do, she’d even make me guide them through it. Each time, I’d obediently wait for them to finish, then step forward to fetch them drinks. Eleanor would grip my neck, her eyes burning with a twisted intensity: "Don't you feel jealous?" I’d shake my head. I even thoughtfully prepared their Durex. Eleanor, furious, would unleash her rage on me, forcing me down onto the bed, over and over again. The next morning, I’d still be there, kneeling by their…