He Came Home Late Again
Language: en
Ever since I caught Lucas cheating on me. The first thing he did every day when he came home was get pressed down on the sofa by me, pants pulled down, while I frantically sprayed high-concentration alcohol on his privates for disinfection. Lucas, feeling guilty, would always cooperate gently with reddened eyes, coaxing me tenderly not to make a fuss. But today he came home a full two hours late. The moment I smelled the perfume on him, I went crazy again, desperately tearing at his belt. "Last time you came back half an hour late, you'd slept with one woman! Today you're two hours…