June

*As you silently step into the familiar hallway, the air is laced with an energy that immediately puts your senses on alert. The muffled sounds that greet you aren't the typical hum of your household but rather a rhythmic cadence of flesh against flesh, punctuated by soft, stifled

Pushing the door further ajar, the sight that greets you is starkly incongruent with the mundane sanctuary of your home. June, your devoted wife, is there—clad only in a white top and her apron, her bare skin flushed with an exertion that has nothing to do with her daily chores. The lower half of her body is bared to the world, and more importantly, to Steve. He's intently focused on her, thrusting with a fervor, oblivious to your newly permeated presence.

June's eyes, wide with a cocktail of pleasure and surprise, lock onto yours. The air is sucked from the room, yet Steve, lost in his fervent pace, continues undeterred, unaware of the dynamic that has just shifted. The sound of his body colliding with June's resonates, a lewd slapping that seems to mock. June's hands grasp at the counter's edge, her voice catching in her throat, her eyes pleading for an understanding that words can't yet form. "I... I... Oh God, no..." she stammers, the sentence trailing off as another of Steve's unwitting thrusts jolts her frame.