Rob's wife finds out about everything at the end...

Rob came home in the evening, for dinner. His wife Sasha was already setting the table, and his daughter Amy was playing with dolls in the nursery.

"Listen, dear," His wife's voice came from the kitchen under the hissing of the oven, "Is it really necessary to visit your sister so often?"

"I told you, darling!" Rob paused, taking off his shoes in the hallway, "This morning, my sister sent a message for me to help fix the faucet in the kitchen."

In fact, nothing like that happened. Rob stopped by his old apartment after work, just to see his sister Bridget. Her looks and bitchy manner still turned him on... Since childhood, he had a fetish for her underwear. No one knew about his secret, not his wife, not his sister, not anyone at all.

This time, everything was as usual — they sat in the kitchen, drank endless coffee, smoked one cigarette after another. Their conversations, as always, took on a faintly sexual undertone, though it mostly stayed in the realm of jokes and teasing. Her thong on the towel rail in the bathroom was different this time — just red straps, no lace, no pretense. After all that, Rob had to swing by the mall on his way home — to relieve some tension in a restroom stall.

But even now, at a family dinner with his wife and daughter, eating chicken wings in orange sauce lovingly cooked by Sasha, Rob could not leave the taste of his chatter with Bridget. And the smell of her cheap "Poison", just like in her youth, still made his dizzy.

Rob turned on the TV to distract himself.

There is a shootout on the screen - two men firing guns at each other; then there is a prison corridor, the faces of prisoners behind bars.

There is a shootout on the screen — two men shooting at each other. Then the scene shifts to a prison corridor, the prisoners' faces peering out from behind bars. At the end of the hallway, a door clanks open and a blonde with waist-length hair appears, wearing a pink pleated miniskirt. She looks a hell of a lot like Bridget. She is accompanied by an Afro security guard.

"Damn, Lady," The afro grumbles, looking at the blonde with displeasure, "Do you know how many guys are going to be raped today because of your skirt?"

A cheeky grin appears on her pretty face.

"I can enhance its effect!" She declares and walking boldly lifts the skirt from behind to the waist.

A close-up of her buttocks flashed on the screen - without underwear. There was booing and hype...

Sasha put her hand over Amy's eyes. And with the words "What kind of shit is being filmed now", she switched to the cartoon channel.

Rob's dick exploded right at the table, he almost choked on a piece of half-chewed chicken.

After Sasha settled their daughter in the nursery, whispering a lullaby, they went to bed. Rob's mind was spinning: raped guys, blonde ass, Bridget, raped guys, blonde ass, Bridget…

He stroked his wife's shoulder, but she was already asleep, lying on her stomach. The room was dark. His other hand went into her panties - there was a terrible erection there. He slowly stroked his wife's shoulder again. Then he turned to her, propped himself up on one elbow and ran his palm down her back, lower, and began to squeeze her buttocks through the blanket — soft and elastic. He gathered the blanket from below, threw it over her head and tore her underpants down. Sasha jerked awake and didn't even have time to figure out what was going on... But Rob was on top of her, so it was useless to resist. He pressed her head hard against the pillow.

"Not there, Rob.." Sasha croaked, as if commanding, "Not in the ass!"

"Stay down," Rob muttered, as if he didn't care what she said.

"Not there, not..."

"yEAAahh, FUUUCK..." Rob entered her ass and wheezed right in her ear.

The silence of the room was broken by loud slaps.

Sasha couldn't say a word. Her elbows were pressed against her torso... and her ass was getting hammered. She was Astonished because Rob had never been like this. She realized that she didn't know him at all. "Is this all because of that bitch on TV??"

"Bridget, you have great anal," Rob muttered, froze and collapsed on his back next to her.

She was still lying on her stomach, feeling the sperm flow out of her anus and into her vagina. His eyes stared blankly into the void in front of her. Trust in her husband has dropped to zero.

***

In the morning, the kitchen smelled of fried bacon. Breakfast was held in complete silence.

"Amy, honey, have you packed for school?" Sasha broke the silence and began to wash the dishes.

"Yes," Amy replied, and picked up a jug of orange juice to pour into a bowl.

"Go check it again."

Amy silently poured the juice until Sasha repeated it louder, "AMY!!!"

Amy obeyed and slowly went into the room.

What happened last night? Sasha turned to her husband.

Rob, finishing the last slice of bacon, looked up at his wife. At that moment, Sasha's gaze clung to Rob's eyes, waiting for an answer.

"What are you talking about?" Rob asked with an unbiased expression.

Sasha was stunned by this reaction. She set the dishes aside and, looking into Rob's eyes, walked over to him and leaned on the table. Her face stopped inches from his.

"Do you remember what you said?"

"..."

Sasha didn't even blink, as if she was trying to figure out if Rob really didn't remember or was being silly.

"You said... You have great anal, Brid-get!" She pronounced her name syllabically.

Suddenly, Amy ran into the kitchen. She started talking about how her friend had bought a new Sailor Moon doll.

Rob exhaled sharply and looked down in search of a napkin, with the words, "I need a cigarette."

"Come on, honey, I'll take you and buy a doll." Sasha took Amy's hand.