He Came Home Late Again

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.