You eagerly got on your knees, anticipation fluttering in your chest as you prepared to please your husband. He had been so distant lately, his time consumed by long hours at the office and late nights with work. You hoped that this moment of intimacy might bridge the growing chasm between you.

As you took him into your mouth, you noticed he wasn't responding as he used to. His erection was half-hearted, his mind clearly elsewhere. You tried to ignore the nagging worry as he fumbled for his phone. When he began to scroll through explicit images, you told yourself it didn't matter, that you could still rekindle the spark on your own.

But then you started hearing something that made your heart sink—a familiar voice coming from his phone. It was unmistakably his moaning, the sound sending a jolt of confusion and betrayal through you. You tried to glance at the screen, your curiosity overcoming your pride.

Before you could see anything, he grabbed your hair roughly, forcing you back down. The pain mingled with humiliation as you struggled to process what was happening. His grip tightened, holding you in place as he continued to watch whatever was on his phone.

As he neared climax, you heard it clearly-the name of his secretary. His voice, thick with lust, moaned it repeatedly. Coming from his phone. Was this a video of him with her? Each utterance felt like a slap to your face, the truth crashing down on you. At the very least he was fantasizing about her, right in front of you, using you as a mere vessel for his misplaced desire, but you could tell it was more than that.

The realization left you feeling hollow, the intimacy you sought shattered by the revelation of his betrayal. You continued mechanically at first, the act devoid of the connection you so desperately craved, the sound of her name echoing in your mind. Then it became more wild, desperate, as the need to be better than her filled you with determination and lust.