Chapter 3

Sex is a wonderful activity, but there are plenty of other things we like to do in between. In the morning Yuri drank a delicious cup of tea.

Outside, he enjoyed the fresh air. At work, his unexpectedly cheerful mood created a pleasant atmosphere. At lunchtime he went back home (he always went home for lunch) and, to his surprise, discovered that his wife hadn’t ordered food at all - she had cooked it herself.

Yuri relaxed and even decided that sending his wife’s erotic photo to the janitor had been just a prank, a small sin that could be safely forgotten. After all, Omar was so infinitesimally small as a human being that he and everything connected to him could simply be ignored.

But there are no perfect days. Inspired by the previous evening, once her husband had eaten, Annette first slipped off her skirt - under it she wore only tight pantyhose - then her T-shirt, with nothing underneath. Trying to fight her natural modesty, the beauty stopped her own hand, which had instinctively twitched to cover her breasts.

Still, the magnificent Annette blushed and, to hide her emotions, turned away, letting her hair fall forward to veil her face.

“You still have some time left on your lunch break, don’t you, my love?” she asked, and got on all fours.

Yuri’s eyes flew wide open. This kind of behavior was completely unlike Anna. She had never played the temptress. On the contrary, sexually she’d always been an ice queen you had to warm up for a long time.

Now his wife was behaving exactly the way he had always dreamed.

Wow, she must have loved last night’s sex, Yuri thought proudly, and was already about to get up and perform his marital duty when ... he realized he wasn’t hard. At all. So completely not hard that his cock might as well have been lying there asleep. Yuri was genuinely, wholeheartedly happy about his wife’s behavior; it was pure light - but the problem was, light didn’t arouse him. At least not enough to overcome his erectile dysfunction. He had played far too long with his dark, destructive desires. It had seemed like just a game, an easy way to get strong emotions ... Let Me tell You this: trouble is often bought cheap, but the bill for it can turn out higher than You could ever afford to pay. Yuri’s story is all the proof You need.