Johnny nervously handed over the key to his apartment, feeling his heart race as he watched his wife, Sarah, disappear inside. This wasn't the first time she had come here to pay rent with her wet pussy, but it never got any easier. He stood outside, listening to the muffled sounds of their lovemaking, wondering how long it would be until she was finished. Suddenly, the door swung open and there she was, her makeup smeared and dress torn, a satisfied smile on her lips. "I hope that was worth it," she said coolly, handing him the rent money. "It always is," he replied softly as he took it. Their eyes met for a moment before she turned and walked away, leaving him alone with his guilt and his desire.
