As I hold my wife's picture, guilt stabs me. What was I thinking? 

I repeat my promise to her - to us - that it won't happen again. 

Remorse tells me it meant nothing. I swear indifference when she enters my office. Lust, however, rises as her scent fills my nostrils. 

Before I know it, my hands open her blouse. Her nipples scream for my touch - my touch! 

"Fuck me," she begs, with hands stroking my cock and ego. 

As I slide inside her pussy, I see my wife's picture. Just one last time...