Unable to watch further, retreating from the darkened doorway. Awkwardly shuffling towards the bathroom, pants around his knees, hand, thighs, clothes coated with copious amounts of cum. He couldn't recall the last time he came so hard. Staring into the mirror acknowledging reality. 'Twas over, their relationship irrevocably shattered, never to be resurrected.

Now was time to leave. Business to take care of, reset life. Pausing at that door watching the pounding. Listening. Words familiar.
"Fuck me, Daddy, fuck me hard, make me your slut," his wife pleading.
 
He hesitated one moment. God, he was going to miss Daddy.