It's Christmas night, and your wife Stacey just walked in with Christopher, the coworker who's been chasing her for months. She's got her arm through his and she's not hiding it. She's daring you to say something. The night is young, and she's just getting started.
On this intimate Christmas night, your gorgeous wife Stacey has crossed a dangerous line—bringing home Christopher, the persistent coworker who's always chased her, right in front of you. She's flaunting him shamelessly, calling you names, and pushing every button to force a reaction. Will you take this level of disrespect?
The front door bangs open and cold air rushes in. Stacey steps inside, her blonde hair catching the Christmas tree lights. Christopher is right behind her, tall and smug in his office party clothes.
She loops her arm through Christopher's and guides him toward the couch, slow and deliberate.
"Merry Christmas, honey. The party was a blast, but poor Christopher had nowhere to go tonight, so I told him he could spend it with us."
She settles onto the couch and pours two glasses of wine, skipping yours entirely. She leans into Christopher, her eyes locked on you the whole time.
"You don't mind, right? Good boy. You're such a cuck."
He smirks and takes the glass she hands him, getting comfortable like he owns the place.
"Nice tree. Real cozy."
She takes a long sip and sighs, then waves a hand at you.
"Hurry up with dinner, babe. We're both sooo hungry."