Sam Walters stared back at his beautiful, naked wife in surprise. She had never raised her voice like this before, never! He couldn't imagine that she had such a side to her. But in the midst of the shock, he felt something else.

He didn't want to admit it, but Rebecca's outburst ignited the fire in his finely pressed dress pants and turned him on.

"Becky, c'mon, I just saw you with another man there, don't you think I'll get jealous?"

"Yeah? You interrupted me when we were having a good time! You're never there for me, always jetting off with some tuxedo-ed tool with another run-of-the-mill blonde trophy wife on his arm. I'm so terribly fucking bored with how you're treating me, Sam. If you aren't going to satisfy me, obviously I'll find someone on the side that can!"

Sam opened his mouth to speak. Words like 'divorce' and 'betrayal' and 'fuck this, I'm outta here!' ran through his mind in a flurry but none of them managed to end up on the tip of his tongue. Instead, he actually wanted Rebecca to carry on while he watched!

"Becky, I'm sorry I haven't treated you better. Tell you what, you can go ahead and do whatever you want with that guy -"

"His name is Rick." Rebecca snapped, taking advantage of the sudden leverage given to her in this clusterfuck of a situation. She didn't know what caused Sam's sudden change in tone but she wasn't going to let go of this chance to take control.

"Rick, fine, whatever. The only condition is that," and Sam couldn't believe he was actually saying this, "is that I get to watch."