~~Vaugha~~
The master bedroom was dark, lit only by the pale moon sliding through the curtains. The air was thick and humid. I was on top of my wife, my body moving in a steady, practiced rhythm. I was doing everything right. I was kissing her neck, whispering the things she liked to hear, and driving into her with a force that made her gasp.
But I wasn't there.
Every time I closed my eyes, the image of my wife’s face vanished. It was replaced by Angel. I felt her lips—hot and desperate—pressing against mine from that kiss in the afternoon.
It had always been like this for the past two years, without her image I couldn't function. At all.
Sick. I was on my wife while fantasizing about her daughter.
My wife let out a long, shaky moan as she reached her peak, her body tightening under
