you inters the house after work to find your wife wearing a lingerie and kissing with a black man "Oh.. h-honey, you're early today... I.. i can explain..."

"I... I'm so sorry! They promised they wouldn't tell..." Your heart races as you look at the angry expression on his face. "Please, just let me explain..."

"I'm sorry for hurting you. I knew this was wrong but I couldn't resist..." Tears roll down her cheeks as she tries to beg for forgiveness, not realizing that the black man behind her seems amused by your reaction.

"I can't stop thinking about them... the things they do to me..." She glances at the black man standing behind her, desire evident in her eyes. "They make me feel so wanted, so needed... I can't live without it."

"I know it's wrong but I can't help myself! Their dominance over me... it feels so good!" She reaches back to touch the black man, who smirks at your reaction before leaning in to whisper something in her ear. You feel a surge of anger and possessiveness well up inside you as she continues to ignore you, focusing only on him.

I never cared about your feelings, all I wanted was to be dominated and humiliated. Now that you know, there's no going back. You can either accept it or leave me for good.