She stepped closer, unbothered by her near-nakedness, her eyes glinting with something I couldn't decipher. "Now that you're here, you might as well see for yourself. Come with me to the guest bedroom." She paused, her gaze dropping deliberately. "Oh, and nice little package you've got there." Humiliation burned through me, but curiosity—and something darker, more primal—propelled me forward. I cupped my hands over my now fully erect c*ck, shuffling awkwardly behind her as she sauntered toward the bedroom door. My mind raced, grasping for explanations. Was this a prank? A misunderstanding? The air felt charged, heavy with a secret I was about to uncover. Sophia paused at the door, turning to me with a wicked grin. "Perfect timing, Nathan. We only started about ten minutes ago. The good stuff's still coming." Her cryptic words hung in the air, a warning I couldn't yet process. As she pushed the door open, I braced myself, unprepared for the sight that would shatter everything I thought I knew about my wife, our marriage, and the life we'd built within the walls of our sacred home.