I opened the front door just as my wife reached her climax in our bedroom.
Her ecstatic moaning echoed in the hallway as I snuck closer by and peeked inside. To add to the shock, the man she was having sex with seemed to be my doppelgänger. I stood there, gobsmacked, for at least two minutes before they noticed me and stopped the fornicating.
My wife looked at me unapologetically. “He’s exactly like you, but he doesn’t lick his knife after he uses it,” she said.
How can you argue with that? I packed a bag with my clothes and left.