----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------<br/>As he climbed the stairs slowly, the smacking of bodies in a hard rthmic fashion, loud male grunting and the screams of ecstasy and pleasure from a woman could be clearly heard, as he stood at the top of the stairs, a few feet from the his bedroom door, which was slightly ajar.  The moans he heard never sounded like anything Lana had made in all the years they had sex together, for a second he wondered who was having sex in his bedroom.<br/><br/>Hearing his wife's begging for another man's cock was like a dagger in the heart.  The realization that it was indeed Lana having an intense orgasm, along with a million questions all flooded his brain as he collapsed against the hallway wall, nudging the door open slightly but just out of sight.<em>What the fuck? Who is with her? Why, Wait, she would Never cheat on me...</em>.  Chris closed his eyes, hoping to reopen them and realize he was dreaming, but that dream was real life in the making.  He felt like he had been kicked in the balls and sucker punched in the gut, his eyes teared up and anger began to boil in his blood.  He wanted in the worst way to kick open that door and kick his ass, but he had a huge lump in his throat and felt words wouldn't come out if he tried to speak.  What he witnessed next, he couldn't believe...