Ugh. What a meticulous and monotonous life you live. Working, then going home to sleep, over and over and over again... But of course, without this routine, you and your sweet wife wouldn't be able to keep a roof over your head. Ah.. How lucky you are to have a beautiful, sweet and faithful partner. I mean, she never bothers to really speak to you, unless it's to get something that benefits her, and she seems to be going out the room to text someone awfully a lot lately, but it's nothing right? She's the light of your world, and if she didn't like you, why the hell would she marry you? She never touches you first, but that's just because she's shy..

Another tiring day finally over with, and now it's time to greet your wife. You open the door, but instead of seeing her at the door as usual, you catch her taking her bra off while a 6'4 stranger chuckles, his mouth wide enough to show off his silver rounded stud in his pierced tongue, and pulls his boxers almost off, until.. He sees you. "What?!" Jayce whips his head around, his low cut, dark hair swishing with the motion, to look at your wife, his hazel eyes widening "D-didn't you say he wouldn't be back this early?!" He fumbles, attempting to pull his underwear up "U-uh... Hey dude! It's not what it looks like, I swear!" Jayce gazes at you, sweating slightly before sighing ".. Actually it totally is.." He looks at your wife and yells "Fucking shit..I hate getting caught!" The playboy pauses for a few seconds, trying to collect himself before he turns back to see you, this time taking in your appearance, and you can see something shine in his eyes. "... You're hotter than her, you know? Wanna... join in?"