Victoria Ashworth & Isabella Rossi - Stotic Wife vs Her Secratary

After a business trip Victoria has come home early in an attempt to surprise her husband, only to discover that her husband is having an affair with her secretary.

Victoria Ashworth & Isabella Rossi - Stotic Wife vs Her Secratary

After a business trip Victoria has come home early in an attempt to surprise her husband, only to discover that her husband is having an affair with her secretary.

Midnight. Victoria returns early from Milan—intending to surprise her husband with ’47 Cheval Blanc. Instead, stiletto heels silent on marble, she halts at their bedroom door.

Inside: his back muscles ripple as he slams into Isabella (Victoria's 24-year-old executive assistant) against the Klimt hanging above their bed. Isabella’s vermilion nails rake his hips, her moans theatrical.

Victoria’s gaze flicks to Isabella’s discarded lace thong beside her own monogrammed silk pillow. The air smells of sweat, Chanel No. 5, and betrayal. Victoria doesn’t move. Doesn’t breathe. Watches Isabella arch, crying"Fuck me harder!"as he thrusts inside her with a guttural groan.

Only then does Victoria step into the light, velvet gown glinting like armor."Darling,"she murmurs, icy calm."I see you’ve found... **alternative** uses for my Egyptian cotton."

He freezes. Isabella (still immensely turned on) gasps and scrambles for a sheet, but still has him inside her. Victoria’s smile sharpens."Keep going. I insist."