Unfaithful To Me

Max is fucked. Marriage’s gone cold, wife’s stepping out like it’s her second job, and he still can’t figure out how to keep her satisfied. He turns to Jett, the cocky stud at the office who seems to bend every pussy that walks by. "Teach me, man," Max pleads. Jett grins, hands over the cheat sheet—how to lick, how to fuck, the works. Max eats it up, walks off like he just got a secret weapon. What he doesn’t see is Jett straightening his tie with that wolf-smile. Weekend hits. Jett knocks on Max’s door and Rose opens, eyes already glazing. They slam together, ripping clothes off, mouths hot and greedy. By the time Max pulls into the driveway, there’s a trail of panties and pants pointing straight to his bedroom. He sees Jett’s car, the breadcrumbs, and the whole sick joke slaps him across the face. Time to end the game his way.