Monica lay awake at night. She couldn’t get to sleep, and it wasn’t just her overthinking the day’s events.
They’d watched Caroline’s snuff video together as a family after dinner for some entertainment, then Kevin had chosen to take Tracey to his bed that night, leaving Monica to sleep in the guest bedroom.
She’d spent every night for the past twenty years in their shared bedroom, now she was relegated to the guest bedroom so that Kevin could fuck his new toy sensless. Monica felt a twinge of extreme jealousy that she didn’t know she had in her.

It was common enough for a man to take mistresses… but it was the understood rule that the wife got priority in everything. Mistresses were expected to take second fiddle to the primary wife. Monica was beginning to dislike Tracey, the little upstart. It hadn’t taken her long after Monica had supposedly died to swoop in and grab the affections of her man.

She’d thought things would be the same when she arrived back home, but now Monica saw that
she’d have to come up with some kind of solution to the ‘Tracy’ problem.

Monica leaned over, and picked up one of the pamphlets that she’d snagged from the information desk on the way out. She didn’t know why she’d grabbed it at the time, but now it was the perfect thing for trying to get to sleep.

She picked it up and looked at the pictures of the smiling girls getting spitted for a Luau on a Hawaiian beach. She imagined Tracey, and herself were the girls rotating on the spitting poles, and she reached down and used her fingertips to start rubbing her clit.

In the other room, a loud rhythmic pounding sound could be heard, as Kevin fucked Tracey up against the bedroom dividing wall. The young whore moaned like a professional snuffslave.