He knew—on the outside at least—that sneaking into his own house and spying on his wife was wrong. That didn’t stop him. His ultimate argument was that he was doing it for his wife, to help her fulfill the fantasy she wanted to live out. In actually, the idea of watching her f**k another woman turned him on to no small extent.
The plan was simple. He parked in the driveway next to Sophie’s car; there was no need to alert the women inside the house by opening the garage door. It was easiest to enter by the side door instead of the front. Slipping off his shoes he padded through the foyer and living room to pause at the bottom of the stairs, listening for any sound hinting at what might be going on in the bedroom.
Much to his disappointment Ty heard only the muffled sound of conversation.
