I scoffed. Though curious, I kept my eyes closed and ignored Joyce.
Joyce held me tenderly. "Darling," she said, "this man is someone you know. He came to our house shortly after we were married. You were away on a mission. I was so lonely every day until he appeared."
I couldn't help but ask, "Who is he?"
Joyce smiled faintly. "Darling, why do you care who he is? You only need to know that he raped your wife. Oh, God, I never imagined being raped by a handsome man could be so blissful and exciting! He held me down, ripped my clothes off, and f****d me hard. His c**k was so big, I came instantly!"
I sneered, "You're lying. Tell me, who is he?"
Instead of answering, Joyce continued with a lascivious expression, "Darling, your c**k is big too, but every time we make love, you're like an
