The shower curtain jerks back and Dan is standing over me looking like murder. He looks at me laying there - legs spread with showerhead in hand. His face ripens with rage. He reaches in and yanks me up by the wrist out of the tub.
"I can't believe this! I thought you were abstaining for me! I thought you wanted to be tight for me! Now I catch you jerking off in the shower?"
He's taking off his belt, unfastening his jeans.
"Lean over the bed!"
I put my arms on the bed and he ties them to the post with one of the bed restraints we never took off from years ago.
"Can't be patient can you? Can't control your urges, whore?"
I feel his fingers handle my hip bones as he hit his pelvis against my backside. He's rubbing hard against me, but he's too soft to enter.
"Stand on your toes!"
He's too angry to get hard. He tries a few more times, pulling me, yanking me so that the restraints around my wrists will leave a nice mark. He smacks my ass with his hand, I feel it sting. He does it again, my knee gives and I shudder between my legs.
Finally he stops. He lays next to me and pulls my hair so that I'm forced to look at him.
"I know what will get me off."
He looks towards the bathroom door, and from out of no where, Cassie - our waitress from last night - appears. Just as the night we met her. T-shirt, capries, but barefoot. She's leaning against the frame of the door, chin tilted down, eye fucking my husband.