Before I argued with her, she pressed play.

Pissed off, I turned to the screen. If Cara had been anyone else, I’d have already killed her.

“Slavik can’t stand me. I think he’s trying to figure out a way to kill me.”

Cara paused, and her gaze actually focused on the camera. “Come with me.”

I watched as Cara led Aurora to the bed. She slipped off her pumps and sat down. She’d been wearing a wraparound skirt, and as she sat, the skirt fell open.

Cara moved on the bed. “Close your eyes.”

“What are you going to do?”

“Trust me.”

Aurora hesitated and slowly closed her eyes.

Cara cupped Aurora between the thighs, and my wife jolted in her touch.

“I know this is going to seem a little strange. I’m only trying to help you.”

“I’m not sure about this.”

Cara flicked her tongue across Aurora’s neck, nibbling on the delicate flesh.

“Trust me. I want to know if you’re … healthy. Make sure there is nothing wrong with you.”

“Do you think there could be something wrong with me?”

Anger ran up through my body. There was nothing wrong with my wife, and as I sat there, I watched as Cara moved the skirt out of the way, sliding her panties to one side, and began to finger my wife’s pussy. All the while, she whispered words to her. Words I didn’t hear because I was infuriated.

She’d touched my beautiful wife, and I had no choice but to watch as she brought Aurora to orgasm.

The sight alone was enough to turn me on. My cock pulsed to life. She let go completely, rubbing herself against Cara’s fingers.

“Slavik will kill me,” Aurora said, coming down from the high.

“No, he won’t.”

Cara turned off the television. “I’m all for taking a woman’s cherry, but I took your wife’s first orgasm. A job you should be doing. Are you trying to make this harder than it is?”

“Cara, I suggest you shut the fuck up because right now, I really want to fucking kill you.”

“For making your wife see that she can have an orgasm. I saw her the other week when you were here, and she watched me, you know. Watched me get fucked, and I’d never seen a woman with so much yearning. What the fuck are you doing? Just bending her over and taking your pleasure?”

I wasn’t about to tell her I’d been taking care of my own needs in the shower.

Women were around me all the time, every single day. None of them appealed. Nor did forcing my wife to fuck.

I stood up. “She’s not like us.”

“No, she’s not, but that doesn’t mean she doesn’t want to feel passion. There’s something about Aurora. I don’t know if it’s because she wears her heart on her sleeve, or if she’s been hurt. But she’s different. I get that, and if you actually gave it a chance with her, I truly believe you could love her. Really love her.”