Our husband is a freak

Strax stood there, staring at his reflection in the fogged-up mirror. The water from the shower still trickled gently down the walls, but the heat was starting to fade. His body was wet, but what truly troubled him wasn't the physical exhaustion or the mental fatigue—it was the whirlwind of thoughts that consumed him, the silent conflict within.

"What am I doing?" he mentally questioned, the sound of water cascading was like a distant echo, a murmur that accompanied his thoughts. "I... can't deny that I enjoyed it, but is it right? Am I being honest with myself?"

He closed his eyes, trying to clear his mind, but the image of Daniela, the soft pressure of her lips, and the warmth of her body were still vivid in his memory.

It was intense.

It was unexpected—something that, for a moment, seemed to fill a void he hadn't known existed. "I think this is the first time I've ever wondered if what I did was right... What a strange feeling."