The Resurrection

Andressa took her time going up the grandly sized staircase. She was quite nervous, she never interrupted him at night while he was doing his work, she didn't know if he would get upset by her appearance. Her long light blue elegant night-gown dragged against the stairs as she ascended them and she found her self smiling. It was a bold move, but she couldn't help but think her and Dimitris would have an actual conversation! Times like this were very rare for her and her husband... he hardly acknowledged her anymore.

Walking down the hall to his office bedroom, she pulled her light grey shall closer around her. She heard faint banging noises coming from his office. She slowled her steps, and when she finally reached the open see-through door to his office-bed, her heart seemed to stop.

Dimitris's bare back faced Andressa as he mercilessly pounded into a woman on the bed. One of the woman's legs was being held in the air by Dimitris and the other was rapped around his bare waist. Her red claws were digging into the flesh of his rear and her moans were getting louder and louder. Andressa was heart broken. A tear escaped her eye as she quietly watched the scene in front of her. She couldn't find it in her to look away.

Suddenly Dimitris threw down his mistress's leg and flipped her over on all fours. He moved behind her and started pounding into her again, grabbing her hips moving her back and forth roughly. Andressa's eyes grew wide. As if Dimitris could sense something wrong, he looked towards the door and met the tearful eyes of his wife. His movements slowed significantly as he looked down at the women on his bed. When his now tearful eyes looked back at the door, Andressa his wife, was gone.