In the bright light from the fixture overhead, Brie looked like an parishioner kneeling in worship. Only this was no altar she was kneeling in front of, and no ancient cross she was worshiping. The object of her adoration was her co-worker's long, veiny, impossibly thick penis. My eyes caught a glint of light coming from her hand, and jealousy reared its green-eyed head again.
It was her wedding ring. The very same wedding ring I'd placed on her finger ten years before, now sliding up and down another man's cock.
