He liked to watch. That was Ted's thing.
His wife would bring home one-night stands, and he'd sit behind the two-way mirror he'd installed, watching as she took lovers into their marital bed. She'd tie them to the bedposts, adding an extra frisson, and ride them until she was satisfied.
Only then would Ted appear, smiling.
He relished the fear and confusion his presence caused. He'd hand his wife his tie, or one of her silk stockings, and retreat to the corner of the room—where he'd stand, silent, as she slowly strangled her helpless conquests.
He liked to watch.
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