"Oh please, sweetheart. Please don't tell him" you beg. "I'm sorry. Really! And I promise never to try to peek at you again. But please don't tell him. PLEASE!"
The last time he punished you was just a couple of weeks ago when you had complained about never being able to have sex with her -- telling him that a husband was supposed to be able to have sex with his wife at least every once in a while. That resulted in him teaching you a lesson you will never forget -- a punishment that was both very painful (your poor rear end and balls ached for hours) and humiliating (after he made you stand in a corner naked with your nose pressed to the wall while he and your wife went upstairs and had sex).
Your wife comes out of a professional athlete's home in the morning well fucked and satisfied. He and his teammates all hang out at the same bar and you're one of those sports groupie husbands who goes so far as to encourage your wife to sleep with the guys so you can hang out with them and buy their drinks. Your wife doesn't mind one bit. She's hot and they fuck like men. You don't.