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“Things are just, well, complicated.” How do I tell her what happened?

I don’t.

Is this a test? Is he somehow making me choose him or the right thing?

“I know that sound. That’s the sigh of the freshly fucked.” Her laughter tinges on a cough. “I thought you weren’t marrying him forthat?”

“I didn’t. It just kind of…happened.” I can’t hide it from her forever.

Her cackle makes me smile. “Like, an accident? Driving along and bumped uglies on the freeway?”

“Um. More like I ran into him and got rear-ended.” I can feel the fire over my face enflame.

She sounds like she’s choking. “Jesus, girl! You can’t just drop that kind of juice on me! I’m gonna die of diabetes from all that sugar!”

I’m laughing so hard I snort. “It was a pretty wild time,” I admit.

“Wild? My idea of that is when my cat gets the zoomies. You went full on safari level.” A fanning noise waves through the speaker.

I can just imagine her sitting there with a piece of paper fluttering it in front of her face.

A loud knock startles me.

It’s him.

“He’s here. I’ll call you back later.” My heart beats faster knowing he’s so close.

“Girl, go. Fill me in when I see you. I wantallthe details!” she shrieks before I hang up.

What am I going to do?

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I know I scared her, but this is getting ridiculous.

She’s been locked up in her room, or off at work, every moment.

Dinner has only been in passing.

And, I can’t stop thinking about how tight her pussy is and how good it felt squeezing my cock.

I want to do it again.

Until we’re both too exhausted to move.

But, I don’t know how long I can drag this out.

I always go after what I want, and I want my wife… for keeps, not a business deal.

I am impressed she hasn’t called the cops. Maybe she knows that it’s futile. Or, perhaps deep down, she doesn’t want me to go to jail.

That’s a tiny bubble of hope.

Before I give in and finish our contract, I want a chance to rectify the situation.

After making a few phone calls, I find myself outside of her room.

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