"When can we do that again?”
I am sitting in the hot, steamed up bathroom reading aloud all the text messages from my husband’s phone as he showers.My husband laughs and plays with himself casually thinking back to his previous encounter with that cuckcake. The text accompanies a cheeky selfie of a petite blonde bohemian chick wearing a wedding ring.
I pout, playfully, because he has my permission to fuck anybody, anywhere, any time, but I am not overly happy to hear about it two weeks after the fact. I eagerly demand all the details. As he enthusiastically describes they way she lured him to her house and forced herself on him, I can’t help sucking my lip and thinking of that succulent little nipple in the pic. Her petite body and her bossy demeanour are a massive turn on.
I lean into the shower and kiss my husband. He is grinning at a memory I was not part of, which irks me and gets me wet at the same time. It’s easy to make new memories. I kiss him gently again.
"Invite her over. Tell her I am going be out all night. I am going to relish catching you in the act with this one."