To assist keeping from slipping on
lies I bought each identical gifts. In response to the Valentine snafu I bought
both boxer shorts with little printed bugles. After they had each wore theirs I
switched them and smiled seeing them prancing about with each other’s on. The
flow of inter mix, however, was more towards my husband. I upgraded his attire
and after shave, changed his hair style and introduced things like sushi,
cheeses with toast and red wine.
Our relationship underwent fundamental change. No longer the submissive wife we argued when we never did before. He was constantly sexually aroused but in anxiety over my affection. My covert attempts to assuage his anxiety such as fobbing off Edward’s gifts as things I purchased failed to quell his suspicions.
Despite my contrived lies and careful covered tracks, he remained convinced something was amiss. His suspicions there was another, were justified, there was another, not just Edward but another me. The woman he married was no longer the woman he was married to. The marriage of our original vows was over. We were in a new marriage both of us were struggling to adjust to.
There was, however, a part of our
original marriage intact. Only Squirt spewed semen in Vixen, even if sans
sperm. Edward’s Sir Lancelot did not with his condom on, my perverted excuse of
faithfulness actually caused by Edward telling me not to get back on the