My Cheating Wife
As we sat down to eat, Donna casually mentioned, "Oh, by the way, don't throw the toilet paper in the bowl anymore. The toilet got clogged, and I had to call a plumber to fix it."
A thought flashed through my mind before I smiled. "Got it. I'll remember that."
The cigarette butt must have belonged to the plumber. See? I knew Donna would never cheat on me!
I cursed myself for being so paranoid.
After we finished our steaks, I wrapped my arms around Donna and carried her to the bedroom.
I had been working overtime lately, and we hadn't had much intimate time together.
Even after a year of marriage, I found myself just as drawn to Donna's body as ever.