My husband has no clue about my infidelity. I tell myself it is because he is away so often, I get lonely. Except that every time he leaves, I am sitting on a bar stool with my legs crossed smiling at the sexy black man at the end of the bar. He'll buy me a ******* and it will happen again...
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