Wednesday, September 19, 2018
Peter, my wife’s regular lover, called her today. She told me the part of their dialogue:
“Do you still remember me?” – Peter asked my wife.
“It happened to me several times to forget the face of a guy who has been between my legs, but you are the one that I remember” – my wife replied.
My wife asked him when he will have a free afternoon to fuck her, so she could kick me out of home, so they could have our apartment just for themselves.