‘I am coming over,’ it said.
I groaned. I honestly was in no mood for fucking tonight, but Vicky had always felt like she had the right to come over whenever she wanted.
Thirty minutes later, she was prancing around the house in a short, black dress. She cleaned up the house and even made dinner as I relaxed in the living room. Somehow, she had ignored all my reasons why I cannot date her exclusively and she would come over, every once in a while, acting all ‘wife-y.’
Any other day, I would not have minded because after she was done with her chores, we would go to bed together and she would fuck me however and whichever way I wanted. She was always eager to please, but tonight, I could not muster up the energy to be excited I listened to her move around in the kitchen.
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