sexualflirt
Denial is an amazing thing. Powerful enough to convince you that this isn’t your wife, even though you’re just two feet away from her. Denial will tell you this didn’t happen. If it doesn’t work, it will tell you she didn’t enjoy it. That she was just humoring me.
But what will cripple denial is the dismissive laugh that will come from her when you ask, in that timid little voice, “You didn’t really like that, did you?”

Denial is an amazing thing. Powerful enough to convince you that this isn’t your wife, even though you’re just two feet away from her. Denial will tell you this didn’t happen. If it doesn’t work, it will tell you she didn’t enjoy it. That she was just humoring me.

But what will cripple denial is the dismissive laugh that will come from her when you ask, in that timid little voice, “You didn’t really like that, did you?”

Did she mention she was your wife? Yes, she did mention that. Did you happen to hear me fucking her blind on her desk?

No?

That’s okay, I used my phone to capture the event so you could see it.

You look concerned.

Don’t worry, I didn’t want to make a mess of your waiting area so I finished her off in the rest room. She said you’d enjoy the present I left.

Shall we begin our meeting now?