What an asshole! You think you can talk to me like that? Treat me like that? And still think I want to fuck you? Really?I don't think so...
Fuming is a good word for what I feel right now. Oh what is your problem? I'm a good wife have been for the last twelve years. You don't even notice I've lost almost fifty pounds; all the weight I gained from our son. Now look at me you son of a bitch. Five foot eight, curvy shapely ass, big plump 36 C's...Long dark brown hair, long sexy legs. I may be 35 but I'm a hot sexy 35...and do you even notice? NO you don't.
My cell phone starts ringing I look at the number. Oh Jesus, what does he want? It's my husband's 22 year old cousin Chase.
"Hey Chase, what's up?" I say trying to control my anger. Chase asks what I'm doing right now and I tell him "not much." He asks if I want to go out for a drink. I think to myself the baby is sleeping, and HE in his workshop doing god knows what. Why not?
I tell Chase to pick me up in 5 minutes. I grab my keys and my purse and tell my husband I'm going for a drink with Chase. He says "okay have fun". Don't worry dear I will.
Chase picks me up in front of my house. He gets out and whistles his appreciation, "Looking pretty hot" he tells me with a big smile.
He drives for a few miles and pulls over at a local bar. We find an empty table and quickly drink down two shots and two beers each.. The music is on and I close my eyes and start moving my body.
Chase comes up behind me and puts his hands around my waist he bends down and whispers in my ear. "You look fucking hot...too bad you're married to my cousin". I just laugh... he's always flirting with me.