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When Marlow was born and I came home from the hospital, Mike had cleaned the entire house. Kale was standing in the doorway with Grandma Kay wearing an “I’m a big brother” t-shirt. I guess Mike bought it at the hospital gift shop. It made me smile. He doted on Marlow. He changed diapers, took care of me, and helped me stand after my second cesarean. This one was planned in advance, and my blood pressure was monitored closely. My pregnancy with Marlow was textbook. I craved sugar, had three months of morning sickness, and only gained twenty pounds.
Mike and I seemed closer than ever after her birth. Now I realize it was because he had been repurchased as a husband by his parents: a master’s degree in exchange for more fake love and devotion. At the time, it seemed as if he had self-renewed his marriage vows to me. Once I was able to have sex again, he was all over me. He’d come home from work and help me put the kids to bed. Then, as soon as we knew they were asleep, he’d make love to me. We tried all kinds of positions, and things were pretty awesome for a few months. One night he came home from work and seemed distraught. He said he didn’t want to talk about it, but I could tell something was wrong. From then on out he became more distant.
A few weeks later after coming home later than usual, he asked me, “Do you ever feel like we rushed into everything?”
“What do you mean?” I ask in confusion.
“Getting married, buying this house?”
I turn on my side to face him in bed. “Well, it wasn’t the most perfect of circumstances.”
“No,” he says, shaking his head and laughing lightly.
“But we made it work, right?”
“Yeah,” he responds with a smile. “Yeah. It’s all for the best.”
I smile back at him. “Everything happens for a reason.”
He nods his head and quickly kisses my lips. He turns his back to me and I spoon him. “I love you, Mike.”
“I know,” he responds. “I know you do.”
He turns over and lifts my face to his. He closes his eyes and begins to kiss me. “Fuck me,” he says through his kiss.
I laugh. “Fuck you?”
He opens his eyes and gazes at me. “Let’s roleplay. You game?”
I bite my lips and shrug my shoulders. “Yeah, I’m game. What do you have in mind?”
“Hmm…” he ponders. “Let’s pretend we’re both single. I met you at a party after work. Your name is… Krista.”
I laugh. “Okay. What’s Krista like?”
“Krista loves cock. Especially the idea of mine. In her mouth, in her pussy, in her ass.”
My eyes pop out. “In her ass?” I question, startled. We’ve never done that.
“I’m not saying you have to do it. We’re just pretending.”
“Go on,” I say, amazed by how turned on I’m becoming at the idea.
“She invites me into her office, where she proceeds to seduce me.”
“Um hmm…” I rub my hand on his chest.
“Okay… go!”
“Oh! Now?” I stammer.
He nods his head in excitement.
“Hey, Mike.” I flounder. “Wait, what’s your name?” I question dubiously.
“Umm… just call me Mike. I don’t really care at this point. I’m so turned on by you. Just talk to me. Show me what you would do if you really wanted me.”
“I do really want you!” I laugh.
