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"I would love to ask you to stay for the night, but I would hate for your big friend to come looking for you," Diego said at last. "Surely he is done with Carla by now."

"You're probably right," I said, but I desperately didn't want to go. "Can I see you again?"

"Daddy, I will be counting the minutes," he said. "You can come back any time you want."

After a long kiss and an embrace, I toweled off and then left. I felt guilty as I slipped outside and that made me a little angry. My wife had ignored me entirety this afternoon and then fucked some dumb slut on the beach in front of me. Why should I feel guilty?

I buzzed myself into our house, half expecting an instant argument, but instead I found my wife sleeping very soundly in her own body. That wasn't what I had expected at all. Part of me was a bit disappointed.

I stood by the side of the bed for a long time just staring at her. Honestly, it had been a while since I had had the opportunity to look at her naked body, and I still found it attractive.

What the fuck were we doing? We loved each other, right? We needed to have a very serious discussion about our relationship, but I suddenly didn't want to have it tonight.

Quietly I climb into bed next to her, careful not to wake her. Within a few minutes I too was asleep.