A couple days later Samantha confronts you

“John we have to talk.”

She looks shaken – like her mother or her dog has died. You offer her a seat but she rejects you. You ask her what’s on her mind, but she keeps shaking her head and appears unable to talk.

Finally she manages to spit out her question: “Did you feed me cum?”

You try to look as confused as possible and tell her you have no idea what she’s talking about. You’ve never seen her like this, her skin is blotching and her hands are shaking. But she pulls herself together enough to tell you what happened.

“My sister Claire was over at my place and she went ahead and had some of your yogurt as a snack when I went out to the store for some wine. When I came back she asked why we had a jar of cum in my fridge. I didn’t know what she was talking about. She thought I was trying to get pregnant or something and that it was husband Jimmy’s cum. My sister thought she accidentally ate my husband’s cum!”

You try to keep as straight a face as possible as Samantha continues.

“I told her she was crazy and told her it was just homemade yogurt but she said, ‘Samantha, I’ve had a lot of cum in my day and I know what it tastes like. I don’t know if you’re trying to trick me or someone’s tricked you, but that’s a jar of cum in your fridge.’”

“She dropped it after that, because she could see I was upset, but after she left I smelled it again and…” Samantha finally pauses after her long rant and continues quietly, “I tasted it again... and I think Claire is right.”

“John, I think you fed me your cum!” she says loudly enough you hope nobody heard her. “Why would you do this to me?”