With cruel, condescending honesty.

Daisy looked down her body and could only really see her breasts and the valley between them. She shrugged and jiggled. “To meet a man with a bigger dick,” she said, a hint of fire in her tone. William’s brow knitted and his nostrils flared. He tightened his fists but he didn’t act. His self-control was a reminder of her age but also a reminder of his past abuses. Daisy felt frightened but also bold. She remembered Dylan bragging about his dick, bragging about fucking her in front of William, and though she doubted his logic, she still seemed to believe him. “I’m going to suck his dick and deep throat him, William.”

William’s face grew red as Daisy adjusted her purse and her blouse. She tugged at the flannel to deepen her cleavage and exposed more of her tits. Then, slipping her purse on, she set the strap between her breasts to draw attention to them. The flannel could hardly contain them, it was so low, and she had so much. The top of her nipples could be seen if a person was close enough. “I’m cheating,” she said, meeting his gaze again with half-lidded anger. “Just like you did. Is that what you want me to say, William?”

William, still glaring and now shaking, said in an even tone, “When you want to talk like an adult, then we can talk.”

Daisy gave a supple, undulating shrug. “You want to talk, then don’t start the conversation by calling me a slut.” Opening the door, she said, “Play stupid games, get stupid prizes,” and then slammed the door behind her in empty anger.

Everything she said to William was true in a sense, and that was what made Daisy feel guilty. She hadn’t told him a single lie, but she had said it in a way which made it sound like she was lying. She felt guilty not for the betrayal of her marriage vows and her commitment to her husband, but because she was hiding Dylan, who was so far superior to her bristly, needly husband, and she decided to make it up to him when she saw him. It was her belief that his big dick and a thick load would help to wash away the guilt or at least make the argument worth it.

They met early, the sun still young in the air, and decided to have brunch at Daisy’s suggestion. She agreed to buy and, walking to the market together, got glances but nothing more. Dylan walked with his arm around her waist, tall and skinny beside her womanly curves. Daisy allowed it, enjoying the feel of being his. It reminded her of when she and William were first dating. It reminded her of when she first started dating Winter’s father, and it was at this point that it became clear to her how Dylan was her new man now. Even married to another man, she only had eyes for Dylan.

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