Your Wife Is Pissed

“What are you doing?!” You’re caught off guard. You try to explain yourself but she is not having any of it. “I sent you here for one reason, to see if Amelia was gay, but I catch you sucking her off, and now you say you fell in love with her?”

“Babe please, just let me explain,” you say, trying to calm her down. Your wife is too far gone into absolute rage. “Mom, let him explain,” says Ames. “You shut your mouth,” she screams at her daughter-turned-son. He walks out of the room and slams the door.

“Please just calm down and listen to me,” you say, your voice raising. “Fine,” she screams.

“After I got out of the shower, and went back here, Amy started to kiss me,” you start to explain. “I didn’t know how I felt about it, but then she brought me to her bed and shoved a dildo in me. And yes, we fucked. I wanted to run down to tell you so bad, but I felt like I was trapped by my lust for her. I heard your car start to leave, and she took a blue pill. She wanted me to suck her cock, and I did. I started to like it, I felt...right.” Your wife is shocked to hear the last part of that fucked up monologue.

“I love you, and I always will. If you hate me, fine. But that’s the truth, I promise you,” you say. You kneel down and briefly kiss her hand. She doesn’t know what to say or how to feel.