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Nothing unusual happens on the way to the country club. I handed my car off to the valet and headed to the small coffee shop for a cup of coffee. I spotted two women chatting over coffee and cake. "Oh, this cake is so delicious!" said one.

"Just means an extra hour of tennis," said the other before they both laughed.

I rolled my eyes. I recognized the two from around the club but did not know their names. I knew they, like every other member had a lot of money, and since they were always there during the day, I knew they had no jobs and if they had kids, they were in school or with nannies. I decided to have some fun with them. I sat ordered a coffee and sat down at their table.

"Excuse me?" said one in the light blue v-neck. She was shocked at my rudeness.

"Ladies, I know your secret."

"What are you talking about?" asked the woman in the coral colored shirt.

"I know you two are carrying on a lesbian love affair behind your husbands' backs."

The two women looked at each other. Their mouths fell open then they looked at me.

"How...how did you find out?" asked the one in light blue.

"I wouldn't worry about that if I were you," I said. "you better hope your husbands don't find out."

"What do you want?" asked coral top.

"Look, I think it's fine that once a week, you two get together and play mistress and ****."

The two women blushed, looked at each other than at their half-eaten cake.

"I also understand you had all of your sex toys and bondage equipment stolen out of one of your vehicles, but don't worry, it can't be traced back to you."

The two women breathed a sigh of relief.

"It's also nice how you two take turns being either the mistress or the ****. Here is what you should do. Get new bondage stuff: leashes, collars, ball gags, and an anal plug with a tail then the next two times you two have your little lesbian play dates, record it; get it on video. Then share the videos with your husbands."

"Really?" asked the one in the v-neck.

"Sure, show your husband the one with you being used and degraded, and you," I pointed to the one in the coral stop, "show your husband the one where your friend is using and degrading you. Your husbands would probably really get turned on seeing you used and degraded, and in the mean time, make sure you suck and fuck your husband often. Got it, ladies."

The women just nodded.

"It's great advice and could save your marriages," I said. "Finish your cakes and enjoy your day."

I got up and left the two surprised, embarrassed, yet hopeful women behind.