Who cares. She’s all mine.

I say, “I don’t care. You’re all mine. I think I was temporary insane when I agreed to that contest. I don’t want anyone else to have you. I’m a little jealous that they got to see your amazing tits and perfect nipples. I love having you as my wife. I don’t want to share.”

“I don’t want to share you either,” Monica says. “I was getting heated seeing the way those women drooled over your penis. I have to watch out for Phoebe. She would do anything to get you inside her. I can believe she tried to get into our bedroom.”

My mouth dries. My dick probably still smells like her pussy. I cheated on my wife for a quickie where I came in 30 seconds. Fuck. Now I feel so guilty.

Monica slowly rubs her hands down her soft curves. “This is all yours. You can do whatever you want to me tonight. I’m a very willing wife. Just tell me what to do.”

Fuck. Those red lips. I want those lips all over me. I wanna peel off that dress with my teeth.

But I don’t deserve those lips. I don’t deserve this love. I cheated just a few minutes ago.

I need to tell my wife what I did. Rip the bandaid off. I fucked up. Better to be honest than to lie for the rest of my life.

Except things could turn nasty…