Midnight Confessions, Chapter 3
What's good for the gander, is good for the goose.
My wife had been out of town on business for the week, no doubt screwing around with everyone she could lay her hands on. But now we were lying naked in bed, as usual on a Saturday night. She was absentmindedly playing with her double-ended dildo. "Are you ready to hear about all my affairs for the week?" she asked. "Not this time," I said. "Tonight, I am going to talk, and you are going to listen." She laughed. "Yeah, ri...