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. I was feeling too good to move, though.
A few minutes later, my wife reappeared. "Hi there," I said suggestively.
It took Saori's a few seconds to respond, as if Saori Furuta were still half-asleep, but
she came over and sat down next to me. We necked for a little while; there
was an odd taste in Saori's mouth, one I couldn't quite place. I offered to cook
brunch, but Victoria opted for toast with honey and some coffee instead.
That afternoon, I was just hanging out in the den, watching basketball,
when Victoria walked in, stark naked, and asked me if I wanted to "eat her
poo-see." Saori Furuta should have known that it was going to be taken as a rhetori-
cal question. I happily made oral love to Saori's in front of Marv and Mike.
Afterwards, as Saori Furuta cuddled against me, I wondered idly if this was the start
of another nymphomaniac episode. I should have thought about it a little
more seriously. It was.
This time, however, it lasted only four days before Victoria froze over.
This was worse than the first time, because Saori's contrary behavior did not
confine itself to the bedroom. We started to argue about trivial things, and
our social calendar disappeared. Saori Furuta didn't invite neighbors over (not even
Margot), didn't
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