Then it happened. She took a bite and her eyes popped open."Wow." she said with her mouth still full, "This is great!"I had never seen my wife "snarf"...a sandwich before, but that one had the stuffing snarfed out of it. It was a success. I had my masterpiece. I had made an end of my Sistine Chapel work. I had finished my "Big Dig". It was the seventh day. I rested.As we were getting ready for bed that evening, my wife informed me that she would like to take some of that sandwich to work with her. ”“Hey,” Marci replied, “It’s all good.”I started around the chair Marci was sitting on, but as I did, she playfully tossed my towel onto the pool. “What did you do that?” I asked.Marci did not bat an eye.“I like what I’m seeing,” Marci replied, arching her eyebrows. “My sister is such a lucky bitch.”I was not believing what was transpiring. I was home alone, and my wife’s twin was seemingly coming on to me.“Look,” I told Marci, “I don’t know if this is right. We are both very married.”"It's. I grabbed by her hair and forced her to look at me."What do you see, you fucking whore? Do you see the eyes of the man that loved you? They're the eyes of a dead man. You killed my heart and soul tonight. Now, I see why you were so eager to come to that damned party. You wouldn't fuck me because you were saving your cheating pussy for this dirt bag." At that, she let out an agonizing cry."No ... No ... I..." Don't try to talk your way out of this. You've been busted, bitch."She was terrified.. This part I just have to see with myown eyes." As soon as she returned and poured two drinks, I was told toput the chair back facing the vanity, and remove all the items from thesmall drawer in the middle. It was a full array of makeup. "O.K. lover, first take the foundation base and the wide brush, and apply it to your entire face in a thin layer." Cheryl was now laughing hysterically. I tried to comply, but I knew I wasn't doing a very good job. Now take the skin colored rouge, and apply it.