“I can’t believe I said all those things,” he groaned.“It’s all right,” she said, as relief surged through her. “What’s important is t...at you’re back to normal.”“You must hate me,” he moaned.“I don’t hate you,” she insisted.“But I said all those things!” he blurted.“I made you say all those things,” she said.“That doesn’t mean they didn’t disgust you.”“Bobby!” she barked. “Look at me!”He raised tortured eyes and she reached to grasp his chin, to prevent him from looking away.“I am not. Now ya could a been callin’ him Purple Nose John for when he be about a tellin’ me that all boys lie all the time and all they be tryin’ ta do is ta lie wit a girl and get her in the family way of bein’.Then my da says, “Ah, Red Nose John, I’d best be a tyin’ an anchor to your truly immense feet right now and throwin’ ya to Davey Jones, seein’ as how you’re already confessin’ to lusting for my daughter, and she barely being fourteen. If I let you keep a livin’, no tellin’ how much mischief ya. Paint your fingernails and toenails in bright, bimboey colors. Lots of earrings. Toe rings. Anklets. Bangle bracelets. Bright bimbo red lipstick. And makeup, sweetie. Lots of eye makeup. It won’t stop the arousal, but it will help mute it a little. And I’m sure every little bit helps now, doesn’t it, slut?’ Cassandra helped Michelle to her feet. Michelle’s eyes were a bit glazed and she seemed to have trouble standing. Cassandra walked the stumbling Michelle through the door and towards her car. I quietly left and later that night I came home to a lovey-dovey wife who told me that she had been horny all day thinking about me. She pulled me upstairs to the bedroom and then did her absolute best to fuck my eyes out. It was the first time I knowingly had sloppy seconds, but it wasn't the last. I never let her know that she had been discovered and life went on.No, I wasn't a guy who got off on knowing that his wife did other men. What I was was a guy who could not, under any circumstances,.