I know you are pretty, but please, let me have my man when you’re done with him

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I am lying here on my matrimonial bed and his side of the bed is conspicuously empty. I cannot hear his snores, neither can I feel his body pushing me over the edge of the bed. The bed is warm, but that cannot replace the warmth of my husband. But I know he is in your embrace; sometimes we draw comfort from the weirdest of situations.

You are young and pretty, your subtle skin glows under the sun and it is a little wonder that you have the attention of my husband. Do you know he missed our son’s school show last weekend? He said he had an urgent business trip out of town, but when I was doing his laundry, I found receipts showing he spent in town and oh, a packet of condoms. I am glad you protect yourselves; it means the world to me and the kids.