What is a Wife?
Added 2022-10-12 18:49:14 +0000 UTC"Honey! Where are ya?"
"I'm out on the front porch havin' some coffee babe."
I furled my brow. Cynthia must be feeling ill because her voice sounded weird and deep, almost like a man. I came round the house to find strange if slightly familiar man sitting on the front steps.
"Who the hell are you? Where's Cynthia?"
"Very funny, Dave," he said, sipping on his joe, "By the way, thanks for brewing this up this morning babe. It's perfect."
"I'm not kidding. What are you doing here? Where is my wife?"
"Dave, are you okay? You feeling ill? You're speaking nonsense. What is a wife?"
"The woman I am married to! Where is she?"
"Woman? Did you forget your meds today babe? You're speaking nonsense. I'm you husband! Kevin! You're married to me! Don't you remember?"
The strange man came up to me and wrapped me in his arms. Some how he was taller than me, and he kissed me on the forehead. My mind told me this was all wrong but my body melted into him a clutched his sturdy lean muscles. I could feel crotch get tight, and his seemed to be matching.
"Don't you remember how I f*cked you on our wedding night? You took my seed with gusto? Yeah I think your starting to remember. That's my good boy. How bout I finish this coffee and I remind you who the man of this house is."
