Fucking grin and bear it. My wife was giving me the cold shoulder, and Mila was shooting daggers at me with her eyes from across the table. I felt like I was caught in crossfire, out in the open, snipers shooting at me from every possible escape route. Trying to patch things up with Monique was going to be difficult, especially if she was cheating on me… she was damn sure not going to make it easy for me. Could I forgive her if it was true? But then there was the other problem, when a mere look at Mila in her flimsy robe made my cock stir. I cleared my throat and adjusted my slacks so my erection wouldn’t be obvious. As hard as I tried, I couldn’t stop staring, and I only hoped Monique was too preoccupied with her own breakfast to notice where my gaze kept landing. Mila pushed away her plate, her food barely touched. She got up from the table with a groan, her thin robe parting at the chest, revealing a sliver of flesh beneath.
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