In the morning, Samantha was awake before me, reading the newspaper. She looked at me with a sultry smile. It wasn't Amanda's, but it was Samantha's from our honeymoon. She was perfect. "You're smiling just like you did on our honeymoon," I remarked.
"Because I'm satisfied, honey. Now if you only could go for as long as you did on the second night," she added, smiling. "Remember the beach?" I pulled her tightly and kissed her.
That morning, we tried to set another record. "I think that was even better than our honeymoon," she said, after I finally collapsed with exhaustion.
Later that afternoon, she put on a cute sleeveless
turtleneck dress and told me that she was going to the bank. "I'm
going to leave you alone, honey. Remember what I said, you aren't
allowed to see Amanda anymore." I understood that my wife wasn't
going to share me with any woman - even her old self.
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