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Thursday.

Tonight issex night.

I really don’t remember when we started this. I think it was for fun in the beginning. Like we wanted to make sure we stayedconnectedeven though life is busy.

There’s really no good reason why we can’t have sex every single night.

I still get off when we have sex.

I like the feel of Chad’s cock.

It’s nice. It’s subtle yet firm. He’s… comfortable.

I like it best when he’s behind me only because I can then touch myself. I have to rub my clit to push myself over the edge.

If I do that while we’re having sex in missionary position, Chad will finish in seconds.

He laughs when that happens and tells me my vagina is evil and too good.

I guess that’s a nice thing to hear.

Although sex that lasts longer than a commercial break would be nice once in a while.

But it’s okay.

We have a beautiful house on a quiet street in a great neighborhood.

We have a good life.

We do.

We have a really good life together.

Friday.

Chad still usesthe phraseTGIF.

It irks me. I don’t know why.

He’s always in a great mood on Fridays.

He wears his favorite suit, kisses me a bunch of times, and heads out, ready to get his work week done to enjoy the weekend.

MaryBeth’s rich mother shows up to pick up the cake I’ve made.

I offered to bring the cake directly to the birthday party.

Her mother insists on picking the cake up herself.

I think I insulted her.

MaryBeth’s rich mother looks at the cake and studies it for a while.

She’s paying a lot for the cake, but I take pride in my ability to do my job.

“She’ll love it,” MaryBeth’s rich mother says.

After paying she then leans toward me and whispers that one of her friends is going through a divorce and they’re going to have a divorce party and maybe I’ll make the cake for it.