Alone, at last, Jack looked stoically at his wife. Melissa was hoping that he would finally show some signs of jealousy but the obvious erection in his pants told a different story. Jack didn't say a word but simply looked at his wife, scanning her body from head to toe and back again. Her dress was wrinkled, her makeup was washed off, her hair mussed and had that just f****d look about her. He even got to meet one of the men that f****d his wife. It would later help him to imagine what his wife had done with him.
He broke his silence with a one-word question, "Well?"
"Well what," Melissa responded.
Jack grinned mischievously and responded, "Well, aren't you going to tell me all about last night? I've been dying to know what happened. I want to know every last detail too."
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