My Evil (Ex-) Wife
CHAPTER 1 “Oh, shit,” I thought, “I’m really in for it. She’s caught me again.” I had just showered after dinner and my hand automatically went down to my cock. I pulled my hand from my shorts and waited for the storm to hit. Instead, my wife Eileen walked into the den and sat opposite me. “We definitely have to talk and I want you to be completely honest with me. Will you do that?” I admit I was confused. She hated when I played with myself. I expected a real tongue-lashing—I’d received several over the past month. Why was she being so nice? “Okay, what do you want to know?” “How often do you play with yourself?” I sighed, “Every day.” “When and how long?” This was getting embarrassing. “Okay, virtually every morning for …