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"You mean like sky-diving?" I asked, trying not to laugh.

"No..." she said. Her hand wandered clumsily over to my crotch. "I was thinking...maybe you'd like to do something a little wild...sexually."

"Oh, sexually," I said. "You mean maybe you'll finally let me fuck you up the ass?"

"Eww, no!"

"Then what do you mean?"

"I mean," she said, rubbing my dick through my pants a little more vigorously now, "what do you think about opening our marriage? Wouldn't you like to fuck some new, young, pussy?"

"Sure," I said, "except there's that inconvenient thing getting in the way."

"You don't have to wear a condom," she offered.

"No, I mean our wedding vows," I said. "I mean, I promised to forsake all others, in front of our friends and family and God. I can't very well break that promise, could I? What sort of despicable human being would ever do such a thing?"

She gave me a fake laugh. "Oh, honey, it's just sex. I wouldn't mind."

"Well, I would," I said.

She suddenly stopped her dick rubbing. It wasn't getting her anywhere, anyway.

"Why do you always have to be such a stick in the mud?" she asked. "Every time I suggest we do something new and exciting, you say no. We're not getting any younger, you know. Our window of opportunity keeps getting smaller and smaller."

"Well," I said, chewing another bite, "if you want to break the promise you made to all those people, that's your choice. But I'm not going to be a part of that."

Her demeanor shifted once again, and her dick-rubbing exercise recommenced.

"You'd be okay with me having some fun even if you're not doing the same?"

I picked up my last piece of steak with my fork and examined it for a moment before popping it into my mouth. Then I pointed my steak knife straight between her eyes.

"You really think you can cuckold me?"

The dick rubbing came to an abrupt halt once again.

"I...I was just thinking it might spice things up for us," she stammered. "You know our sex life has been pretty much dead for a long time now."

"Yeah," I said, "it has. And whose fault is that? Mine? I know what you've been doing, Rebecca."

"Wh...what do you mean?"

"I know about your so-called girls nights out. I know all about the guys you've been sucking and fucking in the back room of the bar, in their cars, in seedy hotel rooms, and even in a seedy alleyway. Seriously, do you have no standards?"

The expression on her face was priceless. Her jaw practically hit the table and her dopey eyes bugged out of her head and grew as wide as a couple of dinner plates.

"Wh...what are you talking about? I didn't do any of those things!"

I shook my head slowly and sighed. "Really, Rebecca? Are you really going to insult my intelligence by denying you did this?"

"Yes!" she exclaimed, folding her arms in front of her.

I shook my head again and motioned toward the pendant dangling from her necklace.

"Do you remember when I gave you that necklace?" I asked.

She looked confused for a moment. "Umm...yeah. Our last anniversary. What does that-"

"That's around the same time as you started your girls nights out, isn't it?"

"Umm...I guess so."

"And you never noticed anything unusual about that necklace?"

She held it out in front of her and turned it from side to side, examining it from every angle.

"It's amazing," I said, "how far technology has advanced in my lifetime. I remember when video cameras weighed a ton. And you had to carry them around with the VCR attached! Remember that?"

Rebecca just cocked her head and looked at me like I was crazy.

"Anyway, the cameras they have today are so tiny you can fit them in a necklace pendant. Can you believe that?"

Once again, I savored the expression on her face as the realization came to her. She seemed to fade into nothing, right before my eyes.

"Every night after your night out, I waited until you passed out - or "fell asleep" as you would say.

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