"That's right! you heard me! Screw you!"

"That's right! you heard me! Screw you!"

We had had yet another row that left us both hearts pounding and faces flushed in anger. I couldn't believe it. She had done it again!

I couldn't help but feel that she was setting me up to be the bad guy time and time again...

"Babe..." she had told me, "you know when we first met that you told me you wouldn't mind if I wanted to explore a few new things, even if we got married? Well.... I was thinking... my friend Amanda - you know Amanda right? - well she needs a place to crash for a week while she is in Colombo and I know that we have just our little one bedroom flat, but do you think she could stay and... share the bed with us as well?"

I was shocked to hear her speak to me like this. She had proven to be the most jealous of wives after we got hitched, and unreasonably so. I had lost almost all of my friends as I was "suspected" of sleeping around with the females and using the men as an excuse to get out of the house to... you guessed it... sleep around with the females!

Now, this is not entirely a baseless accusation as there have been many times when I have been tempted, but I thought we had an open enough relationship for me to comment that 'that ass looks nice!' especially when she would openly tell me that she found this one, that one, or the other attractive.

I should have refused, but Amanda shows up and promptly gives me a huge hug, a kiss on the cheek and a big 'thank you' for letting me crash. I look at my wife and she has this gorgeous open smile on her face.

I took her aside and asked her again, about our sleeping arrangements and she told me, without a doubt, that 'yes, I want us to sleep together'

That was three nights ago...

We all made love maybe seven or eight times since then.

No problem.

Amanda walked into the pantry this morning and asked if I could fix her an omelette... I obliged. Four minutes later, my wife walks in and sees Amanda taking her first mouthful and flips her lid!

I am now cheating on her for making a friggin omelette! I mean, what the actual fuck? the three of us have been fucking each other every way from Sunday, so much so that my cock may actually be bruised and now I am the one cheating!

Amanda's stuff has been thrown into her bags and she's thrown out of the house. My wife is screaming blue murder and wants me gone as well.

The neighbors have come out to watch, Amanda is flushed and crying, desperately trying to drag her half packed bag behind her as she simultaneously tries to hide her face and flee the scene.

One neighbour has decided to boo and the other threatens to call the police. The door slams leaving me locked outside. My wife's face appears at the window. She is not crying or screaming anymore. Instead, she is looking out at me, with a big grin on her face and her middle finger flipping me off.

She's got me good, I will give her that. She got everything and I am left to try and scrape my life back together.

Three months later, my phone rings... I pick up...

"Hello?"

It's Amanda... and my broken heart begins to mend.

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