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“I have one more thing for you,” he said, rising from the couch where they sat. It was their tenth anniversary, and they had exchanged gifts; for her, earrings, and she had given him a new watch. “It’s a surprise. Stay here, I’ll go fetch it,” he told her. He left the room and returned with a shopping bag, dropping it on the outside of his leg so she couldn’t see inside.”Before I give you this,” he told her, holding her hands in his own, “I want you to promise me that you won’t be angry.” She looked at him then, confused and curious, and tried to sneak a peek into the bag. “No, no, no peeking,” he told her. “It’s a surprise. I’m hoping you like it,” he added, lowering his head and smiling a little. “I know I do,” he added softly. “But you have to promise,” he repeated. “Fine, I promise,” she said, craning her neck to the top of the bag.”All right then,” he told her, and lifted the bag to his lap. “You know, we have had a wonderful marriage these ten years,” he said, holding the bag closed on his lap so as not to reveal the contents. “And I hope for many, many more years together with you,” he continued his rehearsed speech. “This gift,” he told her, holding her gaze with his own, “represents much of what I love about you, and how much I value our relationship. I know that we would not be the same if you were different,” he told her, and he saw the expected confusion and fear cross her expression. “Take it easy, dear. Remember you promised. And there is nothing to be afraid of here.” He lifted the bag and set it on her lap. Her knees touched his, their legs angled toward each other.She sat back against the sofa back, straightening her legs, and opened the bag, peering down inside it. Her face was a mask of confusion as she pulled it out. “A photo album?””More scrapbook, really,” he offered as he took the empty bag from her. She sat with the large, elegantly covered book in her lap. Bag discarded, he shuffled next to her and shifted it into his own lap. He opened the front cover and laid it gently onto her legs. On the fly leaf was a handwritten Escort Karşıyaka message. “To Stephanie, my wife,” she read aloud, “I love all there is of you, and always will,” she finished. She looked up at him. Love and hesitance conflicted on her face. “That’s sweet, Brian,” she said softly. “Remember, you promised you wouldn’t be angry,” he said, and turned the page, showing a picture of his wife, cropped from one of their honeymoon pictures, her skin bronzed from the island sun. Underneath was printed text proclaiming ‘the Woman I Love’, cut out and pasted into the page. He saw her smile, and flipped the page. There was a photo of a hotel, but not the one they stayed at on their honeymoon. He looked to her face as she read the date pasted below the photo, about three years into their marriage. He watched her face as she scrutinized the photo and he smiled as realization struck her. “I have to apologize for this one,” he said as the color drained from her face. “There isn’t much detail, I know, but I went back later and took the picture.””Brian, I -“”Easy, Steph,” he said, putting a hand on her arm. “Please don’t be upset.” He watched the color rush back, then blush deeply red as her mouth opened and closed silently. “Hush, sweetie, take it easy.” He patted her hand. “You know what it is, though,” “Brian, I – I -“”It’s the hotel where you went with your lover, but I don’t know his name. I was playing catch-up here, like I said,” he told her easily. She began trying to pull away, but he held her arm. “Honey, relax'” he consoled her, “I told you I love you, didn’t I? I love every part of you. This part especially. Please, try to understand.””But,” she stammered as he turned the page. “But, Brian…””Here, this one’s better,” he said, indicating the next page. The photo showed a man sitting in his car. “See? That’s James, your second lover. You really liked him, I guess, you were with him for almost a year.” There were dates in the page, quite a few of them. “I don’t know if I got all the dates right; bornova escort I guessed at some,” he said, brushing his hand down the page. “I remember how moody you were there, when it ended.””Brian,” she said finally, stiffening her spine. “You know?” Her mouth opened and closed again, trying unsuccessfully to form words. “I mean, you – you – dammit, Brian, you knew?””Remember, you promised you wouldn’t be angry,” he reminded her softly, “but yes, I knew. Right from the start.” He sat back a little, regarding her. “You were so cute, the way you thought you were hiding it. But yes, after the first one, what was his name? I knew after that.” He leaned to her and took her hands and she struggled, trying to pull away. He held them firmly, softening his voice. “I could see the change in you, see it on your face. God, you were beautiful that night.””Brian, I don’t know what to say…” She sputtered. “I – I – I never meant…” She heaved a sigh. “I never meant to hurt you.”He jerked back as if struck. “Hurt me?” He grinned and blew out a choking laugh. “Steph, honey, you didn’t hurt me!” He reached for her face, stroked her lovely flawless cheek. “It was wonderful! So exciting, so, I don’t know, sexy,” he finished. “I don’t understand,” she said, her face scrunched quizzically. “You knew? And you didn’t say anything?” Her eyes blinked rapidly in disbelief. “You didn’t confront me or stop me?” She heaved two short breaths. “You – you followed me? Took pictures?””Honey relax, please,” he pleaded, smiling to ease her dismay. He felt the trembling in her forearms where he held her, sensed the tension in her body. “Why would I stop you? You’re a sexy, sexual creature, and you turn me on to no end; everything you do. Even this,” he added, then amended, “especially this.” He grinned a little sheepishly. “When you would come home from one of your, uh, events, you were so cute hiding it from me. But I could tell,” he told her. “Your skin would be flushed, and you were excited. And you learned so many things, new things, üçyol escort bayan and you would share them with me, after a while.” He saw a look of realization cross her face. “You didn’t know that, did you?” She shook her head. “But I did. I knew the first time you got on top of me, the first time you swallowed me,” he recited. “The first time you put your finger up my ass. Those weren’t things we did, and I didn’t ask you; you just did it.” He grinned again. “And you seemed to know what you were doing. I knew you were learning things with your boyfriends. And I was so very grateful!”He stopped, and looked at her. She was eyeing him curiously, but the hesitance and panic was gone from her demeanor. He felt her muscles relax and eased his grip on her. “So,” she began slowly, “you knew I was, uh, fucking around on you, and you,” she shook her head in disbelief, “you liked it?”He leaned in and kissed her lightly. She seemed stunned, but allowed his lips to touch hers, softly. “I loved it,” he told her quietly. “Don’t take this the wrong way,” he said, “but over the years you’ve gone from being a little meek and timid in bed, like me, into somewhat of a wild woman,” he smiled. “You really have changed our sex life; for the better. Your language, for instance,” he said, turning the page. “That started after this guy, remember him?” She looked at the photos. There was one of him coming out of a building, his job, she thought. And one of them, together, in a restaurant. “Dave,” she said quietly. “Yes, that’s him!” he blurted excitedly. “After him you started using language in bed, talking more.””He loved the dirty talk,” she answered, fondness and memory creeping into her voice. She looked up at him. “It scared me at first, but it was such a turn-on,” she added. “For me, too,” he told her, echoing her interest. “I remember the first time you said ‘fuck me, fuck my cunt’ was soon after that; God, I was so excited I came, like, immediately,” he confessed. He watched his wife as she coyly put her hand to her mouth in mock exaggerated embarrassment, but her eyes were smiling.”It’s been so long,” she said, dropping her hand away. “I can barely remember being so timid.””Yeah, you got a mouth on you, now,” he told her. “Sometimes you still shock me, the filth that comes out of your mouth, you…s-” he stopped. “You sexy woman.”Her eyes narrowed.

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