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Hell, yeah. That was exactly what I had in mind. And that was exactly what I did. I spent the next two days fucking Steph in every hole, in every position I could think of, in every square feet of the apartment.

It was the best weekend in ages.

I think she thought I was making up for coming home late two days in a row. I wasn’t about to tell her she was wrong, and the whole testosterone display was meant mostly to prove myself that no matter what the sick weirdo at work said or did, he didn’t know me. I did know myself, and I was the same old stallion that made my girl beg for more and beg for mercy.

I even entertained the idea of picking a girl online to have a threesome on Saturday night. But we couldn’t let into our home a stranger that might bring the virus. All the girls on the internet offered proof that they were clear and vaccinated, but Steph and I knew all too well how easy it was to get fake papers for whatever you wanted. So she had to bear with all the workload of appeasi