"Because I love you enough to want to see that you are happy. You love anal s*x, but can't get if from me so go and get it from Andy. It's a win-win situation. You love anal s*x and I got turned on watching you get it. I'd like to see it again. We both win."
"I can't believe this. I can't believe that you would let another man f**k me."
I just shrugged and nothing more was said on the subject.
Two weeks went by and then one night I came home from work to find a very different Faye in the kitchen fixing dinner. She had a ton of make up on, was wearing five-inch heels, a very short mini skirt and an extremely low cut blouse. "Jesus Christ Faye, you look like a whore."
"Well baby, this is the way the Andy likes me to look, the sluttier the better."
"The way Andy likes you?"
"I'm trustin
