All that goes to shite
Stefano
Ryleigh and I had a great night out. The babysitter was there to look after our youngest; the others were all over their friends or at uni right now. I had taken her to her favourite restaurant and we wined and dined until our hearts were content. The conversation flowed easily like it always had between us. Until we got home. We had a few glasses. Ryleigh more than me. I thought nothing could happen to make a perfect night and my mood turned foul until the morning.
Ryleigh looked at me dazed and confused as to how we were in the same bed and naked. How the hell are you supposed to explain to your wife that it was a perfect end to a perfect night, both of us making love and telling each other that we love each other? Hard that's how when your wife accu
