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Mr. Jones waited patiently for his next instruction from Mrs. Jones. It wasn't that he didn't have ideas of his own...of course he did...he had lots and lots of ideas. Filthy ones...fun ones...and ones that sounded just plain crazy. Sure, he had ideas. But he waited for his wife. She was leading this show tonight. He knew he could always take over...direct the action...make orders...but tonight was not one of those nights.
In fact, this was an every-other-night game they played. They loved playing it.
Husband and wife, equal in their depravity, equal in their desires, equal in their sin.
Yes, tonight was her night to direct the action, but tomorrow it would be his. Mr. Jones loved this game. This playful love game they had developed over the years.
He waited for her next direction.
