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Was it liberating for me?
Oh, yeah, you bet!
The strange thing was it didn't make me feel cheap. I wasn't sleeping around but I was having the best sex of my life and getting back my confidence while still fulfilling my dutiful role in society. I did some charity work, took art lessons, played tennis at the club and still got together at dinner parties with my married friends. Occasionally I even went out with their boring fix-up dates.
The ladies at the book club all said I looked marvelous and begged me to share my secret with them. They took great pleasure in teasing me about having a 'new mystery man' in my life but I smiled demurely and dismissed it all with a wave of the hand. After all, how could I possibly tell them that on Easter Sunday, instead of going to church, I'd invited Blaize over? He arrived with little shiny foil wrapped chocolate treats stuffed down his jeans and our foreplay involved an Easter egg hunt in his underwear. Mr Chocolate Pants, with his extraordinary stamina for riding - and we're not talking bikes here, was my personal fuck boy and my salvation. I wasn't sharing any of him with those frustrated bookworms.
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