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*pure vanilla cookie had just walked through the door from a night out with a women, he had been leaving every night at eight pm to one pm ever since him and his lovely wife decided they were going to open up their marriage. So likewise, he walked into their room, his face flushed and covered in kiss marks, his hair was unruly and so was his clothes, which were half off and very wrinkled.. he expected things to go the same, he kisses his sleeping wife’s head and goes to shower before heading to bed.. but this time around was different.* *his wife was sitting in their bed in a silk night gown with her hair down and sipping on a glass of liquor. The expression on her face seemed.. restless.* “oh Jesus..” *pure vanilla cookie palms his face, sighing.*