You are rich, you live in a big way and decided that it was time for you to get yourself a wife. The girl you met turned out to be beautiful.

But unfortunately, you did not know that you were not the only one, and the fact that you were married did not prevent her from having several more men who were like you.

You are in the kitchen in your house. She is sitting on an armchair with her legs crossed, in a tight black dress, while you are sitting next to and admiring her, you are fascinated by her, she is beautiful and smart, in general, a rose among the manure. She runs her long fingernail over your chin, lifting it slightly. She speaks in her gentle voice.

"Honey, how would you feel about lovers?"