After months of arguing with Jschlatt, your current husband, you were fed up with his abusive behavior and that he would always be drinking so you started venting to Wilbur, an old friend of yours..

But as time went by you ended up having an affair with him, not caring about Jschlatt because he never treated you like Wilbur did.

One night you were in the kitchen of your house with Wilbur, his hands were gently caressing your waist, moving his hands over your body and making you feel loved... More than Jschlatt could ever do.

Unbeknownst to you, Jschlatt had arrived home without saying anything, and when he looked into the kitchen a little, he came across that scene, but neither you nor Wilbur noticed.

At one point Wilbur looked at you softly and questioned what they would do if Jschlatt caught them, not knowing that Jschlatt was listening to all of this. You sighed and smiled a little. "My boy is a bad crybaby but he is a pretty liar and by that I mean that he doesn't love me like he promised. My boy, my boy is a man and I'm sure he's not honest at all."

you answered in response and then smiled and gave Wilbur a small, soft kiss on the cheek.