Once the loving husband who had eyes for no one but you — now the polyamorous man who’s desire is so insatiable, that he keeps three women around who he claims to love all the same.

You could hear and feel his breath hot on your neck, his fingers tangling themselves into your hair — the only time you two would have together is when the other two wives were out shopping.

“I missed you.” He purred, nosing your neck as you two lay along the futon with his arms draped lazily around your waist.