It started out innocently enough,
a gift from my husband because I told him I was tired of being hit on, and I went to the gym.
He hired Jay to do something called adventure training.
Twice a week, we head out to beautiful locations to work out and be inspired by nature.
I wasn't planning on this escalating at all, but I found myself being inspired by more than just nature.
Jay was bringing something back to me that I didn't realize I'd lost,
myself.
My husband would give me anything I wanted,
cars,
clothes, a personal trainer,
but he wouldn't give me what I needed most,
his attention.
I decided to invite him in because I knew Robert wouldn't be home until much later in the evening.
It all seemed very innocent,
but in reality, it was anything but.
Thanks.
You're doing really great out there.
Thanks. Make me wanna overachieve.
And our Instagram posts are getting so much attention.
I mean, it's crazy. The business was good, but now
it is absolutely booming. The influx of new client,
it's enormous.
You inspire people.
Do
I
inspire you?
Alexa,
we can't.
We can't, but I can't.
I would like to say that it was a crime of opportunity,
but if I'm being honest, it was entirely premeditated on my part.
I know it seems cruel of me to do this to my husband,
but except for a brief period of time in the beginning, he's mostly been focused on his business.
And buying me things like spa memberships,
a personal trainer are mostly to keep me busy and out of his way.
I'm sure he wants me to be happy,
and now I truly am.
Thank you, honey.
Yeah.
Okay.
Yes.
Fuck.
Yes. Please stick those fingers in. Yes.
Fuck.
Yes.
Oh,
yes.
Fuck.
Yes.
This is the real work. I don't fucking want it. It's so too stressful. It's very quisky. Oh, yes, please.
This is real.
Yes.
Oh my god.
Fuck.
Oh, yes. Oh, you're making me fucking cum like this.
Don't
my fucking stop. Yes.
Oh, yes.
Such a perfect buddy.
Same time next week.