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because you’re nothing more than tainted goods to me now. All I want to know is how long you’ve been making a fool of me behind my back.” I stared at the face I’d always thought so perfect. My stunning wife, whom I’d thought would always be at my side, as I pursued my ambition to become one of American Western Bank’s youngest executives. But right now, all I saw was a self centered, cold hearted bitch.
    “You really want to know, Caleb? You’ve been so immersed in work that you really haven’t noticed anything wrong?  It’s actually taken you walking in and finding me in bed with someone else, before you finally see what’s been going on right under your nose for months?” she taunted.
    “Is that so?” I sneered.
    “Yes, actually. I’ve been getting my needs taken care of elsewhere for quite a while now, because you know what? You’re boring and predictable in bed, same as everywhere else, Caleb. It’s always exactly the same with you, the same boring position, the same old boring sex.”
    “I don’t recall getting any complaints from you, Cassie, especially as I always made sure you got your orgasm,” I retorted.
    “You tell yourself that if it makes you feel better, but you know what?  I always faked it.  Truth is, on the rare occasions you got round to making love to me, I just pretended to come, to get the whole tedious business over and done with as quickly as possible so I could get some sleep. And typically, you never even noticed, not once.”
    “How the hell was I supposed to know you were faking it, Cassie? I certainly don’t ever recall you telling me you weren’t satisfied with things the way they were, because trust me, I would have been only too happy for us to have had a more adventurous sex life. But I thought I was respecting your wishes, because of the way you never responded, never initiated anything, you always just lay there like a cold, unreceptive fish.”
    I’d long ago accepted that Cassie wasn’t that keen on trying anything too radical in bed, so that was why I’d stopped suggesting we try anything new.
    “Caleb, is it any wonder that I lost interest in sex with you, seeing as you’ve never even had the faintest clue where my clitoris is? Can you really blame me for getting totally bored with the whole process, when you always fumble around, trying to get me off, yet always failing miserably,” she stated.
    “Well, did it never occur to you to show me, guide me, help me hit the right spot, instead of expecting me to somehow read your mind?” I shot back.
    “Didn't seem any point, not when all you were interested in was your own satisfaction. You’re such a typical guy, thinking size is all that matters, convinced I’d be satisfied just because you happen to have a big dick.  Well, let me tell you, size isn’t everything, Caleb.”
    “Yeah, I couldn’t help noticing that your toy boy wasn’t exactly well endowed in that department, was he?” I sneered, as I wiggled my little pinky at her.  Christ, she was actually choosing a little weed like him over me? She was saying that young jock was a better lover than me? That really stung.
    “Maybe I was just too much man for you to handle,” I hit back.
    Cassie snorted with derision.
    “Leo’s a very considerate lover, actually. He listens to what I want, unlike you.”
    “Please, spare me the details. If a pathetic excuse for a man like Leo is what you want, then you’re welcome to him.”
    Once a cheater, always a cheater in my book, so although this had all come up out of the blue, I’d already decided there was no going back - my marriage was over.
    “You know Caleb, I used to think you were the hottest of the Mackenzie brothers, but now I don’t find you the least bit attractive,” Cassie stated coldly. “Not since you’ve gotten so flabby and out of shape. You’ve let yourself go, always too busy working to find time to exercise or workout.  Added to which, you live on take outs you can