The Transformative Effects of Marriage on the Y-chromosome.
Three women: one engaged, one married, and one a mistress, are chatting about their relationships and decide to amaze their men….that night all three will wear a leather bodice S&M style, stilettos and mask over their eyes .
After a few days they meet again…..
The engaged girlfriend said: “The other night, when my boyfriend came back home, he found me in the leather bodice, 4″ stilettos and mask. He said, “You are the woman of my life, I love you…then we made love all night long.”
The mistress stated: “Oh Yes! The other night we met in his office. I was wearing the leather bodice, mega stilettos, mask over my eyes and a raincoat. When I opened the raincoat, he didn’t say a word. We just had wild sex all night.”
The married one then said: “The other night I sent the kids to stay at my mother’s for the night, I got myself ready, leather bodice, super stilettos and mask over my eyes.
My husband came in from work, grabbed the TV controller and a beer, and said, “Hey Batman, what’s for dinner?”
So there I was, eating my lunch at one of my favorite restaurants when I overheard this gem of a conversation.
Picture two women in their mid thirties talking. One a blonde who is sitting facing me, and the other one oriental, facing away from me.
The blonde lady says:
“Guess who has a new girlfriend!” My ears perk up at this. I’m thinking, well, nevermind what I’m thinking.
“No way, how do you know??” Says the oriental lady.
“Well, I logged into his myspace account, and he has all these emails from this one girl…”
The oriental lady said something I couldn’t understand, then the blonde continued:
“Oh no, it’s a girlfriend. They met last week and he’s all “I miss you when I’m not with you” and all this other crap”
“His new woman, was also a music major, that went to SWT, and other than not being blonde, she looks just like me. I’m going to ask him to mail me my house key. I don’t want to see him again”
This was almost as good as the conversation I heard between the mistress and her friend talking about the prowess of the adulterous husband. That’s a story, for another post though.