That’s what cuckolds do
“Promise me you won’t tell Martin.”
“Tell him what?”
“About this.”
“He already knows. I told him six months ago that you and me were getting it on.”
“Oh he’s never said. No wonder he’s been acting strange.”
“Strange? I what way?”
“Telling me that he loves me all the time. Helping me to dress when I am meeting you.”
“That’s not strange Darlin! That’s what cuckolds do.”


