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My name’s Katie and I’ve been in a relationship with a couple years now and we’ve both had a good time doing what we love, but it’s been hard at times, especially when the other one has had to go. So I think it’s only right that I tell this story about my time with a man in the other sex.

It’s a Friday evening, I’m working at home with the kids and they’re at the local park, playing a bit of sports on their computer. A friend of my has just taken us to a local venue and we’re all pretty excited about it. My husband and I have been together for a couple years now, and he’s a huge football fan so I really love seeing him and he’s been pretty chill about coming with me. He’s always been a pretty laid back guy but this past couple of years he has really turned me on. I’ve been talking a lot to him and he’s been doing his best to make sure we’re both enjoying ourselves but we can’t help but talk a little bit about the events of the day which lead to this.

I’m in our flat in West Ham when we get the door bell ringing. My husband and I are both pretty busy at the minute and it’s not like we can be around each other all day. I’m working and my kids are both playing sports or working, so my husband’s always around at the moment and as soon as the door is opened we head out with a smile on our faces and the kids walking by and me walking by. I’m wearing jeans and an apron which makes my arms feel a lot more defined. I’m sitting at the kitchen table and the door is right across from where our kids are sitting. My husband and daughter walk in and get to my feet. They look at each other and say ‘what are you doing out here?’ and I say ‘just watching the sport’ and they say ‘yes we saw you there’ and my husband smiles at me and says ‘I’m a footballer you understand’ and he walks to the front of the room and puts on his football boots. He has his helmet on which he uses and he has a big scarf wrapped around his neck. My husband and daughter sit down at the table and sit back and say ‘what are you wearing’ and I say ‘my bra’ and his daughter leans back and says ‘oh so you’re a footballer’ and I’m a bit nervous as they’re all watching me and trying to guess at my clothes and look for the ‘football boots’ or whatever the shirt says.

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