HOTWIFE: My Secret Prayer

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Why didn't Paul just tell me what I'd been muttering in my sleep? I really don't think he believed that I didn't remember dreaming. Honestly, I didn't. Well, those first ones anyway.
Okay, let me back up a minute. Paul, my husband, and I had been having issues. Or, should I say, he'd been having issues with a certain something-something that wouldn't function. Of course, I thought he didn't find me sexy anymore. You get what I mean.
We could‘ve gone to a therapist. Instead, he insisted on speaking with our preacher and his wife!
As if that wasn't embarrassing enough, my sneaky husband exposes that I'd been sleep-talking—muttering things that would reserve me a sulfuric view in Hell—right in front of the preacher and his wife.
Then, Paul goes from explaining our marriage to the preacher, apparently with full transparency, to being all vague when I asked him about their conversation. Turns out, our preacher's wife is pretty sneaky herself.
Who am I kidding? All three of them are way too sneaky! Don't get me wrong—I'm not complaining about the results. I'm still blushing, though.