I remember that evening well, because to make my husband angry, but also to excite him, in the afternoon I had him call his soccer buddy with whom he had wanted to go out the night before.... And since my husband was now a complete disgrace, seeing that his friend had seen me while I was fucking a Neapolitan boy, I decided to go out alone with his soccer buddy, who had the face of a little bastard, but who was very handsome.