Mon amour Page #2

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- No!

- It's Dario's fault.

- You're lucky you play those games!

I told you, it's not like that.

In fact, things aren't going too well

between us.

- You mean in bed?

- I can't orgasm with him anymore.

But that's normal, darling!

It happens to everyone

sooner or later!

- It happened to me too.

- And what did you do?

Why do you think I came

to the festival with Francois?

He's not just Henry's secretary,

he's an incredible stud!

You feel guilty

for cheating on your husband?

There's guilt and guilt.

I feel really good.

In fact, so good that things

have even improved with Henry.

- In what way?

- Every way. Even in bed.

Jealousy, my dear Martina,

is the strongest aphrodisiac.

There's nothing better

than suspicion

to rekindle your partner's desire,

believe me!

Find someone

who'll give you a good f***ing.

You couldn't give Dario

a better present.

Someone... like that man

you were with, for example.

But I only met him this evening,

I don't even know his name!

Sometimes you don't need names

or a long time.

You need something else

that's long...

But... to be unfaithful to Dario,

screw with someone else...

- I don't know if I could.

- You could, darling.

You could.

The notorious "quick one"!

You've just got to do it right.

- Meaning?

- Get your priorities right.

- What priorities?

- The legitimate ones.

I only let Franois use

the rear entrance.

The front one is reserved

for Henry.

You're such a slut!

Congratulations, ma'am. The ass

isn't just for making poo-poo.

And as they say in my neck

of the woods, it hasn't got a meter!

These heels have ruined

my feet!

But...

- What is it?

- Your panties?

- I'm not wearing any.

- I can see, where are they?

- I didn't put any on.

- What do you mean?

You were the one

who dared me to, remember?

There are dares and dares.

What if someone had noticed?

What if I tell you they did?

- What do you mean by that?

- Hands can wander during a dance.

You can feel everything

through a silk dress!

That son of a b*tch

who danced with you!

- You know him?

- I don't mix with people like that!

Why get so hot

under the collar then?

You can see in his face

that he's a whoremonger, a gigolo

and a filthy pervert!

That must be why women

find him attractive.

Don't say you like him!

Well, I'm a woman too, aren't I?

- First of all, you're my wife.

- You don't say!

I'd forgotten.

Men like that are only interested

in whores.

From the way he was squeezing me,

I must be a whore too.

Anyway, what's got into you

this evening?

Nothing, I just wanted to tell you

what happened.

I saw you smile at him

and I wanted to warn you.

You saw me smile?

Well then, you didn't see anything.

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