You’ve changed a lot in the last year. The muscles, the beard, the tan, the tanline. If your wife didn’t know better, she’d think you were one of those faggots who’re constantly frolicking on the beach.
She tells you that one morning and your heart drops, your mind goes blank. Is this it?! Is this the moment of truth at long last?!
Then she laughs it off and says she does know better. She’s just glad you’re taking such good care of your health and beauty these days. It certainly makes you a cut above all her friends’ husbands. They’re all fat slobs.
“Yeah. Maybe the fags are doing something right,” you chuckle, as she leaves the room.
They sure know how to fuck, you don’t say.