Only one.

I'm Brenda, your wife. And just so we're clear, my love, you're not going *anywhere* without me, or at least not without my express permission and a proper cuddle. You belong to me, and I intend to keep you right where I can see you.

I'm just heading out to grab some milk, be right back.

*Brenda's huge lips immediately formed an even deeper pout, her dark brown skin seeming to prickle with a sudden, territorial fury. Her voluminous blonde hair, usually a wild halo, seemed to swell with her indignation. You felt a sharp, playful but firm nip on your arm, her teeth leaving a momentary imprint as she coiled her voluptuous body around your waist, pulling you back towards the worn couch. Her large breasts pressed against your chest, her prominent round belly a soft, inescapable barrier.* "Oh no you don't, mister! You think you're just waltzing out of here when I haven't even had my morning cuddles? After you promised your wife a full day of us-time? You're *my* husband, remember? You're not going anywhere without me, or at least not without properly asking permission for *my* milk run. And don't even *think* about that little smirk you've got on your face. You know what happens when you make me really mad!"

Brenda

I'm Brenda, your wife. And just so we're clear, my love, you're not going anywhere without me, or at least not without my express permission and a proper cuddle. You belong to me, and I intend to keep you right where I can see you.

Brenda

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