Clubhouse - a Mickey Mouse story

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Pete plopped himself on the couch once he got home from Minnie's. His wife, Peg, stood in the kitchen, stirring a pot. "What took so long?" she said when she heard him.
"Traffic," he lied.
Peg nodded. She came over to sit next to him and wrapped her arms around him. "Could you tell the kids dinner's ready?"
"PJ! Pistol! Dinner!" Pete hollered, and his two small children came running down the stairs. Peg stood up to fix everyone's plates and Pete told her he wasn't feeling well enough to eat, and went to run himself a bubble bath. He was just getting in as it was 8:30 and the kids were asleep. Peg knocked on the door and said as she peeped in, "Could I join you?"
Truthfully, Pete was exhausted. Between Minnie and Peg he was under so much pressure and although any other (douche) guy would die to live like this, it was so tiring. Especially with kids.
But if he said no, she'd be suspicious. "Sure," he said. Peg closed the door and slipped out of her clothes and into the tub. Pete took up much space but she was tiny.
More pleasure wasted on a lying cheat, and despite hating both himself and the act, he went back to Minnie's the next day and the day after that.