"And you're sure that you forgive me?" Kurt's voice broke through the sated silence of their bedroom. After surprising Diane with a bouquet of flowers at her office, they'd made dinner plans. Dinner had quickly turned to confession hour, which turned into makeup sex, which turned into more makeup sex.

"Do you forgive me?" Diane raises her head from Kurt's chest.

"I do" Kurt kisses her head while his hand grasps her hand.

"I forgive you." It's a strangled whisper from his wife.

Diane places her head back on her husband's chest, listening to the steady, albeit, fast thrumming of his heart.

The pair lay in silence for quite some time until Diane asks the question that she's tortured herself with over the past twenty months of knowing about the affair. "Was she….is she better in bed than me?"

"No" is his quick, insistent reply.

"Then why…?"

"We were both drunk, I really don't know what happened, but I woke up to a mouth on my cock, I encouraged it, thinking it was you, and after I came, she moved up the bed to kiss me, and I realized it wasn't you. I got out of there as fast as possible, she blackmailed me into selling her my company and…well, you know the rest."

They settle into silence again.

"Was he...is there something you want me to do differently in bed?" Kurt's insecurities had been nagging at him for a little while as well.

Her cackle of laughter was music to his ears. "God no!"

Kurt waits for more information. "What? What was so bad?"

"Really?" she's incredulous at his question.

"You love me right?" at her nod he continues "and I'm never letting you out of my arms again, so might as well tell me everything."

"Tully was…well, Tully the turtle comes to mind."

"What do you mean?"

"Well, he…he was slow." At his questioning gaze she continued. "He was small" his eyes narrowed at his wife. Exasperated, she responds "He was lousy, ok?"

"What?"

"I had to fake an orgasm just to get him to finish!"

"So you didn't….?"

"No! How can I have an orgasm when the man has a penis the size of a baby carrot and can't find a clit with both hands?"

Kurt's boisterous laughter rings through the bedroom.

"Well, Ms. Lockhart, let's see if we can't remedy that problem." Kurt kisses her and flips her against the mattress.

"Going for three, McVeigh?" Diane asks with a pleased smile on her face.

"As many times as it takes ma'am"

"Giddy yup cowboy!"