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To start, I want to offer my sincerest thanks for all the knowledge and guidance that is provided here. Longtime lurker, began unplugging 8 months ago.

I am beyond embarrassed to tell this story. Married 7 years, 5 year old twins. SMV always has been slightly above my wife's, and I thought the gap had widened even further. Lifting more, new wardrobe. Internalizing OI. IDGAF with a smile attitude. Wife receptive, though not without the occasional shit test. Sex more frequent and increasing in quality every week. Backdoor action even finally back on the table-hadn't seen that since pregnancy. Wife could be in better shape-she's still slim but carrying twins did a number on her stomach (this is relevant.)

We live in an awesome neighborhood-there's a group of us (four couples, one young widower)-we all get together once a month or so at one neighbor's house-all the kids hunker down in the bonus room and watch movies while the adults play cards and socialize. Good times had by all. One of the wives is smoke show. Think a younger shorter blue eyed Heidi Klum. When I first met the couple, I gave the husband shit and asked him if he had married her at 14. Stunned to learn the bitch was just shy of 30.

Last weekend we all hung out as usual. Someone's backwoods relative had provided a few bottles of homemade wine. It was strong stuff. Everyone was tipsier than usual-I know I was.

Somehow during the course of the evening the topic turned to swimsuits-particularly those awful high waisted bikinis. My wife made a comment that she hated them at first but after seeing some girls at the lake this summer she decided she liked them and would wear one. Slightly drunk, without thinking I remarked:

"Yeah, but there is a difference bewteen 19 year olds that would look good in a garbage bag wearing them and a 32 year old trying to hide the fact she's had two kids."

I then reached over and squeezed by wife's lower stomach. Wife turned red, tears incoming-I knew I had fucked up. The wine had been too much. Then the smoke show neighbor beams at me and pipes up.

"You know-I wouldn't be talking about her body if I were you-considering your skin looks like a bowl of oatmeal." Bitch said this while smiling, like it was a light hearted jest.

I have acne scars. Not the worst but despite treatments still there. It has always been a sore spot. I froze when she said this. A couple of the women laughed, one clapped briefly. The dudes chuckled and one said "oh headshot!" It was a magnificent comeback. I was boiling. A "fuck you" was on the edge of my tongue when, thank God, one of my little girls came upstairs and said her stomach hurt. We left.

Wife had a small smile on her face the whole walk home. Didn't even try to initiate that night. Caught wife staring at my face a couple times this week. The one time we had sex it was lackluster. I felt like an ass. Embarrassed in front of wife and people I had considered friends-but I had dished it out to start with. I will not drink that shit again.

The way I see it- all of the dread I worked to instill the past several months just disintegrated. A beautiful woman just called me out on my biggest insecurity-what does my wife have to fear?

Brothers, what do I do? I should not have said what I said to my wife in front of everyone-how do I regain my ground? Do I apologize and admit I was humbled? Do I let smoke show cunt's husband know how inappropriate it was for his wife to say that? Every option I can think of reeks of butthurt and weakness. Lay it on me!