Women are not like men. Our biology is completely different...

Women are not like men. Our biology is completely different. But not just in the obvious way that we have breasts and vaginas. It’s the chemistry in us that makes us such a cunning and diabolical species. And it’s so deeply engrained in our DNA that most of us don’t even realize what it is that drives us. We suffer alone thinking that we’re possessed of some personal defect from which other women are blissfully liberated. I’m talking about the agony that comes from estrus. If you’re unfamiliar with the term, I’m not entirely shocked. Very few people have ever even heard the term, female sexuality isn’t a exactly commonly understood subject. In fact, the research that explains our behavior is still in its relative infancy. And up until only recently most behavioral scientists operated under an assumption that females always maintained a level of conscious control over their sexuality that allowed them to be the moral gatekeeper opposite their more depraved male counterpart. But now, science is finally catching up to reality. And the new understanding is sending cosmic shockwaves through the academic universe. Women, it would seem, are way more depraved. And the revelation of the deceitful tactics they’ve developed over countless generations should have every so-called ‘father’ running for confirmationsal paternity tests. And it all centers around that one single term - estrus. Estrus is the peri0d a female experiences when she’s at her most fertiIe time of her cycle. In simple terms, it’s when the bitch goes into heat. Her biology changes markedly and her most primitive instincts kick into hyperdrive. Her skin flushes just a bit, and her breasts swell subtly. Her smile gets a little brighter, and the whites of her eyes glow. It’s a 5 to 7 day peri0d of time each month where everything about us signals vitality to members of the opposite sex. And it happens to coincide with an internal drive to mate that borers on irresistible. And for the married woman with a wonderful husband and a beautiful family, it can be downright maddening. It was around the time I turned 35 or 36 that I had to start carrying a change of panties with me whenever I ovuIated. My tight little pussy was constantly wet. Abnormally wet, even. The kind that takes slippery to an exponentially new level. Where the sensation provided literally robs a male lover of any ability to withdraw himself at the point of climax. And that’s the whole point, isn’t it? But sadly, the part that most married women find the most distressing during this brief monthly timespan is the seismic shift in our sexual preferences that occurs. Our sweet and loving husbands generally aren’t the savages we need to scratch this one particular itch. And that makes us feel like failures as wives and mothers. Why? Because society tells us that we’re not supposed to be wanting to be on or our knees for Marcus, the 22 year old community college basketball player who works in the mailroom at the office. We’re not supposed to be aroused by his height and V-shaped musculature when there’s absolutely nothing else whatsoever about him that interests us. And we’re certainly not supposed to want to know what a commute back to our perfect little family homes would feel like with Marcus leaking into the cotton lining of our panties. But we do, dammit. Because, the truth is, we’re not in control for one week each month. Our wombs are, and the rest of us are just her mode of transportation. The shame comes from thinking we’re alone in our struggle. That’s there’s not a community of a billion or more women experiencing the identical struggle. But maybe it doesn’t need to be a struggle anymore. That’s where all you hubbies out there come into the picture. Go easy on your wife if you happen to stumble on a pair of her badly soiled panties in the hamper when you’re throwing in a load of laundry. You obviously know the semen’s not yours. Hell, you’ve never even seen these panties before. But none of this means you need to overreact. Calmly set her down, look her in the eye and ask if she’s currently ovuIating. If so, breathe a sigh of relief, because everything is absolutely fine. In fact, it’s just like nature intends. So hug her and let her know that she’ll be feeling back to her old self in no time, and that you’ll still be there for her when she is. Then go finish washing her panties like a good husband But on the off chance that she responds in the negative, suggesting that her little panty-messing dalliance happened during her infertiIe time of the month, then you might consider one or two other options. Consulting with either a marriage counselor or a divorce attorney.