What is it about bad boys? You know; the ones with the musc..

What is it about bad boys? You know; the ones with the muscles, huge egos to match their big cocks. It’s funny how when we’re y0ung, we somehow believe these studs can be tamed. That we, by being good women, somehow possess the power to turn them into fully domesticated husbands. The kind who will dutifully bring home the bacon and then follow it up by going out and playing some catch in the yard with junior after a wholesome family dinner. But that’s simply not reality for 99.9% of women. No. The reality is that this type of man generally brings women only two things in life. Earth shattering climaxes and miserable marriages. It’s obviously no secret that tend to make horrible husbands. And ironically, it might not even be as much their fault as it is ours. With legions of gorgeous libidinous women literally throwing their wet vaginas at these studs, why would it ever even cross their minds to settle down into a long-term relationship. At their absolute best, they’re likely prone to a lifetime of serial monogamy. But as women get a little older, we also tend to get a little wiser. At least I did. I realized that, while I may not be able to have the best of both worlds with one man, I can definitely still have the best of both worlds. I just has to be prepared to compartmentalize a bit. And that is why hotwifing is such a perfectly natural arrangement; “Natural” being the operative word. Reproductive science definitely supports the lifestyle. Longtime followers know that I’ve written on numerous occasions how, evolutionarily speaking, women tend to pursue what’s known as a dual mating strategy. For three weeks out of each month, snuggling with hubby with a glass of wine and something binge worthy on Netflix is the epitome of pure bliss. But then, POW, we hit that one week of peak fertil!ty, which equates to something of a seismic shift in our female reproductive hormones. There’s nothing cognitive about it whatsoever. It’s nothing more than a primal mating urge. And for those handful of days in every cycle we’re chemically driven into the beds of men we’d never consider as long term boyfriends, much lifetime partners. Our little wet panties often crumpled on their floor next to their Xbox controller or one or more empty pizza boxes. And that is exactly how things are with Raef. I spend 3 weeks each month disgusted by him (if I bother to even think about him at all), and then 1 week agonizing over how I can arrange to be bent over in front of him, tantalizing his bull cock with my soft round ass. To someone unaware of the science behind it, it all sounds crazy as fuck. But I’m here to tell you, it’s actually about as normal as it gets. Take it from me.