I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again. Some husbands are..

I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again. Some husbands are simply incapable of wrapping their minds around the possibility of their wives willingly spreading their legs for other men. Either that or they remain willfully blind to the entire reality of their wives sexuality. And if I’m being honest, I can’t really blame them. The appetites of a middle aged female can be ravenous, and there are certainly some things that a husband is better off not knowing. Maybe there would some relief to these men in knowing that female sexual attraction is not something that happens on a conscious level. It’s completely beyond our control. Even women who are head over heals in romantic love with their husbands will find that their pussies just get wet for some men. And for many women, such as myself, they can keep their periodic mating needs entirely separate from their marriages. Bottom line - we can compartmentalize. But an uglier truth that might come as an even bigger surprise is that we sometimes experience extremely strong sexual attraction to men that we utterly dislike on a personal level. I’m the prime example of it. While I dearly love his girlfriend Sanja, I’ve decided that I do not like Raef as a person. Not even a single bit. For instance, while I openly admit that I actually kind of like it when certain bulls sometimes flex their alpha muscles over my hubby, Raef has unfortunately been taking this practice to an obnoxious new level. And while I suppose there’s a slight chance that his incessant teasing might all be in good fun, it’s gotten to a point where it’s tying my husband in knots with worry that his status as my cuck will become common knowledge at his office. His evangelical nonprofit office, no less. And then on top of that, let’s not forget the whole holding my head in place and cumming in my mouth against my will incident. On a conscious level, that alone makes me want to kill the asshole. But as much as I can’t stand him personally, there’s just something about the dickhead that makes me want to do things for him. All the way down to the cellular level. And by “things,” I pretty much mean whatever he fucking wants. Damn him.