Free Husband Dot Com by Ann Dunn

considered sexually mainstream , and because of that, he ultimately opened a Pandora's Box of forbidden pleasure. He sure cracked that funk-box wide open! Therefore, it was hard for him to be satisfied with only one person entertaining him in the middle of the box spring.

A traditional married sex life may have never been enough to satisfy Trent’s desires. The thrills need to keep getting bigger and better for people who are into a multicolored cornucopia of skin spread out on a sexual smorgasbord. The kinky price tag just kept getting more expensive. For me personally, it’s impossible to love someone with my whole soul and get my “funky girl” on with someone else. I could never see myself looking at the man I love with stars in my eyes and knocking boots with some random, hot, young buck at the same time—looks good on paper though.  Sure, in fantasy lane it's all fun and games, but no man is pinning the tail on my donkey with other people watching!
    I suppose there must have been a mental separation that Trent embodied to be able to play sex games in such a way that it altered his sexual appetite. I can't imagine saying to my husband, “As soon as I finish up with him sweetie, you’re next.” “And, by the way, while you are down in my taffy-town, would you mind wiping that hot dude’s cooties off me?” I’m just saying—it’s not my thing. My mental capacity does not have the ability to emotionally de-compartmentalize that type of arrangement. My heart is way too sensitive for the "lifestyle" that so many horny lovers relish in.
    As it turns out, I am definitely more bark than bite. I honestly can't fault Trent for turning his fantasies into reality. I just knew he never lived in my reality, and I would never live in his fantasy. Trent wanted to be a one woman kind of guy in the worst way. I just don't think that was possible for him. He loved the idea of being smack dab in the middle of some obscene sexual limelight. Part of the trouble was that he had crossed the coital line enough times that it had changed the hardwiring in his brain. Walking back into the normal procreative light may have been too mundane a task for a man who had sped down route sixty-nine ways too many times.

 
    10). Hooker Lady
    I awoke one morning after a terrible dream warned me that something wicked was headed my way. In it, I had a vision of me finding an upsetting yellow letter in our mailbox. The nightmare left me with a very real and lingering feeling of dread that I could not shake. It was one of those dreams that I have experienced early in the morning right before I wake up. The vision haunted me in my waking hours. I felt a heavy sense that evil was blowing right into our lives. I had no clue as to what was coming or why.
    A few day s later, I woke up in the middle of the night and did not find Trent sleeping next to me. I snuck quietly downstairs and caught him in the office with his pants down. He had disgusting massage oil all over him and was deeply entrenched in some type of sex website. He was doing something majorly icky with strangers. We ended up in an explosive fight that blew the shutters off the house.
    From that point on, I constantly found myself snooping around Trent's computer every chance I got. I just knew he had to be hiding more nastiness from me. Unfortunately, I found that Trent had emailed a naked picture of his beige boner to a woman who lived in our city. I wanted to vomit all over his desk and take a shredder to al l of his belongings. The trashy-looking woman had a tacky, yellow sex website. So there it was, precisely in front of me—the yellow piece of my dream actually materialized before me on Trent's crusty computer screen.

In a panic, I confronted Trent over my disgusting discovery. He told me it was no big deal and to get over myself. Trent said the woman pissed him off. So, he sent over a picture of his low-ranking pencil to mess with her. That was such bullshit! Really, it's not