Hannah and I had gotten married six months ago, and for the first time I was wondering if we’d done it too soon.

I totally loved Hannah, but we were both in our mid-twenties. I’d been with women prior to her, and she’d had sex with other guys before we met. But now, half a year into our marriage, I was realizing I would never get to fuck another woman. Ever.

I kept checking out other women on the street. I imagined what it would be like to taste some strange pussy, to have my cock sucked by a girl I didn’t yet know.

Some part of me wondered if Hannah was feeling the same way. Sometimes I thought I saw her gaze straying, or we’d be watching a movie and she’d quietly sigh when a hot guy took his shirt off.

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