A week ago, I caught my husband of five years cheating on me.

For months I’d suspected something was going on behind my back. My husband never really knew how or cared to find my hot spot, always leaving me unsatisfied. He shrugged off my complaints, saying I should just finish myself off. I tried to spice things up by bringing in sex toys, but he said that meant I thought something was wrong with his dick. Soon our mundane sex romps were even less frequent than our usual once-a-week routine.

Then I came home early from work because my last client of the day had canceled on me. I didn’t bother to call my husband to inform him of my early return. When I opened our bedroom door my mouth fell open. I was shocked to see my husband giving it to some slut — hard and much more enthusiastically than he’d ever fucked... Read More