JayJohn85
Banned
Let me help you with that over-sleeping problem you've been having and get you on the right track with insomnia. Let me paint this joyful picture for you.
Your staying awake at night. The bed is empty because your wife or husband is away on business. She said that she was going to call you when she got back to her hotel room but it's really late.
She told you that she was going out to dinner with some of her coworkers. That explains why she was out for the first few hours. But now it's really late.
Then all these questions start popping into your head. Is she fucking some that she met while she's there? Is it someone who she met while working, or while she was out with some of her co-workers or business associates. Is it someone that she met at random at the restaurant or bar? Or has this been something that she set up on a dating site?
Is she on her back with her legs open while she's getting plowed. Is she on top of him, riding him to orgasm. Is her mouth around his long shaft waiting for a load to explode in her mouth. The same mouth she kisses you and your children with?
What is she doing with him that she's never done with you? What unforfilled fantasies of yours is she making come true with this other guy?
Now that might have been all in your head. Or you know it's true and really happened. But you can't be totally sure one way or another.
She comes home, and she's not in the mood. She's tired and just wants to "cuddle." She doesn't want to do anything sexual because she's not in the mood. She keeps saying that: "She's not in the mood." She's in a weird place right now. She has to sort her thoughts out.
And this is where the resentment starts to settle in. Because now you "know" something happened. You resent that because you know you're being played for the dumb ass. The bill-paying chump with the soul sucking life who sold his balls something that was a safe, "sure" thing.
You made sacrifices. You sold your motorcycle or comic collection for her, or to pay some bills. You went with out to save up for that engagement ring. Then you saved up for that garrish wedding, then saved up for this house. You've gone so long with out that you've forgotten what it's like to have, to be a free man!
And you're a big fucking dope! You went on that vacation to Florida and you didn't get a taste of twat. "It an't going to happen, so put it out of your mind." You're suffering through Mickey Mouse and Goofy, The "Magic" Kingdom... all this time you're remembering: Who did she fuck that night she was away? You know what she did, it's the details you're fuzzy on.
You take time to visit her retired family members. You're a stupid fucking dick making small talk with her senile uncle or father. That's you in a few short decades! That's what you're going to look forward to... pissing in diapers while wearing pastels and unable to remember the last year you had an erection.
This vacation was supposed to save things, bring the two of you together. But now you want to strangle someone. But you don't have the balls any more. Because she keeps them on the self next to her vibrator and her mementos from that business trip.
Is cheating forgivable? No, Tinkerbell because she emasculated you before she slid that other man's cock into her wet gunny hole. She striped you of anything that resembled manhood from you and made into the pussy you are long before she broke that vow of "forsaking all others." This was a systematic plan to rope you into being a good provider and rape you of your individuality. You're the picture of conformity.
And while you're waking up during your midlife crisis - you're working out and starting to pick your own clothes out. Maybe you're going to buy a new bike or something with some extra horsepower to make up for your lack of balls and testosterone. You're working out and feeling better. Not for your wife, but to spite that cunt.
... And you caught the eye of that woman down the street. Maybe it's your neighbors daughter home for college. Or your neighbors wife who's husband doesn't under stand her. Or it's your wife's sister or her best friend.
... Next thing you know you're alone with her somewhere, and you're naked and feeling raw passion. And you're inside her mouth or her pussy and you're getting ready to ejaculate that massive load that's built up for years. And all you can think about is that night you were waiting by the phone while you knew... you knew she was fucking that stud. Revenge like this is best served hot and wet. Over and over again... and you don't care if you get caught because you're free, you've recaptured that thing that made you feel alive inside! You're a man again...
Now... is THAT cheating justified? Is that "forgivable?"
This is probably the most epic thing I have ever read.....
