My Dearest Husband,
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Or should I say, my dearest provider? Let’s be honest, that’s really what you are these days, isn’t it? You work, I stay home, and we maintain this… charade of a marriage. Well, I’m writing to you to peel back the layers of that charade, to show you what’s really been happening in this house you so diligently pay for.
Remember Mark, my personal trainer? The one you hired for me? Turns out, he’s been training more than just my glutes and biceps. He’s been giving me a workout in bed, on the couch, in the shower – hell, even on the kitchen counter a couple of times. And let me tell you, honey, it’s been intense.
You know how you always complain about my gym bills? Consider it an investment in my… well-being. Because Mark, unlike you, actually knows how to make a woman feel good. He’s strong, you know? Really strong. He can throw me around like a rag doll, and I fucking love it. Remember that time you tried to pick me up to carry me to bed and almost threw your back out? Mark could lift me with one arm while he’s pounding me into the mattress with the other.
And let’s talk about equipment, shall we? You’ve always been… adequate. Serviceable. Like a Honda Civic. Mark, on the other hand, is a goddamn Mack truck. Thick, veiny, and ready to go all night long. When he slides inside me, it’s like being filled with hot steel. It stretches me in ways you can only dream of. I moan his name so loud I’m surprised the neighbors haven’t called the cops. But then again, maybe they’re just enjoying the show.
We’ve been at it pretty regularly, right here in our marital bed. The sheets you sleep in, the pillows you rest your head on – they’ve all been soaked in Mark’s cum. I sometimes wonder if you can smell it when you come home from work, that musky, potent scent of real manliness. Or are you too busy thinking about spreadsheets and quarterly reports to notice the lingering aroma of my infidelity?
Honestly, writing this is almost as good as getting fucked by him. Almost. It’s thrilling to imagine your face when you read this, the pathetic mix of hurt and confusion. You probably think I’m going to apologize, beg for forgiveness, promise it will never happen again. Please. Don’t be delusional.
The reason I’m writing this isn’t to confess or to seek absolution. It’s to make a request. Mark has been exceptionally motivating, wouldn’t you agree? He’s gone above and beyond his job description, providing services far beyond what you initially contracted for. Therefore, I think it’s only fair that you give him a raise. A substantial one. Consider it a bonus for services rendered… exceptionally well.
Think about it. A happy trainer means a happy wife. And a happy wife… well, who knows what a happy wife might do?
Waiting with bated breath (and slightly sore thighs),
Your Wife.