Ever Since My Canadian Ex, I’ve Had a Thing for Maple-Dripping Men [Cuckold] [Wife’s Perspective] [Humiliation]

You ever have an ex who ruins you in just the right way?

Mine was Canadian. Polite. Charming. Hung like a moose.
He knew how to handle a good girl… and he really knew how to break a bad one.

I’ll admit it, he spoiled me. Now I get wet every time I hear that sweet little accent or see a man in a hockey jersey. I even bought a red thong with the Canadian flag on it, and when I wear it, my husband knows exactly what it means.

It’s my way of reminding him who used to wreck me before he ever had the chance.

He’ll see me slip it on, bend over slowly, and smile as he realizes… it’s one of those nights. The nights where I tease him telling him how his American cock can't compare to the great white north. The nights where he’s not the one who gets to touch.

Sometimes I’ll have him kneel beside the bed, hard and aching, while I scroll through photos online of hung Canadians on other subreddits on here. I'm legitimately obsessed.

And if I really want to put my husband in his place?
I’ll let him stroke himself while I laugh and ask, “Do you think any of your little American buddies could fill me like he did?”

He knows the answer.
I know the answer.
And god, it makes me so wet.