Tiffany
I went out back to smoke a cigarette, a habit I quit two years earlier because I was shaking with anger. My husband Phillip was a disgusting, fat, out of shape slob who thought that he deserved constant s****l submission and openness.
If he had his way, I’d have big fake t**s and would give him multiple blow jobs a day, swallowing his c*m each time before thanking him for the opportunity. It was stupid, and I no longer desired him or felt any type of attraction whatsoever. Even at my absolute horniest, I preferred to pleasure myself while he wasn’t around.
He had it in his head that I was some sexless virgin nerd girl, a prude who found the act of s*x shameful. It was far from the case, and I’d tried getting him to spice things up but he thought that just meant that I would go b
