Towards the end of my marriage I told my husband at that time that unless he agreed to a 1 night a month of cuckold sex he would see the divorce papers laying next to his New York Times the next morning. I was tired of the “vanilla” sex and this was a great way to finally enjoy sex with him again and let my frustrations with him out at the same time. So, when I get a humiliation phone sex call I get to reminisce about those wild and revengeful times again.!! Of Course, my ex-hubby used to tell me he hated those nights, which always pissed me off so I would always reply “I didn’t give a shit what you like”. He knew that if he wanted me to stay, he had to act like he enjoyed them. It’s kind of funny because I was always hopeful that we may be surprised and he’d end up loving it. But I never told him that. What I made sure he heard was more like “Your needs don’t matter much since you’re not a real man. Oh, no, you’re just a pathetic little cuck bitch.” Saying that outloud to him always made me feel so good!! From that point on our conversations would go something like this:
You would never admit it to your friends, but you love the way I humiliate you, the way I degrade you. Because we both know that you’re not big enough to satisfy me, or any other woman for that matter. Anyone you’ve ever been with who said she had a good time was lying through her fucking teeth. Maybe because she felt sorry for you, she pitied you. Maybe those women did, but I do not, not even a little bit. You’re a pathetic loser who’s lucky if I let you eat my pussy. That oversized clit between your legs is fucking useless. That’s why I need a real man with a real monster dick to satisfy me. Your sub par bullshit just isn’t cutting it anymore. In fact, it never did. So hubby, If you want this marriage to last you better try to enjoy this. Don’t look so surprised! you had to have known you’ve been eating another mans cum out of my pussy for months now. You even told me I tasted different…better, even. Didn’t you ever wonder why I stopped letting you fuck me? Well, I can’t even call it that. There was never any fucking going on. You’re just a two-pump-chump. I’ve faked my orgasm with you every single time. The only time you’ve made me cum was with your tongue flicking my clit. That’s right, I’m turning you into my cuck bitch husband and there’s nothing you’re going to do about it. You’re a piece of shit loser with a thimble attached to your groin. I might as well just lock it up. Yeah, that sounds like fun. You aren’t using it for anything anyway. ha ha ha !!
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