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Indeed, when Sarah and her friends went away for Zoe's hen weekend later that year, Mike once again found himself sat uncomfortably on the settee, trying (but failing) to concentrate on a film he'd recorded earlier that week. Having naively hoped that downing a couple of beers would relax his mind and help him avoid the now familiar visions he'd been having, he grew increasingly exasperated when, within 20 minutes, he was yet again picturing Sarah kissing a handsome stranger while her friends urged her on. However, as is inevitable with such things, what were once fresh ideas soon became part of the norm, and eventually life once again began getting in the way, work commitments from both sides leading to cancelled date nights etc. Coupled with two of Sarah's close friends separating from their husband's and increasingly dragging her out for girl only nights, it wasn't long before Mike's paranoia returned, this time more intense than ever.

She took off to do something. What? What did she have to do? What? And, she told me to think about how her pussy tasted. Why? Wait a minute, it's tasted like that several times the past couple of months! I was cuming and it was so intense, I thought she was draining the life out of me. All the while, my mind was full of, 'add your cum,' and 'your cum too.' After this first visit, watching these clips became almost an obsession for Mike, and he would use any alone time to search for new ones, often picturing Sarah performing the same acts as the women he watched on the screen. At first it was more of the same, supposedly married or attached women having sex with a stranger in a club or bar etc., but by the time the following weekend arrived, Mike had watched his first amateur video of a married woman having sex with another man infront of her husband. It wasn't a particularly adventurous video, but the humiliation he imagined must be felt by having your wife cheat on you as you watched had such a profound effect on him, that he was simply unable to contain the amount of cum he began unloading in to his palm, and ended up spilling some on the fabric of their new settee.You look gorgeous today honey," Mike blurted as they walked slowly in the direction of their house. Although Mike had occasionally watched pornography when he was younger, and would sometimes catch glimpses of the odd clip on a friend's cellphone, this was the first time since getting together with Sarah that he'd really felt the urge to watch a film. He and Sarah had always had a great sex life, always ensuring that the other was fully satisfied, but with these feelings appearing whenever Sarah wasn't around, he found himself drawn towards porn like never before. With a final thrust that made my wife's scream echo in the room, he came. Shaking and grinding into her, he gave her what she wanted.

Despite the many questions that were running through her head, by the time she'd finished her 10k run, she still had no answers. I was under the impression that when we review a book we are actually reviewing the content and the story along with the characters, not really just the writing or the writer. Granted the writing is superb and the writer brilliant, such as Mr. David McManus (of which I wholeheartedly agree) Mike desperately tried to explain that it wasn't how it seemed, he'd just been drunk. He knew she wasn't planning on cheating on him. It's just that he'd seen these videos online, and, try as he might, he couldn't get them out of his head. Sarah shoved her half eaten bowl of cereal across the counter and declared that she was going to the gym. Mike watched as she grabbed her bag from the hallway and slammed the front door behind her. This book is the record of severe sociopathic abuse, emotional trauma, and devaluation which blindsided the protagonist. The writing is well above average. Usually books like this are sexy and fun. This is neither. SPOILERS Terms of service: You agree that you are making use of our services at your own risk, and that they are being provided to you on an "AS IS" and "AS AVAILABLE" basis. Accordingly, to the extent permitted by applicable law, we exclude all express or implied warranties, terms and conditions including, but not limited to, implied warranties of content, fitness for a particular purpose, and non-infringement.

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I don't know why! Really, I don't know. I gave in to the moment and had sex with a young man at work." She paused studying my face. "I knew, the instant I felt him cuming inside me, I wasn't going to stop." From the outset, Dave's journey through jealousy, humiliation, fear, arousal, and a spectrum of other emotions feels so palpably real. The story is a potent brew of forbidden desires, insecurities, and the complexities of love and fidelity. What stood out to me, much like in my own work, was the intricate and meticulous exploration of the protagonist’s internal world. What the, am I going crazy? I shook my head to clear my thoughts and tried to stand. My legs trembled as slowly my strength returned. After getting my pants up, I went to the kitchen. She poured more wine in our glasses and pushed mine toward my mouth. I downed half of it as she sipped hers. And I... I keep telling myself that," stuttered Mike, "and a big part of me completely believes it... but another part of me looks at you, looks at how gorgeous you are, and I see the men looking at you, and something inside just tells me that it's just a matter of time."

I knew what she wanted and it was unusual. Unusual, because she wasn't wasting any time and was forceful about it. After pushing me down she grabbed my head in her hands. It wasn't soft and loving. It was a viselike grip. Leaving nothing to the imagination. My head was going where she put it. She pulled my mouth to her pussy and began moving her hips in circles. The story is basically radical nihilistic devaluation and dehumanization of the unsuspecting husband at the hands of the wife - who is a somatic narcissist - and an alcoholic - and a serial liar who projects all her problems on to her husband. Dark AF. I mean, she just drives a Sherman tank through the middle of her marriage and then gets out and stars dropping nuclear bombs on it.Well perhaps we'd better do something about that when we get home then," she whispered seductively in to his ear. I was addled and before I could think, she was gone. "Son-of-a-bitch! What is going on?" I sat there for several minutes before I could think. Wanting to know what was going on, I began to let my mind wander. Despite the slight stain he'd left on the settee that one time, and the increased number of late nights he'd been having (often pretending that he'd had to log on the computer to finish a bit of work), for the best part of a year Mike was able to keep his unusual habit a secret from his unsuspecting wife. However, that finally changed when he one day returned home from work to find Sarah sat at the computer with a mix of tears and anger in her eyes. Whilst most women would probably consider Mike handsome, there was no doubt that his wife was absolutely stunning. With her all-round gorgeous looks matched by an infectious personality, just about every man who ever laid their eyes on Sarah immediately wanted to sleep with her.

I stopped crying and sat there wondering what I had done wrong. Thinking, over and over, what I could have done better or different. Devastated by the thought of losing her. The character's struggles and internal conflicts are laid bare, fostering an intimate connection between the reader and the narrative. It's an unflinching look into the deepest, darkest corners of human desires and fears. The authenticity with which these feelings are portrayed is a testament to the story's craftsmanship.I am looking forward to the third book where Ashley hooks up with every gross skanky dude in New York and on the beach in New Jersey while David is forced to sit there and watch. Particularly well written and of interest here are the parts about David's intrusive and repetitive thoughts. This is the product of radical emotional abuse. Rumination. Negative obsessions. Revisiting trauma over and over. Self blame. Getting massively and consistently gaslit. Then gaslighting yourself and making excuses for the abusers. Here we see a casebook example in print. Solutions might be David reframing the situation, taking his personal interests into account, expressing his own thoughts, which this book is a great example of, and practicing mindful appreciation of everyday life. But digging out of this kind of hell hole will obviously be traumatic and take a long time. She could have came over and talked to me, but she called my cell to give instructions. I was to get a motel room, call her to let her know where and then wait in the room for them to show up. To begin with this was as far as his visions went, and every time his wife walked through the front door, the warm smile on her beautiful face instantly told him that he'd had no reason to worry. But paranoia can be like a disease, and despite receiving zero encouragement from his wife's actions, it continued to grow, snowballing inside of him with every night out she had without him by her side. For a few seconds the married couple sat there staring at each others' pain, before Sarah wiped a tear from her eye, cupped Mike's face with her hands, and kissed him gently on the lips. Returning her kiss, Mike hugged his wife tightly until she took him by the hand, pulled him to his feet, and led him towards the bedroom.