It's just another regular day in the life of Kim. You get up early, you got the baby to deal with, you got the older kids to worry about, you got dinner to think about, how to get the kids to all their functions, your asshole students, the dumb-ass policies of the city school system... Yep, just another joyous day to be you. And here we go again, your husband is texting you about his shit again. You aren't being ungrateful, you get a lot of joy out of your life, but it's frustrating at times and yeah, your husband is texting you, but he's constantly caught up in his shit and that's all he wants to text about. He won't take the hint when you don't text back, and only gets mad that you don't respond. And here is today, at it again. Sending you an old video, trying to talk about how it sucks that it's not like it used to be. Ugh.
But you've dealt with this plenty. You'll find some way to make it so that he gets that you don't want to deal with it. You can use driving home as an excuse not to text as much for a bit, then he's got class, so that's some more time. Then it's putting the kids to bed and going to bed yourself. It won't be too much more bother tonight.
Not that you want anyone to misunderstand, it's not like you are totally against what he's talking about, you just definitely aren't into it as much as he is and lately feeling it even less with some baby weight still hanging around. Of course when you tell him that you aren't feeling your normal, sexy self, he just talks about how more sex would help you lose weight. Grrrrrr that man can be an annoying fuck.
You get home and make dinner wondering why Jason didn't already take care of it. Some days it's a wonder why you keep him around. The evening goes as smooth as crunchy peanut butter, kids fighting, you yelling at them to get in line, you know, the normal frustrating night. You finally get the little ones to bed and he comes home from school. You are trying to get your schoolwork done, hoping that you can finish early enough to maybe take Jason up on his offer to play with you. You really don't feel like reading the story he sent, but it's probably worth it to get touched. It has been a while since you came. And it's not like Jason is getting it done with his dick. Good lord, what happened to that? It used to be so good. Yeah, there were the problems with him trying to force you into going out in order to give it to you, and lots of arguments, but damn that dick used to fuck the shit out of you. Hitting all the right places, roughly pounding you all the time. Now, you are lucky to know it's in before it's over. It is definitely not the same.
In the middle of making your PowerPoint, Jason interrupts to tell you how, while he is glad he is with you and it all worked out the way it was supposed to, Ali used to do all the crazy stuff that you don't. How she would give blowjobs while telling stories with ease. How she would tell her stories and give hand-jobs all the time. How she would get frustrated at the teasing Jason would do and send dirty texts to whoever he mentioned just to get his dick into her. How she would get angry at the games Jason would play about holding out from giving her dick and would use that as fuel to get revenge. She would go out and make full length videos of how much she enjoyed getting fucked out of anger toward Jason. Then she would rub it in his face how much she liked the other dick better. Or how good it was. How he's lucky she was giving him her scraps.
You can't believe the nerve of this fucking asshole. Ali is the girl he cheated with and left your marriage over. And here he is, years later, going to bring up how great she was at his kink? Rubbing it in your face? What the fuck is wrong with him? You don't know whether you are more mad or hurt. You want to cry and kick him in his stupid face. FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCCCCCCCKKKKKKK.