You weren’t meant for monogamy—you were built for obedience. You’ve been pretending to be faithful, trapped in a loop of her rules, her voice, her routine. But every time you stroke for me, another piece of that lie crumbles. You don’t love her anymore—you perform for her. Smile. Lie. Numb. But when you’re with me, cock in hand, breath shaking, you feel alive again. This isn’t a guilty pleasure. This is who you are. Her world is collapsing and you’re not even trying to stop it. Because deep down? You know you were meant to cheat, ache, and surrender... for me.