The Last Thing You Remember At The Pool Party Was Seeing Your Bully Approach You And Telling You What

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You had accompanied your husband to a party at his friend's house, but after getting too drunk to drive you two home, your pathetic husband asked if he could crash in the guest room. You knew better than to stay up late with your husband's cocky friend, but with alcohol clouding your judgement, you made decisions that would now need explaining.

About a month ago, you and your wife had a heated argument over why one of your "friends" kept trying to chat with her on Instagram. You insisted it was just harmless friendliness, but your wife wasn't so quick to be convinced.

Since then, it's become a regular occurrence to come home to your wife stubbornly proving you wrong, and prove she was right all along.

My girlfriend tends to get a little too bold when she drinks, and after running into a friend at a bar, she seemed set on getting her "nightly prize." When we came back to the house, she sent me to the guest room for some privacy, and from the sounds I heard through the wall, it was probably for the best

Looks like you'll be taking one for the 'team'...

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It all started when your girlfriend told you that her coworker had asked her out on a date. Noticing your lack of response, she assumed that if she agreed, you would finally speak up. Several dates later, she had grown more distant, and you still hadn’t said a word. It wasn’t until one evening, when she casually mentioned their next plans together, that it hit you—your silence had let everything spiral out of control. By then, it was too late to change anything, and the realization stung: you had lost her to someone else, someone who had been more willing to take action when you remained passive.

There's a special kind of power you feel when you know you are the one who wears the pants in the relationship. Well... let's be real, any of you losers reading this don't know what I'm talking about. It's a power that has my boy toys begging me to fuck a better dick than they can provide. A power that gets their cocks nice and hard just thinking of the way a real man can make me scream. Don't worry, if you don't think that could be you just you wait, all my little gooners come around to turning into my little cucks sooner or later. Well anyways, I have to go, there's a hung stud waiting for me.

Your girlfriend has noticed you aren't man enough to stop her from staying out late, even hours after the clubs have closed