I definitely didn’t marry you for your looks or your big cock. Before dinner, you give me a gift, and I’m already disappointed that you only bought me a £650 pair of Louboutins. I wanted a £2,000 handbag. I chew you out for your failure, then you notice I’m not wearing my wedding ring. Now I decide it’s time to tell you, since you’ve pissed me off with that cheap gift: I’ve been cheating on you with the builders you hired to renovate the kitchen. We’ve only been married three months, and I’ve fucked four guys in our marital bed. Every one of them had such a huge cock—how could I resist those studs while you’re away at work? I was going to divorce you and take half of everything, but honestly, I like living in your big house, spending your money, driving your Mercedes, and you don’t even seem to mind that I’ve been incredibly unfaithful. So I think I’ll stay. As long as you never insult me with a cheap gift like that again! I want you to hire the same contracting firm again to build an extension on the house and to gang bang your beloved wife. I want those hot, burly guys to fuck me all at once. I’m going to keep sleeping with whoever I want, being as slutty and unfaithful as I like, and you won’t do anything about it because you were meant to be my rich cuck hubby. You’ll still get to show me off on your arm as your beautiful trophy wife—everyone knows you couldn’t do better than me. But we will not be having sex. You’ll keep working hard to spoil me with as many designer bags and shoes as I want, give me an even better car, and I won’t even bother changing the sheets after fucking other men in our bed... ;)