I’m sitting on the bed in my blue tank top and cutoff jeans, casual, calm, and completely done. i look my husband in the eye and drop the bomb. “i met someone. he’s hot. he’s confident… and his cock is massive.” i’ve had enough of half-hearted orgasms and pretending i’m satisfied while his tiny dick fails me night after night. so, i’m done. i’m divorcing him. and i’m marrying the bull, the real man who can actually fill me, stretch me, and make me scream the way i deserve.