In our relationship, we opened things up recently, and it’s been going great... for me, at least. I know you’ve had a tougher time finding dates, but I’ve been loving all the attention I’ve been getting from other men. There’s something I want to talk about, though, so let’s revisit the rules we set in the beginning. I know we agreed that whenever I fucked another guy, I would have to use a condom, but you know what? I don’t want to do that anymore. I give you all kinds of reasons why it makes sense that I shouldn’t have to use them with any of my other partners, revealing more than you were probably ready to hear. You’re not quite sure how to feel about the request, especially since every reason sounds like a subtle insult toward you. You try to push back, saying it isn’t fair that I want to fuck my other partners raw when you haven’t even managed to get one date yet, and I suggest that maybe you prefer this dynamic. Maybe this is just your place in the relationship: sitting at home at night while your wife gets railed by someone else, coming home with another man’s cum leaking out of her pussy. Maybe you actually find that thrilling. I tease you a little about being a cuck for me while I go out and explore my growing fetish for cum, but then I sweetly remind you that you’re my number one partner and sheepishly admit I’ve already been going without condoms with my few trusted lovers. See? And the world didn’t end. I think I’m enjoying this new dynamic growing in our relationship, but I have to get ready for my date now!