The Married Woman Trying to Keep Up a COVID-Free Love Affair
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8:30 p.m. My husband and I watch some TV. I lay on his chest and he strokes my hair. I know he wants sex so I just give him a blow job instead. I like my husband’s penis and I think he’s a wonderful partner. And yet, I fall asleep wondering if John had a happy birthday. We didn’t get to talk much today.
DAY THREE
10 a.m. I love seeing my friend, Callie, from the neighborhood at the park and talking about love and sex. She knows all about John. A bunch of my friends do. It’s kind of just a detail about my life like the fact I dye my gray hairs, or I don’t eat red meat. Callie and her wife are ethically non-monogamous and I’m always trying to figure out if that’s what I am, or I guess could be. I know my husband is monogamous; he’s pretty traditional like that.
5 p.m. Drinking at five on the dot because kids. Also very excited to get a “pouf” off Facebook Marketplace from a random neighbor down the street. My husband takes over for an hour while I walk there.
5:15 p.m. Call John on the way and tell him I miss his cock. He and I are much dirtier with each other than I am with my husband. He loves to eat p*ssy and talk about eating my p*ssy and I love all of it. I am pretty sure he has some new COVID Bae, as the kids say, but we have kind of a “don’t ask, don’t tell” about the women he sees. I know about the bae because he’s slightly less available than he should be considering the pandemic. I don’t want to know because it will upset me. And yet I’m the one who would never leave my husband for him. He knows never to tell me he’s with someone else, and furthermore that he can never love anyone more than he loves me. Those are my only rules, haha.