There was a post here recently, describing how Chad was fucking your wife because she was repulsed by you (and / or more attracted by someone else). Though it was posited that there are two types of affairs, “emotional and physical”, OP was bang on that if it’s your woman experiencing either, you’re fucked, and your relationship is finished. I disagree with the assessment that the emotional affair is “more nefarious”, however. If this is your girl, they’re equally devastating - you’re relationship is finished either way. Next.

The post described her wanting to vomit at your attempts at coitus. She recoils at your touch. You don’t know her passwords. Good stuff, but polarizing enough to make you “noobs” insecure. See, Chad forever ruined her, and ruined you. But how the fuck do you know that? Should be obvious to anyone that’s not retarded. Some of you feel how cold your girl is and suspect it, gnawing away at you. Others don’t exactly know, but fear the possibilities. Quite the spectrum.

Well, how about a far more insidious problem - your girl isn’t entirely disgusted by you or your shit, and you’re “intimate”, you fuck 2-3 times a month? Likely you are emotionally asleep and don’t realize the duty-sex. Did you know she’s bored enough she’s fucking Chad behind your back as well, and even tells him your affair is “improving her marriage”?

I typically keep to plating married women. (Yes I’m reasonably happily married too, and do this mostly as an insurance policy, for obvious reasons. Fuck your judgements if you have them). I spent almost 12 hours in a hotel room with one of my favorite plates last weekend, and her behaviours and attitude contradict Shelly from that last post in a way that I think some of you fellas need to know about, also from an adulterer’s perspective.

“Selina” is VP-level management in a fortune 500 company. She’s got a model’s build, due to the combination of stress on the job and regular gym routine. Whip smart but listens well; engaging counter-attack when deeply triggered, but a logic-receptive pressure valve that I’ve complimented her on more than once. This one is well post-wall, but I value her aesthetic - she wears minimal makeup (and no scents), and has a fashion taste that sits firmly between want-to-fuck business and want-to-fuck formal - but want to fuck me every time.

She killed 3 meetings on short notice to meet me (always keep it it short notice), including one with her boss. When she arrived, she made a joke about being a prostitute (brought multiple choices of legwear and underwear in a big bag). Of course that’s an A&A - “Hell yeah baby this John is leaving $100 on that table in 10 minutes, then get the fuck out”.

So here’s where I’d be nervous if married to this successful hoe and insecure in the slightest. Selina started pawing at me like a desperate schoolgirl within 2 minutes of us being alone together. Between fucking four times over the next 11 hours and talking about life, I picked up the following gems from her current SO:

  • We fuck once or twice a month, I think he believes it is a spiritual act of sorts because he moans and stuff.
  • I enjoy our fucking but it isn’t enough.
  • We did it only 2 times last month, i feel like he thought that was normal. *(When asked about her lingerie) Yeah I think he would love it but he’s never said anything, so I don’t do it, I feel like it’s more for you.
  • I think our marriage is better, I’m not such a bitch now that I get some.

I’ve never met her SO and don’t want to meet that beta boy. Then came my turn:

  • On any given day what is hanging off this plate’s body is worth in excess of $2k, I tore open pantyhose from switzerland that she complained in advance cost her $80 - only to have her encourage it.
  • “Do whatever you want to me” (Guys - I don’t know how many of you have heard this from a woman, but when you do, combined with that stare into your eyes, you know she has submitted completely to you and you are the King).
  • Can you please choke me / hit me. (Yes, she asked me to beat her - I went hard enough to get her off but not as far as she wanted - this one tempered me in the metoo era).

Her ass was beet red; when I pointed that out, she seemed confident it would fade. Really? You’re a 20 minute cab ride from your husband. But hey great I’m dealing with experience - reminder that this is a plate only, fuck knows how many of these cab rides she’s done.

Back to the point of the post. Is this your classy hoe? She staying out late “for work” or “with clients”, and such? If so, take stock brothers.