For the first 12 years of my marriage, I mate guarded the ever living fuck out of my wife. I wouldn't let her leave the state to go visit family or leave the country and I got really worried when she would go out with girlfriends and I couldn't get in touch with her. I would get jealous over her past sexual endeavors. I slut shamed her. I cried like a bitch because she used to do stuff with past boyfriends that she wouldn't do with me. She wasn't giving me her best. She controlled sex almost 100% and I lived in her frame because mine was so weak. If she asked me to go to a concert in the city with her girlfriend and stay in a hotel for the night I would lose my shit. Not only would I not allow it but I would have probably given her shit and made her feel guilty about it. I would have brought up other guys and and worried I was about losing her to someone else.

I did a google search and found a blog that relates to the title of this post. It's what I used to fear and what I used to be like. I lived in fear constantly, especially about my wife and her emotions.

This poor dude in the story was me, and right now today if I was still that man I would guarantee my wife would be the one sucking some dudes dick in the back of his Traverse tonight. I mean, shit that could still happen but I highly doubt it.

I don't fear my wife cheating on me but I can't lie to you guys and say I didn't think about it. The hamster had me google it just for fun to see what came up. I had to make a conscious effort not to mate guard but to set some boundaries for her on the night. Basic shit like making sure to be safe, not drink too much blah blah.

If my wife cheated on me tonight, I would find out about it and I would scorch earth with great pleasure. I kind of fantasize about her cheating just so I have a reason to not be the bad guy. That aside, I also don't think she will cheat because I actually fuck her good. I bet this sorry fuck gets IV drip sex and she has already cheated on him before or at least fantasized about it her whole sad marriage. All women do to a certain degree, but this poor bitch was probably BEGGING for some good dick.

Before she left for the night she requested that I fuck her. I went to the gym at lunch and also hit the sauna. To say I didn't smell great is an under statement. My dick probably still had her dried cum on it from last night too. Before RP this wouldn't have happened because it was an inconvenient time and the kids were awake. Not to mention that if we both weren't showered, sex was "icky" and off the table for her because she is neurotic as fuck.

She came over and pulled my pants off and started sucking. Jumped on top and rode my dick like a savage. Filled her up with cum, went back to work and sent her on her way to the concert with her girlfriend.

Could she cheat? Of course she could. Would she cheat? I highly doubt it. I will be dripping out of her pussy the whole night so whoever fucks her is going to have to swim through all my jizz first.

Moral of the story, fuck your wife really good all the time and she is way less likely to fuck some random dude because he has a southern accent and she catches the feelz for alpha dick. Don't fear Chad, BE CHAD.