The Number One Reason That You Should Cuckold Your Husband

By Wanda Peters

Women have been taken for granted by their husbands for centuries. Now is the time for those wives to get the attention that they deserve.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Wanda Peters
• Release date: Sep 28, 2021
• ISBN: 9780463389461

Wanda Peters

I write erotic books, mostly about cuckolding. If you are looking for that type of book, you might ask yourself what exactly do you want in an erotic book. I think that if you can read one of my books and keep both hands on the book then I have not done my job. I don't believe that anyone that buys or reads one of my books or stories are looking for great literature.I don't try to compete with Shakespear when I write. What I do try to do is to put together a compelling story that someone will want to continue to read. A word of caution my books are not for the faint of heart. Many of my characters do not have a happy ending. A few of my books do have some satirical humor but for the most part, they are about males that are dominated and humiliated by their wives or lovers.I hope you enjoy my work.

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The Number One Reason That You Should Cuckold Your Husband

Wanda Peters

Copyright 2019

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The Number One Reason That You Should Cuckold Your Husband

He Takes you for Granted

Everyone knows that competition brings out the best in people. If you watch sports, you realize that your favorite team plays better when they are up against the league’s best than they do when they are playing someone less talented. So you might ask what does that have to do with marriage?

Well, think back to when you were dating. How much effort did you put into pleasing the person you were going out with? And how much effort did he put into pleasing you? If he had not gone the extra mile, you probably would have dumped him and gone looking for a replacement.

And why did he try that hard to make himself appear special to you? Because he knew that you had choices. He was not the only male on the planet. If he wasn’t the best that he could be, you would simply move on to someone else.

But once you were married to him, that threat of rejection disappeared, or at least he believed that it did. So little by little, the small things that he used to do for you began to wane. Oh sure, when he was thinking of getting into your pants, he might put forth a little effort but not to the same degree as before he thought it his right to have sex with you.

So if you want him to try harder, you have to at least make him believe that he has competition once again.

Miranda T. writes in that regard.

When we first met, Jason was the epitome of the perfect man. He was handsome, funny, and punctual. That last quality was something that most of the men that I had dated lacked. And it was something that was important to me. I figured that if a man didn’t care enough about me to be on time, he didn’t care enough about me.

Never did Jason take me for granted. He never showed up in my driveway and blew the horn for me to come running out to jump into his arms. He came to the door and presented me with a flower or a box of chocolates, spent a few minutes with my parents, and then he would offer me his arm to lead me outside. He never failed to open my door or to wait patiently while I buckled my belt before he would go around to the driver’s side and get in behind the wheel.

He never failed to compliment me on my appearance, either. In short, he made me feel special and adored, and that is why I fell in love with him.

And I loved that type of attention. The sad part is that it does not go on forever. I don’t care how good of a man you think they are, at some point they begin to take you for granted. With Jason, it happened in the middle of the first year of marriage.

The first time I noticed it was when we went out for dinner one night and when we got to our table, he sat down instead of holding my chair for me first. I looked at him, but he was engrossed in something that was on his phone. Not wanting to be a bitch, I let it slide. We had a good meal, and he managed to carry on a conversation, but I could see that he was distracted.

Then when we left the restaurant, he failed to take my hand as we walked to the car. That really pissed me off, but again I managed to hold my cool. He did open my door for me, but instead of waiting for me to get buckled in, he simply walked around and got in behind the wheel.

That night when we got ready for bed, he slid in beside me and began trying to feel me up as if it was his right to have sex. The problem I had was that I didn’t think he had earned the privilege, and I told him so.

What are you talking about? Since when do I have to earn the right to fuck my wife?

I was flabbergasted. Never before in all the time, that we had dated, had he ever used the F word with me.

I didn’t even answer him. I just got out of bed, grabbed my pillow, and headed into the spare bedroom, locking the door behind me.

The next morning I had calmed down enough to sit across from him at the breakfast table, asking him why the change in his demeanor had come about.

Do you know how exhausting it is trying to be picture perfect day in and day out?

I am not sure what you mean, I replied. Since when is acting like a gentleman exhausting to you. It wasn’t that tiring when we were going together, and you were trying to get into my pants.

There you go again. Last night you threw that line at me, and now again this morning, you make it sound that having sex is something that has to be earned. What do you do to earn the right to have me fuck you?

I knew that I shouldn’t have said it, but I was so mad at that point that I just didn’t care. I don’t have to earn the right to have you fuck me, as you so callously put it. I can have sex anytime with any man that I choose, just be showing up.

And then I stormed out of the room, got dressed, and got into my car to go