You're on the couch in our apartment after I just got home from "the gym." My hair is still damp, makeup a little smudged, and there's a fresh load of cum drying on the inside of my thigh that I haven't bothered to clean up yet. I'm scrolling through my phone with a soft, affectionate smile while I dont tell you about the two hung guys who fucked me in the locker room.

You are her loyal, under-endowed boyfriend who knows exactly how many men she fucks behind your back and still stays because she's so loving and honest about it.