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I come home from gym wearing very tight and provocative outfit. You start to criticise me saying I should wear clothes like this to the gym but I say that you probably have some issues with self confidence if it triggers you and change the topic. The next scene is us preparing to go to bed, you feel a strange smell coming from my body. After trying to gaslight you I finally accept that I have been cheating on you, not only with one men but with few, four of them, in gym. I say I don’t accept my fault because the problem is in you: you don’t satisfy me so I didn’t have a choice. I tell you in all dirty details how those men made me their whore knowing that I’m married. I tell you that I’m happy I should hide it anymore, now I don’t need to have sex with you and pretend that I enjoy it. You can give me divorce if you want but I’m absolutely sure you don’t want to lose me, you agree to suffer and be my cuckold. Maybe deep inside of you this idea of me being used by different random man turns you on…