“Oooh, good choice!” Marge interjected. “He’s a real hunk.”
I looked at her in exasperation and she quieted down.
“That satisfied him for a little while, but soon movie stars weren’t enough. Next he wanted me to talk about my old boyfriends and then other men we knew. I was really uncomfortable fantasizing about ‘real people,’ but he was persistent, so I went along for his sake. Then he started a new phase where he’d take me to nightclubs and bars and encourage me to interact with other men. He’d want me to let them buy drinks for me and dance with me. Afterwards he’d quiz me on which ones I thought were attractive and he’d want to know if I would have gone out with them if I were still single.
“When I finally admitted that some of them seemed pretty attractive, it was like I’d flipped his ‘on’ switch. He became very excited, and for a while I enjoyed all the extra attention I got from him in bed. But when he asked me if I’d consider going out with someone for real, I was hurt and confused. I told him he was the only man I wanted and that ‘forsaking all others’ was something that I really meant.
“He backed off for a while, but soon he was back at it, asking leading questions, making sly comments. Finally, he told me that if I truly loved him I would actually sleep with another man.”
“Why would he do that?” Marge asked, shaking her head in puzzlement. “Was he looking for an excuse to see other women?
“I wondered the same thing,” I told her, “but he swore he had no interest in anyone else. He said what he wanted was to see me in action, to watch what I did and how I acted in the throes of passion. He kept saying how much I’d love the experience of sex with other men, and how he wanted to make me happy. I told him the only thing that would make me happy would be for him to forget all this nonsense.”
“But he didn’t, did he?” Marge asked.
“No, he didn’t,” I said. “I came home from work one Friday to see a strange car parked in front of our house. When I went inside, my husband was talking with two very large men. He introduced them to me, and then dumbfounded me. ‘These guys have the biggest cocks I’ve ever seen,’ he blurted out. ‘They’re going to fuck you all night and give you a thrill like you’ve never felt in your life! You’re going to love it.'”
I paused to blot the tears that were running down my cheeks. “Marge, I couldn’t believe it. All my life men had treated me as though I were a piece of meat, and now my husband, the man I loved and trusted, was doing the same thing. He wanted to give me to two men I’d never even met, just for his selfish gratification. He didn’t give a damn about my feelings, my wishes – all he wanted was to use my body for his pleasure, just like all the rest of them. It felt like the ultimate betrayal.
“Anyway, I made an excuse, slipped out of the house, drove straight to my parents’ home and never went back. After I got my divorce, I decided to leave town so I wouldn’t risk running into him again. That’s how I wound up here.”
Marge reached over to take my hand. “I’m so sorry, Jess. That must have been terrible for you.”
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