I’d love to say it was a one time thing and the moments we shared in that hotel room stayed in that hotel room but is that ever the case?
My wife and I were both fighting or sins and insecurity’s even though neither one of us wanted to mention them.
How long had she been attracted to women? How many threesomes and freak sessions had she had before me? How many men had there been? Questions I’d never wanted to know the answers to were now tugging at my conscience.
And that wasn’t even the hardest part.
“Was she wetter than me?”
“Did her mouth feel better than mines?”
These are questions she asked out the blue when I was chopping up some vegetables for dinner. My back was turned so I didn’t realize how serious she was until I turned around and saw the tears in her eyes.
I wanted to say, “Everytime I kiss you I think your lips aren’t as soft as hers. Each time my tongue slips past your navel I think you’re not as sweet as her. When you’re on top of me I close my eyes and see her face and as much as I love you that scares me. You brought another woman into our marriage and now you may not be enough.”
That’s what I shoud have told my crying wife but it wasn’t in me to tell her the truth.
“She’s not you baby. No woman compares.”