[Speedo_Dad]

QUESTIONS/COMMENTS: PART THREE

How did it truly feel knowing your wife had slept with several guys, knowing that other men had blown their load inside her and stretched her out?
This question is very personal, and one I assume is designed to get a particular reaction - but, I’ll answer it honestly.

For the 20 odd years of our marriage I never really suspected of her of cheating or had those kinds of thoughts in my head. It was never something I dwelled on. When I found out the full extent of her cheating towards the end of our marriage (just a little over 10 years ago now), I was beyond devastated, mortified, horrified. I loved her, I loved having her, I loved how she was mine. I had this beautiful princess of a wife, a women who was lusted after by many. But she chose me to marry, and I thought I had hit the jackpot. I adored her. I loved having sex with her. Her pussy was my paradise. To find out guys had “blown their load” or “stretched her out”, as you so kindly put it, tore a hole in my heart. Something that should only have been mine (and hers) to use, explore, love and penetrate, had been taken from me. Stamped on, forever ruined.

Following the affair revelations we tried to patch our marriage back up and fix things, which yes involved sex. But every time we had sex following the truth being exposed, I just pictured other men inside her. Bigger men, girthier men. It was a real headfuck too. She had been with larger men, different men, had better sex with other men - but she was willing to work on our marriage? Was I therefore equal to these other men? Did she think I was capable of fulfilling her needs like they supposedly did? Was she thinking of them when she lay back in bed during sex? Was she wishing I was bigger? Can she go the rest of her life without straying again? I felt simultaneously turned on and repulsed by her.

In the end it was too many questions, too much confusion, and after a few weeks of trying we decided to get divorced. It’s not a time in my life I look back on often, or pleasurably. Strangely now though I’m grateful for what happened, because I wouldn’t be the man I am today without those experiences. I’m a big believer in everything happens for a reason.

How would you feel if a hung guy wore your speedos, stretched them out?
Man, what a question! Like the one above, I feel this is designed to get a certain response but I’ll answer honestly again.

I don’t know why a hung guy would end up in my Speedos, but lets say for arguments sake he does. I’ve went to the pool with a buddy and he’s lost his swimwear and I have a spare Speedo, so he borrows that. Right? So when he comes out into the pool he’s so hung that all the women and the men can’t help but notice. What goes through my mind? I'd be jealous as fuck, man haha.

No, but for real I generally wouldn't care. However it’s the emphasis on “stretched them out” - if I put them on next time and they were noticeably baggier, I’d have to throw them away (or start stuffing a sock in the lining!). I don’t think I’d be able to wear that pair of trunks again. I think a part of me would feel inferior to wear them again, but another part of me would just be like ‘fuck it, wear the damn things’.