Letter to a Desperate Spouse
“How desperate are you, really? ” Do not be alarmed by the question. I just have to know how desperate you are toward wanting to get into this lifestyle. How many times do you look at your wife and imagine seeing someone – a Black man (maybe even me) caressing her body, about to make love to her while you sit there clutching your beer in one hand and grabbing your crotch in your other? Do you imagine seeing the look of lust that lights up in her eyes as she moves her body alongside mine . . . Tell me, doesn’t that get you hard whenever you sit back and reflect on it? Doesn’t it make that pathetic pecker of yours hard with anticipation? So it is, so don’t dare lie to yourself about it. The bane of what hurts a lot of husbands out there is how much they’re so quick to wake up from such wet dream and think that it’s merely a fluke. This is no fluke here, and if you’re reading this, then you ought to know that you’re not dreaming eith...