You've been with your wife since high school. She use to be cute and sexy but now she is just a sad mess of instability and mental illness.

She spends every extra dollar that could be used towards fixing her credit and securing your future on garbage from Amazon, beauty services trying to mask her low self esteem, the constant vacations she needs because she is too emotionally fraile to enjoy her own home, and garbage MLM products nobody wants or buys.

After the l*ttle one, her body has really taken a h*t. Her tits, once full and ample, are now floppy and sag down to her waist. Her hair is thin and scraggly, you cant even pull it anymore because there isn't a handful left to grab. No *ss left to speak of whatsoever.

You can barely look at her, every time she opens her mouth she is met with an eye roll or a stare of disdain. You don't even care if she f*cks other guys, as long as she pays the bills and you don't have to hear all the st*pid things she talks about.

She just doesn't do it for you anymore. A handful of years ago you cheated on her with a real woman, brimming with confidence. You still think about that woman every time you f*ck your vacuous poorly- aging, tired-looking wife.

You have started wearing girly bracelets, tight tee shirts and short shorts, growing more feminine every day. You started doing martial arts just so you can rub up on dudes. You dress up as female characters on Halloween as an excuse to wear panties in public.

You find yourself longing for a real Goddess, and longing for c*ck.
This is where I come in.

While you may have a decent body, you've got a mug like a primate. Your teeth are f*cked, your huge ears are ridiculous, your likeliness to a chimp is uncanny, but still, I take mercy on you. Babysitting a mentally unstable, middle aged mess these many years must be exhausting. I am sympathetic.

You fall at my feet in a way you've never submitted to her. My power and confidence is astonishing to you. I'm the type of woman you know would never cry in the shower like a broken girl. I am a bad b*tch.
You beg me to make you my wh*re, to use you up and spit you out. You beg for my big 9 inch strap on, you've wanted your *ss bred for so long.
You beg me to peg you while the l*ttle woman is having her weekly blubbering meltdown. I oblige.

Knowing that after I've pegged you, she will notice you seem to be in much better spirits, a spring in your step. I tell you that she can thank me for improving your mood and her marriage. A text, an email, even a phone c*ll. She knows how to get ahold of me.

I'm more than happy to do my part.
I'm just here to give Chad what he really desires- my Goddess C*CK

Giving Chad What he Really Wants