I slowed him down and asked him if he was thinking about Megan. Megan is his crush. When he hesitated, I held his face and asked him, I asked him if he loved her. We were still stuck together, and I asked him to keep fucking me, to fuck me and not her. When he fucked her to fuck her. But right then I wanted to be fucked, me.
He took his time, still going in and out slowly, and I asked him again if he loved Megan. He said yes, he did. I asked him if he fucked her. He said yes, he did. I said fine, when he was with her to fuck her, but it wasn't fair to me, when he fucks me to think of her.
Megan has been and out of our lives for six years, she is his crush, his girl. I don't deny her anything, I make room for her, I just needed to remind him that I was his wife and I needed his undivided attention right then.


