My name is Ann. I'm 23 years old, married to Michael, who is sometimes the most wonderful man in the world and at other times the bane of my existence. On his good days, he's caring, loving, supportive, and a great father to our 3-year-old son. However, on any day that he works or simply isn't feeling well, he's verbally abusive, condescending, lazy, and treats me like I'm a slave.

The sex has never been good, and he has to be drunk for me to get more than 5 minutes out of him. The only times I've had an orgasm with him are on the few occasions that he's bothered with foreplay. He fully expects me to blow him at least once every couple of days, lest he outright accuse me of cheating on him, but it's been at least six months since the last time he's returned the favor.

I've been married for almost 5 years, and I no longer am attracted to him. I work full-time (sometimes overtime) from home, making almost 6 figures a year working for a multi-national corporation while watching our son, and at 28 years old, he works part-time at a video store. He has no drive to better himself or to improve his work situation. He doesn't help out at home, either. If he's home, he's either playing with our son (which is fine) or falling asleep on the couch or watching TV. I could have worked a 10- or 12-hour shift, but it doesn't matter. If the house isn't spic and span when he comes home, I'm "lazy." It doesn't matter to him that I pay our bills and take care of our son all day, much less do everything else that needs to be done. I've been very stressed lately and gained about 15 pounds, and he incessantly pokes at me, telling me that I'm fat, and saying that if he had known I was going to let myself go so badly, he wouldn't have bothered with me. To give you an idea, I'm 5'4" and with the extra weight, weigh about 145. I still have a rather shapely figure, (my measurements are 34, 28, 38) and despite having a child, my C-cups are still quite perky.

Lately, I've been having fantasies about him coming home from work to me fucking one of my co-workers or our neighbor on the living room couch, or maybe even in our bed, just to add the extra sting. I want him to value me again, to appreciate me, to understand that he's not the only man in the world and that I can do better, and I don't think he's going to realize any of that through talking or through any of the socially acceptable venues. I would have done it already were it not for our son. I don't want out. I want him to realize how good he's got it and to man up when it comes to trying to make me happy as well. If I have to cheat to get him to see that, I'm more than willing.