My husband [27m] works in the city and I'm [25f] a stay at home wife. I take care of the house and our cats and study, go shopping, or cook all day until he comes home.

His work is also very flexible, so I know that if he wanted to take a 2 hour break any day of the week to go and fuck another girl in a hotel, he could - and I love the idea. He could be buying a new call girl every day and pounding her brains out or picking up girls on the street and luring them into his arms.

He could tell me he's going to the office when in reality he's "working from home" at another woman's house, letting her blow him under the table while he takes his silly meetings.

But no matter what dirty fantasy I project onto him, he always comes home to me - to hold me and kiss me and then tear my body to pieces with his passion. I get to have him at the end of the day and that's enough to ward off any jealousy I might feel towards girls he feasts on. It's my hand he kisses in the morning before he leaves and my hand he holds while he plans for the future.

He is a king - not only my king, but a king whose people (women) need him, beg for him, crave him. And I his queen.