Last night, I saw my husband make love to a white chub hairy daddy. That’s his type, not me, a smooth latino.

They made out with more passion than I have ever experienced. Their tongues were dancing and going each other’s mouth like animals.

My husband saw him with a lust that he has never had for me.

When my husband was fucking him, they were locked in. It was nature. It was primal. They were panting and moaning.

After they fucked for hours, they cuddled tenderly and my husband kept calling him the cutest daddy in the world.

The few times I peaked into the room, I felt I was a burden. That two real men were making love and they did not need a faggot watching.

My husband tells me he is into me but no of the guys he is ever into look like me. All his exes look so different from me.

For me to get the attention of my husband when we met, I had to be the perfect boy (muscular, intelligent,…). Meanwhile, this white chub daddy is very basic and yet my husband is way more drawn to him than me.

I get so turned on thinking about all of this, how sexually inadequate I am to my husband, how his real sexual type is very different from me, etc