"Do you like that, whore wife ?" My husband whispers in my ear. "Yes" I moan. I secretly like this new term of endearment. "Are you thinking of him, whore wife ?, uhhm?, are you imaging it's him fucking you from behind and not me ?" He whispers again. "God yes" I say breathlessly between his powerful thrusts "I'm thinking of him pulling my hair hard from behind, with his thick, hard cock inside me". Im a wife and mother now, I should not be thinking about cheating on my husband who I love more than anything. I should not be having these sordid fantasies of being with other men. But there was a small part of me that wanted to get even, a small part that wanted my husband to feel a small amount of the hurt that he had inflicted upon me in the past.