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other story. So yeah, I lied, sort of—by omission. But. Out of necessity, it had to be told. Still, I hated doing so.
    I let go of her, feeling like shit for not being able to be straight up with her about my hidden desires. I felt like such a fraud for not being able to man up and tell her what I enjoyed.
    That I loved my ass licked.
    That she was married to a man who loved a finger stroking inside his ass.
    That I loved having my prostate massaged, milked.
    That it was the most intense, pleasurable experience, ever.
    No. I couldn’t tell her any of that. Her reaction to what was only a hypothetical question was proof of that. So what other choice did I really have? I could only imagine what her real reaction would be if I confessed my sexual sins. Divorce was (and is) the last thing I want. But does that mean I should deny my sexual urges? Am I supposed to deprive myself of pleasure simply because my wife isn’t down with the program?
    Hell no.
    Why should I when I can have my cake and eat it, too? After all, isn’t that what you’re supposed to do? Eat the cake?
    â€œGood,” she finally replied. “Now that that’s settled. I’m going to start dinner.”
    â€œHey, hey. Not so fast.” I gently grabbed her arm as she went to walk off. My mind still reeling from the conversation, I needed to be sure I’d heard her right. “So you’d really divorce me if I told you I wanted you to lick my ass?”
    â€œNo, I’d curse your ass out real good. Then give you the side-eye. I wouldn’t end our marriage over you asking something likethat. You’re entitled to ask whatever you like. Just like it’s my prerogative to either be down with it or not. But, yes. Trust and believe. I’d divorce you in a heartbeat if I found out you were out here on all fours with another man… or woman; but definitely if it’s with a man. I’m not signing up for none of that. Back there is for exit only. Just like I’m not giving it up. I don’t want a man who does, either. No real man should want any kind of anal play. And if he does,” she paused, shaking her head, “you already know what my thought is…”
    Yeah. Real closed-minded.
    Krista’s repressive ignorance to sex and sexuality was stifling, for a lack of a better word. And I’d be damned if I’d allow her thinking or that of society’s to keep me chained to mediocre sex. It wasn’t going to happen. Like I said, I loved my wife, but, unfortunately, not enough to be deprived of my own sexual desires.
    No, I’d never leave her. My life with Krista is more than sex. Still, sex—fulfilling sex, that is—is very important…to me, anyway. So if Krista wanted to stay stuck in the dark ages of what sex should or shouldn’t be between a man and woman, a husband and wife, then let her.
    When the urge hit me, I’d find satisfaction elsewhere, in the sheets with another open-minded freak like me.
    She continued eyeing me suspiciously. “I’m still wondering why you’d bring that nasty mess up, anyway?”
    I shrugged off my true thoughts and said, “I didn’t think it was a big deal. I simply wanted to know your feelings about it.”
    She raised a brow. “Oh. Well, now you know. It’s nasty.”
    â€œWell, nasty or not, baby,” I stated as a matter of fact. “Everyone’s entitled to do what they do behind closed doors, in the privacy of their own homes and in their own relationships. To each its own.”
    She twisted her lips in disgust. “Mmph. Yeah, you got that right.Not in my bed, though, and definitely not with me. I’m still trying to figure out what kind of woman is licking some man’s ass…?”
    A freaky one, I mused.
    â€œMmph. She’s just as sick and nasty in the head as he is for wanting it. I wish the hell I would.”
    No surprise there. Tell me how you really