My wife is a pastry
Sometimes I get asked "what it is like to have a slut wife"? I thought up a metaphor that may help you understand.
Having a slut wife, that is, having a wife who fucks other men, is like owning a pastry shop. In your shop you have a delicious pastry each day which is ready to be consumed. You usually consume the pastry yourself each day. But sometimes, you choose to put the delicous pastry on display. A man who likes pastries stops by your shop and the two of you chat. During the conversation, you notice the man has set his hungry eyes on the pastry you have on display. His attention has now been focused on your delicious pastry and less on conversation with you. You realize the man may be hungry. You're a man who has been hungry many times and has delighted in eating pastries yourself. The man has been courteous and well mannered. So you invite the man to take a bite of your pastry.
The man looks at the pastry and hesitates.
"Do not think you need to ask permission of my pastry, sir." You tell him. "My pastry is just an object made to be consumed."
The man realizes now that he is free to consume your pastry without objection. He picks up the pastry and bites into its sweet, soft crust. You can tell how much he enjoys the taste of your pastry and you are pleased. You notice he is taking his time consuming your pastry. This man has never had your pastry before so you urge him to not be confused by the gentle, soft look of the pastry. You tell him that your pastry is best experienced by consuming it rapidly, and without consideration of manners or etiquette.
The man looks at you with understanding. Reverting to his basic nature which he usually hides from others, the man gobbles the pastry down in a boorish, brutish way, as if he has not eaten a pastry in years. He drops pastry crumbs everywhere as he enjoys the delectible treat you have so kindly offered him. The noise of his endeavor recedes and you realize he has finshed eating your pastry. You look down at the plate where the pastry had been laying. There is little left of the pastry. The man looks down as well and realizes he has made a terrible mess. You tell him to not be concerned about it for a man should make a mess when properly consuming a pastry.
You hand the man a towel which he uses to clean himself. He is smiling because he is pleased at the taste of the pastry which remains in his senses. His stomach is full of your pastry and his hunger, for now, has diminished. The man thanks you for sharing your delicious pastry and then bids farewell to you. Just before he leaves, the man asks if he may return for another taste of your pastry in the future. You completely understand the desire of this man to return, for your desire to eat your pastry is equally compelling. You flash a confident smile and tell him that you will leave it open to possibility since he has respected the owner of the pastry and because he was so thorough in his consumption of your delicious confection.
The man leaves, smiling, and you are left to survey the mess which he has created. You look down at the man's plate and you see a remaining piece of the delicious pastry which the man has left behind. Somehow, in this state of near nothingness and having been used and consumed so vociferously by the man, the remains of the pastry look more appetizing than before. You become aware that you have a burning hunger inside of you that is far greater than the hunger of a typical man, and even greater than the man who enjoyed your pastry before you. A basic primal instinct washes over you as you pick up the man's leftover pastry and consume it in its entirety. You devour the used leftovers and leave nothing on the plate except the crumbs you have dropped along with the crumbs the man had left behind.
With your hunger now fed and your pastry having been fully consumed by you and your guest, you decide to go about other activities. You are pleased that you were able to offer your pastry to a brother in need. It's how men should be with one another. And you are proud that you have a pastry that has been useful enough to have fed two hungry men. Afterall, feeding men is the best use of a pastry.
Having a slut wife, that is, having a wife who fucks other men, is like owning a pastry shop. In your shop you have a delicious pastry each day which is ready to be consumed. You usually consume the pastry yourself each day. But sometimes, you choose to put the delicous pastry on display. A man who likes pastries stops by your shop and the two of you chat. During the conversation, you notice the man has set his hungry eyes on the pastry you have on display. His attention has now been focused on your delicious pastry and less on conversation with you. You realize the man may be hungry. You're a man who has been hungry many times and has delighted in eating pastries yourself. The man has been courteous and well mannered. So you invite the man to take a bite of your pastry.
The man looks at the pastry and hesitates.
"Do not think you need to ask permission of my pastry, sir." You tell him. "My pastry is just an object made to be consumed."
The man realizes now that he is free to consume your pastry without objection. He picks up the pastry and bites into its sweet, soft crust. You can tell how much he enjoys the taste of your pastry and you are pleased. You notice he is taking his time consuming your pastry. This man has never had your pastry before so you urge him to not be confused by the gentle, soft look of the pastry. You tell him that your pastry is best experienced by consuming it rapidly, and without consideration of manners or etiquette.
The man looks at you with understanding. Reverting to his basic nature which he usually hides from others, the man gobbles the pastry down in a boorish, brutish way, as if he has not eaten a pastry in years. He drops pastry crumbs everywhere as he enjoys the delectible treat you have so kindly offered him. The noise of his endeavor recedes and you realize he has finshed eating your pastry. You look down at the plate where the pastry had been laying. There is little left of the pastry. The man looks down as well and realizes he has made a terrible mess. You tell him to not be concerned about it for a man should make a mess when properly consuming a pastry.
You hand the man a towel which he uses to clean himself. He is smiling because he is pleased at the taste of the pastry which remains in his senses. His stomach is full of your pastry and his hunger, for now, has diminished. The man thanks you for sharing your delicious pastry and then bids farewell to you. Just before he leaves, the man asks if he may return for another taste of your pastry in the future. You completely understand the desire of this man to return, for your desire to eat your pastry is equally compelling. You flash a confident smile and tell him that you will leave it open to possibility since he has respected the owner of the pastry and because he was so thorough in his consumption of your delicious confection.
The man leaves, smiling, and you are left to survey the mess which he has created. You look down at the man's plate and you see a remaining piece of the delicious pastry which the man has left behind. Somehow, in this state of near nothingness and having been used and consumed so vociferously by the man, the remains of the pastry look more appetizing than before. You become aware that you have a burning hunger inside of you that is far greater than the hunger of a typical man, and even greater than the man who enjoyed your pastry before you. A basic primal instinct washes over you as you pick up the man's leftover pastry and consume it in its entirety. You devour the used leftovers and leave nothing on the plate except the crumbs you have dropped along with the crumbs the man had left behind.
With your hunger now fed and your pastry having been fully consumed by you and your guest, you decide to go about other activities. You are pleased that you were able to offer your pastry to a brother in need. It's how men should be with one another. And you are proud that you have a pastry that has been useful enough to have fed two hungry men. Afterall, feeding men is the best use of a pastry.
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