We woke up early to prepare for my husband's departure. I felt a bit upset with him because he always left me hanging whenever something happened between us. Just like last night—he always finished first, and he never even tried to make it up to me so I could finish too. At first, I thought it wasn't a problem, but when it kept happening, I eventually got tired of it. I ended up just pretending to reach my climax so it would be over quickly because I had lost interest.
When I stepped out of our bedroom, I was surprised to see that breakfast was already prepared by his father. I felt embarrassed—after all, I had woken up early so I could be the one to do it. I approached him and greeted him. He smiled at me and told me to eat.
"I thought I woke up early, but you were up even earlier," I s
