Chapter Twenty Thee
Caught in the Closet
My formidable wife is having one of her at least thrice-weekly girls’ nights out.
Of course there’s no way I could prevent this – Hsu definitely wears the pants in this marriage. Five years older than me she’s a naturalized Vietnamese woman with a bitchy, seriously domineering personality. One of those mail-order wives, I often wish I could mail her back. From day one she’s dictated every aspect of our lives, including our almost nonexistent s*x life. Indeed we have s*x so seldom that I’m actually eager for her to go out with her friends despite my uneasiness about what they might be up to. Her blessed absence gives me the perfect opportunity to both jerk off (which she has absolutely forbidden me) and to indulge my shameful secret fetish (which
