Chapter Three
I’m Not Happy
“Bruce, we need to talk,” my wife said.
“Okay.”
“I’m not happy,” she said.
“Marsha, I don’t understand,” I said, “we have a great life and…”
“Our s*x life sucks,” she interrupted.
“Honey, I try but…”
“I know but your d**k is small, and you aren’t really interested in s*x,” she interrupted again.
“You knew that when we got married,” I pointed out.
“I did, she said, “and I thought it would be okay but…”
“But what?” I asked.
“It’s not,” she said. “I need more.”
“Honey I’ll do whatever you want to help make it better,” I said.
“Do you trust me, Bruce?” she asked.
“Of course, baby.”
“I mean really trust me?”
“Just tell me what you want, and I’ll do it,” I said.
“Take off your clothes,” she said.
While my s*x drive was certainly lower than hers, I d
