Chapter 8
Our honeymoon was at a beautiful resort on a beach in Hawaii, and the first two days we talked about Katie’s love of big c**k. I had a hard time getting the truth out of my wife, at first. She went through all the stages—denial, grief, bargaining.
“Katie, my love, I’m so turned on, I could f**k a small rabbit.” I couldn’t think of anything else that would be the right size. I showed her my erection as we snuggled in our first-class seats. “This hasn’t gone down since I heard them talking about you. If you touch it, I’ll come all over the seat.” I reached over and palmed her breast. I loved her breasts.
“At least tell me about the motorcycle gang. Not all of it, but some. Please.” It’s not good starting a marriage by begging for details of your wife’s past flings, but I didn’t
