«You know, I used to think my life was predictable. A husban..

«You know, I used to think my life was predictable. A husband, a cozy home, stability… But you were the one who insisted I try something different. You wanted to see me change, to become… someone else. But are you ready to accept that this new version of me is no longer under your control?

I can’t be the woman I used to be. When you suggested this path, I agreed for you. But now I realize: it was always about me. Every time I’m with another man, I feel real. Alive. It’s not just sex. It’s a sense of freedom, power, dominance. You see me as the woman you created in your fantasies, but I no longer belong to those fantasies.

You wanted to be a cuckold? Now you are one. But a cuckold cannot control a woman. Now I decide who I’m with, when, how, and why. You said it excites you, but I see your face when I come home with the scent of another man on my skin. You smile, but your eyes—they’re full of envy, fear, and helplessness. And that excites me.

Do you realize I no longer ask for your permission? Once, I used to say, ‘Honey, I’ll meet him if you’re okay with it.’ Now I just say, ‘I’m going to see him.’ You can get angry, you can try to argue, but what will you do? You have no power over me. Not anymore. You gave me freedom, and I’ll never give it back.

And let’s be honest. You know this, don’t you? You feel it—that with every encounter, I’m drifting further away from you—emotionally, physically, spiritually. I no longer care about making you feel secure or comfortable. This is no longer about you. It’s about me.

You wanted this. You begged for it, fantasized about it. And now that your fantasy has become reality, you’re no longer the master of the game. You’re an observer. And that’s all you’ll ever be.

Accept it. Or turn away. Because I’m not stopping.»

Sexwife monologue.

If your wife said that to you, would you be upset?