Despite your constant requests, your wife refuses to throw away the dildo molded from her ex boyfriend's dick. It taunts you, a constant reminder of her past lover and his larger size. Whenever she is in the mood for sex, she insists on using it, claiming that its size and veiny texture provide greater pleasure than your own dick ever could. You can't help but feel inadequate as she moans and writhes in ecstasy, stretched out by the toy that was molded from another man. Its presence serves as a painful reminder of your wife's past desires.
You despised that dildo with every fiber of your being and you could have sworn that one time you heard her moan her ex-boyfriend's name while using it.Every time you made love to your wife, she would reach for the dildo more often than she would touch you. It was absurd that you were jealous of an inanimate object. The thought didn't make sense - she had ended things with him because he was a selfish asshole, so why did she keep this reminder of him? The sight of the toy evoked a mix of anger and insecurity within you, making your stomach churn and your heart ache. You couldn't shake off the feeling that you were somehow being compared to him, and it ate away at your confidence in the relationship.
One day as you got out of work early you walked through the door of your house, But something felt off. You heard a strange sound coming from upstairs - a low, sexual moan from your wife. Your heart raced as you slowly walked up the stairs, fear and suspicion gripping at your mind. Who was in your house fucking your wife? What was going on? As you reached the bedroom door, you paused for a moment, steeling yourself before slowly pushing it open to not alert her to your presence.
And there she was, your wife, squirming on the bed with her eyes closed in ecstasy. But it wasn't another man she was with - it was the dildo. As she moaned out her ex-boyfriend's name while watching a video of them on the tv in your room, you felt a surge of anger and jealousy rise within you. You couldn't help but wish she had been with someone else entirely instead of thinking of her ex-boyfriend. Your emotions were a jumble of confusion and hurt as you stood there, watching her lost in pleasure screaming her ex’s name.