When my wife goes to work she’s a perfectly made up person. She’s got lingerie that I steal because it’s so cute and I like wearing it. She has make up I often help her do. She’s shaved and has figured out all her best routines. She talks and laughs and discusses things before she goes to work - and she’s got regulars she sees and has happy friendships with on a professional level.
But the hundreds and hundreds of people who come to see her don’t see what makes her cry at night. Her fears, her insecurities. They don’t shave her asshole in the one spot she can’t reach (curse short arms!) and help her place deodorant on her nether regions to keep those pesky red spots away. They don’t get to hear her voice speak wedding vows, or the way she wakes up each morning. They don’t pull her hair back and clean up after she pukes when she’s sick. They don’t go to her ER visits, or her global travels. They don’t cry together over sad movies, or bring home two baby kittens together to raise. They don’t get to break the news she’s trans to her family, or be the wall between her and them when things got ugly because of it. They don’t do late night snack runs or curling up together to read books. They don’t see ANY of that.
Pfft. It seems so comical to be worried about cheating. So asinine to feel it’s disrespectful or could ever damage our marriage. None of these haters even scratch the surface of who she truly is as a person. So how is it ever considered cheating? How does it even come close? years of blood, sweat, tears, laughter, and deep, deep love for one another and what- I’d get jealous because a few hundred horny men came to see her in the safety and comfort of our home- the one we built together? And if she were to service them fully and is safe and careful about it? Why not?