When the Wife Leaves, But the Neighbor Is Right Next Door

There once was a certain middle-aged fellow with a serious craving for a strap-on. His better half, however, had absolutely zero desire to strap on said device.

"You're an idiot! This is progress!"

"You can shove that progress right up your ass—just leave me out of it."

This "backward" woman preferred to get intimate the old-fashioned way, thereby severely stunting her husband's blossoming anal development.

"You fool, stop torturing your wife and go look for the object of your lust where it grows naturally."

"I'm strictly straight! What are you insinuating? I don't fall in love with men!"

"Love is a rare and beautiful phenomenon. But a craving for phallic symbols is an entirely different story."

Time passed. His wife moved to another country while political storms raged back home. Her husband had a few epiphanies, took a closer look at his neighbor—just as that peculiar shrink had recommended—and... And he became a happy man.

"Nelli! I wrote to you back then, remember? It worked! I’ve never felt anything like it!"

"Attaboy. And how’s the wife?"

"Even better! She’s blissfully happy over there with some Valentino who’s packing twice as much as I am! Size always matters."

"Indeed it does. You’ve now achieved the textbook cuckold dynamic. Magnificent!"

"Everything is absolutely perfect. There’s only one thing I’m terrified of..."

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"That my wife might actually come back."

The paths to a personal paradise work in mysterious ways. And to each their own. May a ray of light—and the exact kind of progress that brings you joy—find its way into your most accommodating spot.

Nelli Verkhovska PhD in Psychology For more on alternative relationships, check out my YouTube channel