A question for the married women who try so hard to be 'good.' When your duty calls you to do something that turns your own morals inside out... how do you quiet the screaming in your head? I keep telling myself it's just a body. A vessel. A necessary act for a greater purpose. But my skin remembers every touch that isn't his. My pussy... it betrays me. It clenches at a memory it shouldn't have. It gets wet thinking about a cock that isn't my husband's. The guilt is a physical weight, but the... curiosity is a low, humming ache. I was taught that good wives don't have these thoughts. But what if the 'good wife' is the one doing this? The hypocrisy is the hardest part to swallow.