As a husband, I need a man in my life who is as thoughtful and kind as my wife’s boyfriend Lance; he graciously lets me cry in his man cave every time he takes her to pound town. Even though it’s not easy, I wouldn’t want any other man fornicating with the woman I married.
Lance is an emotionally sensitive guy and, after he started banging the woman I love, noticed that I was having a hard time with the situation. One day he threw his arm around my shoulders and said, “I can see you’re really struggling right now, bro. Why don’t you sit back, relax and weep like a five year old girl who had her dolly taken away down in my man cave while your wife and I take a visit to pound town?”
I thanked the man profusely and took him up on the offer.
Lance’s man cave is pretty amazing actually; it’s the perfect place for a husband to weep like a little bitch while another man tosses his wife around like a rag doll in the other room. His man cave’s got a full theater with plush leather seats, decked out with all the latest tech, and has a full bar stocked with the finest liguor where I sob uncontrollably as I enjoy the free drinks.
Luckily, Lance didn’t forget to put sexy photos of my wife on display so that I can fantasize about her with tears streaming down my face. He thought of everything to make my experience in his man cave as pleasant as possible. What a great guy!