This is a cheatfic. Whether it may be emotional or physical, there is going to be cheating. Sex scenes will also be explicit.

Chapter One - BPOV

You never think you're not enough until it's literally staring you in the face like a flashing neon sign.

The proof is in my hands.

I've always considered myself to be rather adventurous in the bedroom. My sexual prowess has been known to be off the fucking charts. Two times a week? Not in this lifetime. More like four. I might as well be running a marathon at the rate I'm going.

At least that's what I thought - up until two minutes ago. The browser history my eyes can't seem to stop staring at says otherwise.

Anal.

Milf ass.

Raunchiest porn stars.

Squirting milfs.

Milf thighs.

Seriously, sweetie, you're getting a little specific.

Milf pawg.

Pawg? What the hell is a pawg?

Bringing up a private browser - obviously my husband is rather stupid when it comes to watching porn - I type milf pawg into Google.

Phat ass white girl.

Am I dreaming right now? Is my husband really searching for milfs and pawgs and God knows what else? I'm afraid to keep scrolling.

The showers shuts off, and I toss Jasper's phone like it's a hot potato. Then remembering what a freak he is about his things being touched, I grab it and put it exactly where he had it and leave the room. I am in no mood to see his flailing penis right now.

Am I really not enough?

I'm a phat ass white girl, aren't I?

I'm a milf, am I not?

I definitely put the m in milf. Bexley, Baxter, and Beverly can attest to that.

Am I just not fuck worthy anymore?

Ignoring the bits of cereal crunching under my feet, I move to the sink and fill the coffee carafe with water so that my morning won't get any worse. I start breakfast, trying to not get mental images of Jasper bending a pawg over the couch and shoving his dick in her ass.

Really, Jasper? Anal?

Don't get me wrong, a finger added to the mix, yeah, it gets me hot, but ever since my little sister had surgery because of a fistula - maybe from anal, maybe not, I don't know, I didn't ask - I'm not too keen on him shoving his fat cock in there. Fucking sue me!

Plus, I have trouble enough with shit coming out of that hole, I'm not too hot on something going in it.

And, anyway, how would he feel if I wanted to put something in his anus?

Not too hot, I'm sure of it.

I'm serving plates of breakfast when Jasper walks in, the twins in his arms and Beverly at his feet.

"Mama!" Beverly yells, running at me and wrapping her arms around my legs.

"Good morning, Bevvy girl." I bend down and lift her into my arms, peppering her cute face with kisses. "Are you hungry?"

She nods before resting her head on my shoulder, her thumb going straight into her mouth. It's a habit I wish she never had and a hard one to break.

I buckle her in her seat at the counter and push her plate toward her, avoiding the elephant in the room as much as I can.

I'm just so mad at him. Call me crazy, but it's just plain demeaning.

Jasper gets the twins in their chairs and slides their breakfast in front of them before heading right for me. I smile. I pretend. But inside I'm a swirling mess of what ifs and how comes.

"Morning, babe," he says, kissing my head and grabbing a handful of my ass. "I tried to wake you up."

He did. He tried. I feigned sleep because I was extra tired from last night. He didn't put it in my ass or anything, but I was on all fours while he rammed it into me and tickled my milf ass with his thumb. I was a fucking pornstar.

"Did you? I was exhausted." I smile. I think I do. Mentally, I'm sobbing.

He smirks like he's the man, and then we go our separate ways. He makes a protein drink and heads to the garage to work out, and I grab a cup of coffee and sit with the kids.

Bex throws her eggs on the floor while Bax licks his plate clean. Beverly asks for cereal instead.

Such is the life of a milf, I guess.