"If ever there was a moment to stop this from happening, now is it, Brad.”

I stared deeply into my husband’s eyes with as stony an expression as I could muster under the tawdry circumstances. Conveying the severity of our moment seemed crucial, as did offering my beloved one final chance to call the whole thing off.
I kneeled on our bed, the loving, marital sanctuary upon which Brad had been the only man to take me. A bull stood behind me with one palm placed reassuringly into the small of my back. He was ready to smash my marriage vows with one long stroke of his immense blue-veined, gnarly member, which stood proudly in his hand.

I asked my husband not to have me do this, but then, once it happened, it felt so, so right.