February Sucks for Walter Mitty - Sex Stories

February Sucks for Walter Mitty

... let's ignore the fact that you're taking a slogan that was coined to support a woman's right to choose an abortion and using it to justify fucking an asshole who drives an Escalade. Let's just ignore that for a second. You claim that you have the right to pick up a guy in a bar, go home with him and screw his brains out, regardless of my desires. Is that more or less your position?"

"Yeah, but--"

"Let me finish. You talk about choices. Well, you also chose to get married to me. To build a life. To have babies together. When you made those choices, you weren't drugged. I wasn't twisting your arm. Right?"

"Fine. Yes!" She glared at me.

"Linda, those choices--to fuck a trophy cock and to have a family with me--can't coexist. You have to choose one or the other. For most of our marriage, you picked our children and me. At Morrison's, you picked the strange cock. And, because you changed your choice, I'm changing mine."

"You have no right--"

I slapped the table. "I have EVERY RIGHT!" I glared at her. "I have a right to say 'My body, my choice,' too! I have a right to choose a woman who will stand beside me to defend our marriage. Who will walk away from sex with a handsome stranger in favor of a life she claims to cherish. Someone who shares my values and has a shred of integrity."

"Fuck you and your integrity!" Her face was looking purplish, and I wondered if she was about to stroke out. "You don't have the balls to deal with this, so you--you--you're ...

... running away like a hurt little boy!"

"And you're hiding your behavior behind your children and some vague idea of being a free-spirited, independent woman of the world. Let's be clear here: You claim that women are the equal of men--and, for the record, I agree. But if that's true, they also bear an equal level of responsibility. Have you ever heard the phrase 'With great power comes great responsibility?'"

"What is that--some Obama quote?" She rolled her eyes.

"Nope, it's from Spider Man." Linda sneered, and I smiled back. "Granted, Stan Lee's not a feminist theorist or renowned social critic, but he's relevant here. You demand equal power in our relationship, but you refuse to take on equal responsibility. You want to be a big, strong woman making her mark in the world, but when it suits your purposes, you're happy to hide behind the prejudice that a woman is automatically a better parent just because she has a uterus. You want society to ignore your body in the boardroom, but you're more than willing to traffic on it in a club or the bedroom or the courtroom. You want the great power accorded to an equal partner, but you don't have the guts to take on the great responsibility of dealing with that power honestly."

"That's bullshit! I just refuse... refuse to let a man define me! You're not my master. You're not my warden!"

"Enough!" I snapped. "You think you're a radical, but at the end of the day, you're just another woman who got wet watching two boys fight over ...