There’s fresh cum on my undies and it‘s not my husband’s. Should I complain to the culprit, or take the chance to finally fuck him? — Like every morning, I wake up early to do my chores while my hubby sleeps. It’s a routine I like: it’s calming, relaxing. But today, once again, something is off. As I load the washing machine, I notice my panties are overly dirty, covered with white, sticky, unmistakable stuff.
