My husband is an absolute pig

Perfect way to describe him. Heck, I called him that many times when we argued, and he agreed. He ogles other women and even teenage girls all the time. They don't even have to be that attractive, as long as they have tits and ass. It doesn't matter that I'm right there and can clearly see what he is doing. It is really bad in the spring and summer, when they wear more revealing clothes. I often find nasty, hardcore porn on his computer and laptop, and he doesn't even use password protection. It's everything: stuff with barely legal girls, piss play/golden showers, striptease, food play, granny fucking, even women messing around with dogs. He even has a few naked pics of his own mother, apparently taken in secret. When I told his mother about it, she just told *me* not to worry about it. I was speechless.

When my husband wakes up before me, he always uses his morning wood on me and fucks me in my sleep. I usually wake up halfway through. Hard to sleep through all that pounding. And he always insists that we shower together. Then he gets rock-hard from soaping up my tits and ass and we have to fuck again.

He is also really fat. At least 300 pounds, with a big fat gut hanging. The man can eat a full-course dinner, and still finish it off with a whole pie and an ice cream on top. And he is very hairy all over. The only hair he ever shaves is facial hair.

It's really bad when I get pregnant. My hormones rage, and my husband gets even more turned on by my breasts and pussy swelling up, and the idea of his seed growing inside me. He told me that himself. So he can't keep his hands-and dick-off me, and I'm always too weak to resist. Sometimes, I would squirt when he rubbed baby oil on my swollen baby bump to soothe it. It is like it becomes an erogenous zone for me. Other times, he would oil up his cock and rub it against my swollen belly until he came all over it.

Whenever I was breastfeeding, he would always watch me and jerk off. I tried to get around it by doing it in the bathroom or a guestroom, but he would always follow me. He said it turned him on so much and he couldn't help himself. For the first few months, when I was still sore, he would just jerk off, but after that, he would fuck me as soon as I was done nursing. Admittedly, my breasts and particularly nipples are very sensitive, and I would often get aroused while breastfeeding. But I didn't want him to be so blantantly horny and sleazy about it.

I know for a fact that he fucked my mother (his mother-in-law) at least ten times. The first time being less than a year after we were married. Five years ago, he fucked my friend from work on her 40th birthday. They were drunk that night, but they weren't (always) drunk all the other times they fucked after that. I swore to never talk to her again, but she had a really tough pregnancy a year later (with a different man) and we bonded again. Last year, my husband even had an affair with the older sister of one of our son's friends (our son and his friend were 10, now 11, and she was 19). They met at our son's soccer practice. I'm not sure if that is still ongoing.

Ironically, our relationship started when his mother and our mother set us up on a date.

It feels so weird to admit all of this, even if anonymously.

I could divorce him. Some would say that I should. But he does have a big, fat, meaty cock, and I love being stretched out. Even with a fat pad, he's got a well-developed sausage. And as he fucks me, he keeps telling me how hot and beautiful I am and how much I turn him on. He also likes to casually grope and smack my ass, and something about that feels amazing. He never forgets our anniversary, or my birthday. And he doesn't perve on me when I'm on a period. Also, I sometimes think about the pervy things I did when I was younger, so I feel a bit guilty for judging him.

It is odd. Sometimes I suddenly get pissed off at his infidelities and perversions and I seethe, and then it's gone and I'm fine with it for months at a time. I haven't even seriously considered a divorce in years.

I wonder how many more women may live similar lives, but don't tell anyone about it. Life can be so strange. Married life especially.