No, I'm supposed to be the man here

Taken aback by such an outlandish request, you respond, "no, I don't think so babe. I'm the man here, it's supposed to be me in charge."

She gives you a dissapproving look. "You're the man here? You're talking like you have a big dick or something. You can't even make me cum!

Insulted you stand up. "That's your problem! You married me, so you knew what you were getting in to, no excuses!"

She opens her mouth, as though she is about to retort, but than closes it and scoffs. She stands up, almost chest to chest with you. "You want to know something babe? I've been fucking Mark, my childhood friend. He actually makes me cum, and hard too. His cock is thick, and longer that 4 of yours put together. He's a man. You're just some bitch I ended up marrying. So here's the deal. You have two options. You can do your job and be my little cuckold of a husband. I'll let you cum out of that puny thing you call a dick occasionally, when I'm not getting railed by thick cock. That, or you can fucking leave. Divorce. Because I'm not dealing with this anymore."

You're in complete disbelief, but you know she's dead serious.