My Husband is really into his slags. To be honest I am not sure what to do about it as I know every time he goes out of the house it is no doubt so he can go and see his slags and maybe even dump another load.

I am fairly certain he visits more than one slag, especially as I found photos of not only a wet slag, but also some slag on the beach.

It is really starting to bug me, and any advice on how to solve this problem would be greatly appreciated. I don't want to wonder where he is every time he leaves home. For all I know he could be like many of his male friends who visit slags all over the place, and take numerous photos that my Husband brings home copies of.

Having seen some of the pictures I can see the attraction of visiting a slag on a regular basis. I think it becomes like a hobby, and of course some slags are quite beautiful

One of his friends was caught by his wife showing a picture of his hot slag to their friends, and she was not impressed at all, mainly because they all seemed to find this hot slag truly attractive and were mesmerised by the detailed photo.

Of course it is hard to distract a man from exciting slags as a hobby, and us women soon become 'slag widows', and are forced to watch as our increasingly distant Husband's spend more and more of their free time 'playing' with their slag, and often vanish for days at a time to visit any old slags they can find.

Some weekends my Husband and all of his friends get together to go and visit as many slags as possible, and as you will see, I found one of the photos to prove it. I just find it all so embarrassing, especially when I see my friends giving my pitying looks and shaking their heads in disbelief. How can I justify such behaviour when it makes no sense to anyone other than him and his male friends.

I was confiding in one of my work colleagues about my problem, and she admitted she had caught her Husband and his friend watching some slag out of the windows of a restaurant. She found photos of this ugly slag and showed them to me to make me feel better about the kind of slag my Husband tends to prefer.

Well, being one not to put up with such nonsense I decided to track down his favourite slags, and this is what I found. Firstly you will see the pictures I took of the slags car, and then you will see the slag road I found it on. It was only a matter of time before I was going to find out the truth, but you can imagine my shock when I found him with one gooey oozing slag. He looked a bit guilty, but tried to explain this slag was very hot, in fact too hot to handle.

I was severely shaken, even more once he admitted he had also been visiting twin slags and that he had been dumping in them regularly for six months now. He showed me shocking photos in which his clothes were everywhere, including all over the slag in question. He even confessed to having climbed on their mounds and taken close up photos.

Obviously he decided now he had started the admissions, he may as well come clean fully, so he went on to tell me how he had spent time on the Queen of Slags, and had even helped her pot carrier to deliver the last batch. By now I felt truly sickened at how low my Husband had sunk, and wondered what on earth I ever saw in such a sick person when I married him..

It turned out his friends had even taken him out to study slag specimens, and on occasion he had actually dabbled with many black and white slags. He showed me further pictures he had been keeping in his wallet to prove he was now being honest with me, but it was still all too much to bear.

Of course he has now promised me he will spend less time on his slags, and that there is only one or two that appeal to him now, and one of those is the one that has returned somewhat to nature, which is what attracts him so much. Having seen the pictures of this particular slag I find them quite pretty, and I am sure this slag must be the cleanest of all the ones he has been visiting before so I think I can live with this as a compromise.

Naturally things are far from fixed between us yet. He needs to get over this need for slags, and it may take a while for this addiction to be cured, as even the other day I found a picture of my neighbour's pussy on one of his slags. He Deny's it is hers, but I know that pussy anywhere, especially as it is very long haired and she has shown it off to me many times before.

Thank you all so much for listening to my problems. I just hope you can offer me some advice on how to handle this, and that if your Husband's or partners are also out photographing slags all the time you will be able to identify with what I have been going through.

Thank you.