My beloved husband, I know you
are well aware that I am the
kind of woman men drool over. The one with the hard body, the teasing smile
and the devastating way of working my way into the dirty thoughts of every
man we know.
Is it due to the fact that their crotches ache at the thought of
gliding their moist tongues across my tongue...or something else? Maybe it's
the way I carry myself, the confidence and slut-like qualities usually only
reserved for men.
You are
blessed that I'm not your typical woman, but I think you know that. That's why
you love me so much, isn't it? There's something inviting about me to other
men, more than the obvious.
The excitement of our sexual escapades is heightened
by the number of men we get to play along with our games. I love the fact that
I can fuck so many men and it only increases your devotion to me. How I love
to look up from my frenzy and see you watching us, stroking yourself, so close
to the edge of the bed that the sweat flying from his body lands on your
cheek. The smell of a stranger's sex fills your nostrils, my intense moans
fill your ears. You beat off faster and he pounds me harder, his beautiful
cocoa-colored frame nearly obstructs your entire view of me.
But you see just enough,
don't you? Enough to glimpse the largest cock you've ever seen thrust in and
out of your wife's body. I devour every inch. You, you, my lover, will soon
devour every drop.
My body is jerking and my orgasm is getting close.
Won't you call me so that we can come together?
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