I’m sitting here, my heart pounding, as I recall the night I let my husband’s hands roam freely over my married body. We had a wonderful evening, dinner and a movie, but it was what happened after that has me hooked. His hands were all over me, and I loved every second of it. I could feel his desire, his need, and it only made me wetter. I’m his slut, his wife, and I’ll do anything to please him. The way he touched me, it was like he owned me, and I let him. I’m his to use, his to pleasure, and I can’t wait for him to do it again. I’m his cum slut, his whore, and I’ll take every inch of him whenever he wants. I’m his, completely and utterly, and I wouldn’t have it any other way.