My Husband’s Gone, Time to Suck My Lover’s Big Cock

I’m standing here, the pink dress hugging my curves, my husband’s eyes glued to my tits as I drop him off. He thinks I’m doing this for him, but fuck that. I’m doing this for you. The thought of your cock in my mouth, your hands in my hair, it’s all I can think about. I can almost taste you, feel your thickness pushing past my lips, choking me just the way I like it.

Confession: My Husband’s Blind Cuckoldry

And he’s none the wiser. He thinks he’s the one getting the treat, the lucky bastard. But it’s you, always you. I’m gonna swing by after, make sure I look extra pretty for you. Maybe I’ll even wear this dress, let you fuck me in it, tear it off if you want. I don’t care. I just need your cock, your load, your dominance. I’m your little slut, remember? Always ready, always willing.

Living Room Tease: The Bookshelf Encounter

The bookshelves behind me are just a blur. I’m focused on you, on the promise of your cock. I want to suck you off, make you come so hard you see stars. I want to feel your cum down my throat, taste your power. That’s what I live for, what I crave. My husband? He’s just a means to an end. A cuckold, a patsy, a fool. But you, you’re my everything. And I’m gonna make sure you know it, feel it, own it. I’m yours, completely and utterly. Always.