I’m lying here, blindfolded, feeling his weight on me, his breath hot on my neck. I can’t see him, but I know it’s not my husband. His cock is bigger, thicker, and I’m already dripping just thinking about it. He’s teasing me, whispering in my ear, ‘You know who this is, don’t you?’ and I’m biting my lip, trying to hold back a moan. I can feel his cock pressing against me, and I’m aching for him to just fuck me already. I’m his slut, his plaything, and I’m loving every second of it. He’s going to make me beg, I know it, and I’m going to love every second of it.



