I love being a cucked wife.
And I loooove recalling the times he fucked another woman with him. He gets so excited. So riled up remembering her. The other night, he moaned her name while we were fucking and I came right then and there.
But enough about me.
With the teeny bopper fucktoy now miles away, we’re getting creative.
As stated before, we’ll be reaching out and looking for new girls for husband.
The twist this time is that I want to see how long he can “hide” it from me before I figure it out. The second I suspect, I call him on it, and he confesses everything, and provides pictures, video, and play by play of his new fuck friend.
But I wont call it at first.
Noooo no no no.
I want to hear the innocence feigned in his voice when he says “Oh, I’m just at the store getting a few things.” when I call to find out why he’s late.
Maybe he’s at the store. Maybe at that very moment, some strange woman’s lips are wrapped around him and his fingers are in her hair and maybe, juuust maybe, he’s about to cum down her throat.
Maybe as he hangs up with me, the girl shakes her pretty head at what an idiot his wife must be before she mounts and rides him like the last horse out of town.
Maybe I’ll let it go on for months. I’ll ignore the condom wrapper in the car. I’ll pretend I dont notice his cock already tastes like pussy.
And every time, I’ll rub myself raw at the thought of whatever delicious things he may be doing to some tight, young body.
In the end, he gets to fuck a parade of pretty girls, a bunch of college freshmen get the confidence boost of being the woman a sexy married man would rather stuff with his cock than his wife, and I get to curl into a ball and get off till I pass out.
Win, win, win.
