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There you are, waiting for me to come home. You were up all night, thinking about me with HIM, impaled on his huge cock, arching my back and orgasming over and over, making noises I've never made with you. In fact, IF I cum with you at all (IF I let you fuck me at all), it's once (and you're not sure I'm not faking it). Not this long, ongoing, multiple orgasm HE gives me.

Maybe I'll let you clean me up. Or maybe I'll let you lose your little dick in my stretched pussy, still full of HIS copious cream (never mind that I can't feel you in there). Or maybe I won't. Maybe the best you'll get is burying your face in my panties in the laundry after I change and go to bed.

Or maybe we have a great sex life, and you have full confidence in the size of your cock, but there's just something about the thought of my pleasure with another man that digs deeply into you in a way you can't quite explain--and hearing me tell you about it over coffee and breakfast is the highlight of your day. Maybe your week. Even your month!

You can't wait for me to tell you about it. Every detail. Or maybe I took a few pictures or even a little video! All you know is that you get crazy hard just thinking about it.

Sometimes you like to watch. To you, watching me getting fucked anywhere and everywhere is like watching your own exclusive, high end porn show. You aren't the pink panty cuckold. No. I especially love seeing you in our most comfortable chair dressed for the occasion, your favorite drink (in our best crystal) in your hand. When you are ready, you unzip your pants and bring out your hard cock to stroke slowly, savoring every sight, sound, and sensation.