I want your husband

God, I want to fuck your husband.

I can imagine it now, but its not the cock in my pussy that I'm thinking of, no, its the look on your face.

It's just that when I think about fucking your husband, it has nothing to do with him, and everything to do with you. Will it break your heart and leave you crying when you find out and does that crying heal you? Did he tell you in advance, and let it fuel your desperate fantasies as it turns you on? Will you sit on the edge of a chair (or try to hide in the closet) watching like the desperate slut you are? I don't think you are worthy of kissing my feet, but you really should thank me for actually pleasing your husband for once.

Oh, don't get me wrong, I'm sure he loves you. He loves you in the way he loves the same old breakfast he eats everyday and the house he lives in. You're safe and comfortable - boring.

I am the dinner you splurge on, the night out you've been thinking about for months. I'm the vacation you remember forever.

I lurked online to find you, a nice easy victim. I see your face and God I'm almost dripping wet already, and I haven't even seen your husband.