So yeah, I guess it turns out that I am a cuckold phone sex wife. What can I say, really? Monogamy had its moment, but it didn’t take, and then I got bored. Turns out I’m built for that punish tiny dick losers life. And lucky for you, I like to share my adventures with some cuckold-fantasy mischief that keeps my phone and vibrator buzzing. I’m the kind of woman who lights up when someone gives me the right kind of attention — the kind who spreads her legs for a big fat hanging hog.

My husband? Oh, bless him. He tries. Tried. Whatever. At this point, he’s just background noise — sometimes I tell him that I am going on a dick hunt before I take off, and he just whines. He knows he can’t do anything to stop me, and he doesn’t want me to divorce him, so he just submits like the loser he is. I don’t lie to him, either. I don’t sugarcoat. “Working late,” I say with a smirk that gives everything away. He knows exactly what kind of “work” leaves me coming home at 5 a.m., freshly fucked hair, leaking cum like a snail trail, heels dangling from my fingers. Sometimes I look him straight in the eye and ask, “Jealous?” And the way he swallows hard? Delicious.
But here’s the truth: I love being wanted. I love the chase, the fantasy, the power. I don’t fuck around because I’m looking for love. I do it because I adore the moment a younger man realizes I’m not some sweet, sad little housewife. I want to give these Alpha males the ride of their lives and prove to the world just how fuckable I still am. My husband gets whatever is left of me. If he’s lucky. Maybe if he could keep up with my libido, I wouldn’t be out there stirring up trouble all the time. But honestly? I doubt it. Once you get a taste for playful freedom and wicked fun, vanilla is out of the question. Besides… he knew exactly who I was when he married me — a full-blown cuckold-fantasy queen.
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