Thursday, October 25, 2018

Play Time

Your wife has always been willing in the long as it was lights out, missionary position, plain, vanilla sex. A sort of "close her eyes and thing of England" view of intimate relations.

But that doesn't mean she doesn't like sex. To the contrary, she loves it.

With a man.

Ask him. Her man.

Ask him what she does for him.

The answer? Whatever she thinks he wants, whatever she thinks will turn him on, whatever he orders her to do.

With him, sex isn't an obligation, it's the raison d'ĂȘtre.

So there she is, in his bedroom on a Saturday night while you're home waiting.

There she is, in lingerie, on her hands and knees, legs spread, presenting herself to him.

Wet. Soaked. Begging. First with her eyes, then with her words.

"Fuck me, I'm yours," she says, over and over, until he does.

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