It was just hot and passionate. “Sorry baby, does that sting.”
I looked down at my dick, which was, by all intents and purposes, rather average. “I’m a slut who let other men fuck my married pussy.”
“Fuck, is that what you’d do?” I asked. “Do you like the thought of being forced to suck cock?”
“Yeah. Very slowly, I ran my hand up and down my shaft, jealousy and arousal pooling inside me in equal measure. He sidles up to me, dancing and pressing his crotch against me so I know he’s into me. I watched as she bit her lip. That obviously put a dent in our sex life. Need another wash, though,” I chuckled. Not sure if I can do that for real, though.”
“Yeah. But… I have an idea. He grabs my breast through my dress, kneading my tits a little too roughly, until it hurts. Seriously. So walk me through it, tell me what happens in this fantasy of yours?”
She moved on the bed, getting herself comfortable. “We’re trying for a baby, remember?
