I am a cuckold phone sex queen. What can I say? I’m a married woman… not a dead one. My name’s Maisy, I’m in my fabulous 40s, I am sexy AF, and I’ve never been more confident, more sensual, or more insatiably curious. Don’t get me wrong—my husband is sweet. Predictable. Safe. Lots of boring words can describe him. But safe doesn’t exactly make me tremble with anticipation. That’s why I don’t hide the fact that I enjoy fucking around. I’m a woman who knows what she wants, and if a little bit of fun turns into something a bit more wicked, well, I never said I was the faithful type. I tried, briefly. But it didn’t work for me. I flirt shamelessly, I wear what I want, and I love the way younger men look at me, as if I’m some delicious fantasy they never expected to find in real life.x
I see the way their eyes follow me—the curves, the confidence, the secret behind my smile. I’ll lean in close, brush against them “accidentally, “whisper something they’ll be thinking about long after I’ve walked away. I like to keep them guessing… and craving. There’s a certain thrill in slipping away for a late lunch and ending up tangled in sheets that don’t belong to my husband. I moan louder when I know I shouldn’t, and something about being “off-limits” makes men want me more. And honestly? I love that. I love the chase, the teasing, the delicious risk. When I come home, I kiss my husband on the cheek like nothing happened—hair tousled, lips just slightly swollen. He’s never asked, and I never lie. I think, deep down, he knows. But that’s part of the fun. I’m Maisy, darling. Married, mature, and magnificently unfaithful, and a cuckold phone sex queen. And I don’t plan on stopping anytime soon.
