Cheating wife phone sex is my way of life now. How did it happen, you ask? Take a look at my hotness, and you might figure it out yourself. Flirting has always been my second nature, like breathing—effortless, instinctual, and impossible to stop. I know the rules, the lines I’m supposed to stay inside, but I’ve never been too concerned with appearances. Not when there’s so much big thick dick out there waiting for me. My husband stopped paying attention years ago, too distracted by work, comfort, and the dull predictability of a life built on routine. But? I crave a good hard, long fuck every chance I get, and fuck the consequences. I need that slow burn of stolen moments, the thrill of hands brushing just a little too long, of whispered promises, we both know I’ll make good on. And, of course, all the pleasure that comes with it.
I don’t hide it, not really. I let my lipstick stain the rim of a glass as I lock eyes with someone new. I let my fingers play at the hem of my dress when I know someone is watching. I like to be watched. Adored. Desired. It reminds me I’m still alive, still dangerous, still capable of making a man forget everything but me. My husband used to look at me like that once. Now, someone else does. They won’t just look, though; they will touch. And tomorrow, maybe someone else again. I don’t feel guilty. Why should I? I’m not meant to be caged, to be taken for granted. I was born for passion, for electricity crackling between two bodies, for the sharp inhale of a man realizing I’m not just teasing—I’m offering. And I always deliver. There’s nothing sweeter than knowing I’ll be on his mind long after I’ve gone, lipstick smeared, skin flushed, leaving behind only the scent of my pussy all over him. Let my husband suspect. Let the world whisper. I don’t belong to anyone. I never really have; that is why I am all about cheating wife phone sex.
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