My Husband Suspects something

I think my husband suspects something. He has been starting to ask probing questions. He wonders where I’m going or what I’m doing on a given night. He makes comments about the way I’m dressed when I go out. He’s been overly sweet to me. Out of nowhere he’s buying me flowers, bringing me breakfast in bed. It’s too late. I’m a ruined woman. I’m naughty now. I crave dirty, raunchy, nasty sex with strangers in sordid hotel rooms. Besides, I don’t believe him. If he meant it he would give me this kind of attention when I was good. If he had I might never have taken the trip down the dark path that I have taken. But now, see, now I have you. All of those things I used to go to my husband for, I now cum – er – come to you for. You make me feel special. You make me feel wanted. You make me feel like a natural woman and there’s something to be said for that. That’s why I’m addicted. That’s why I keep coming back for more. It’s all because of you. I’m here for you. Because you let me know that I’m just the MILF you’ve been waiting for. Because these full breasts and these river hips and this mouth are just what you’ve waiting for. Because I know this I can never just go back to the way things were before. The cat’s out of the bag, the sin is out of the box…so to speak. Do you think that makes me bad? Of course you do. That’s how you like me. That’s not the right question is it? Does it make you respect me less? Is that what you want, too? You don’t want to respect me. You want to have your way with me. Well, do it. Call me. Have your way with me. Make me your slut.

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