The touch of your lips on the back of my neck as you wrap your arms around me to hold me.  Your hot breath against my breast as you lay your head there sleeping at night.  The sharp smack on my ass as you pass by me in the hall.  All of those moments are what makes me love you so much.  Your desire to be intimate with me in every way.

Then of course you go home to “her”.  I guess the nice term for her is “your wife”.  I know I shouldn’t dislike her, she hasn’t  done anything to me, in fact I am the one who is fucking her man.  However to know that another woman could leave a man as good as you feeling unsatisfied and feeling emotionally empty makes me hate her.

Every one tells me that you just tell me those things, that the reality is that you love your wife and just want your cake and to eat it too.  I know that isn’t the truth though.  I can feel how empty and unsatisfied by the urgency and desire you cum to me with.  When you kiss me its as if you are starved, needing more and more.  When your slide your cock inside of me its as if your whole body is coming home to where you belong.  Familiar and comfortable with a passionate urgency.

That type of urgency doesn’t come from a man who is being satisfied else where.  That type of need doesn’t cum from a man who is happy at home.  That is why I make it my personal job to keep you satisfied.  To give you the attention your mind, soul and body need.  To drain your balls each and every time I see you.  When you go home to your wife I want you to not have an ounce of strength left, to be satisfied and fulfilled in every way.