I would like you to think back to what sex was like with your wife before you found me.  Likely, you weren’t having any memorable sex to even recall, and more than likely, you can’t even remember the last time your cock slid inside her pussy.

We met because things had become nonexistent in the bedroom. There was a time when the two of you used to fuck like bunnies, and looked forward to every chance you had to sneak away and be alone. Shortly thereafter, however, it became less frequent, and when it did happen, it was something she gave into because she was tired of hearing you bitch about not getting any, or because she felt like it was her once a month duty.

Sex is sex.  The final few seconds of it are fantastic no matter which hole you choose to snuggle your cock into. That final thrust summons the load from your balls; it then shoots through your shaft and spews out of your head into a glorious orgasm. But once sex became just another thing you had to beg for, it chipped away at your desire and began to erode your manhood.

Sex with me is anything but boring!  Every time we are together you experience pure ecstasy. This derives from a culmination of things. It’s not only your climax, but the anticipation of hearing my sultry voice driving you to the brink and back during the process. You get excited and have pep in your step just knowing later that night you’re going to be with me.

Once I’m in your presence, you feel exhilarated, like everything is right in the world again. Those final few seconds are beyond compare, but the lead up to the crescendo feels so fucking good that sometimes you prolong it, wishing it could last forever. (Was sex with your wife ever this phenomenal?)

I meet you in your guest bedroom upstairs and your cock (my cock) is already twitching. Because your heads (yes, both of them) know that once I take control, all the pleasures of the world will be sublimely felt.  It’s just you and me in those moments, babe.

No one else matters (I so love us), the stresses of life go away, and only sexual bliss is on your mind. I lay down on top of you, pressing your erection up against me, and my lips meet yours. We embrace passionately in a kiss that makes you glad you are alive.

My tits feel soft against your chest. You could take me hard and cum within seconds, but you so very much want to elongate the pleasure we give to one another. Soon, your cock is dictating things (drum roll, please) and you tell me you’re close. Don’t worry, babe. I’m close too, I exclaim!  I spread my legs apart, grab your cock and guide it into my wet pussy. The sound of my moaning as I ride you sends you over the edge. Soon you ejaculate inside of me and my body swallows what feels like an entire pint of your cum.

There’s nothing like the real thing, baby, and I’m the real excitement in your sex life. I resurrected feelings within you that you haven’t experienced since you were hot for your wife all those years (and pounds) ago.

My gorgeous tits, my silky voice, my expertise in knowing exactly how to get you off, and my authentic desire to be with you have all breathed new life into your sexual world, and overall life in general.

You’ve shown me appreciation for what I do for you, and I’m grateful to you for all that you do, too. She, however, assumes your libido has died just because hers has been 6 feet under for a very long time.

You need me, my baby, and oddly enough, she does too.

I’ll always treat you like the man that you are, not just some dutiful companion.

You and I were fated to be clandestine lovers.