It’s late at night as I lay in bed unable to sleep.
My husband is out, probably looking for a pretty little mouth to stick his cock in. But he’s not who I’m thinking of. It’s been months since I’ve been under you, but you sent me a message asking me to sneak out and I know you want me. I wish I could answer your beckon call, but the children are too young to be left alone. But ever since seeing your message I’ve felt a longing that I know won’t be satisfied easily. If I’m good wife, I’ll stay home. My husband will make me forget about this feeling in a day or two, but he’s not here and I can’t go to you.