My husband has this ongoing joke between us that I fucked his *cousin after my husband fell asleep on New Years. The longer it’s gone on, the more I want it to come true. He thinks it’s hilarious to talk about making an Eifel Tower…
We live in our campervan but *Dylan comes and hangs out in it with us sometimes. His smell lingers when he leaves and I get so turned on.. I’ve rubbed myself to this fantasy so many times..
I want him to come hang out and be drinking a bit like we do. I’m sure eventually my husband would make a joke about me fucking Dylan.. I want to see his reaction. I know he’d be nervous, but I can tell he’d be into it. Eventually my husband gets Dylan in on the spit roasting jokes and we’re all laughing, somewhat nervously. Then my husband grabs and rubs my thing, “that would be too much for you huh baby?”.