Punishment for a Cheating Wife Phonesex

“Wow,” she said simperingly. “So this how the other half lives?” Her name was Lydia this little blonde with big fake tits, too tight top stretched across nipples hard like little buttons you could see through its cheap sheer fabric, too much pink lip gloss we picked up at the bar at my husband’s request. She was sauntering around our penthouse taking in every inch, plotting no doubt on method to land herself rich husband. “Oh God I just love this couch,” her fingers now stroking the fine black leather. “You decorate this yourself”.

She directed question my way but not waiting for answer she turned attention towards antique lamp I bought two winters ago in Brussels. Silly little blonde girls they are all the same. Attention span of a gnat.

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