Five Years Later
My wife is still horny as hell. More so than ever.
And that makes me the luckiest man on planet earth.
I'm positive that I've done nothing in my life to deserve her, so now I spend every day trying to become worthy. Worthy of her running breathlessly into my office two or three times a day, needing her p***y serviced. Sometimes her need has spiked so dramatically, she comes after one thrust, screaming her relief, liquid pleasure coasting down the globes of her buttocks and pooling on my desk.
Hell, maybe it is an affliction. Maybe it is unusual for a woman to be in heat as often as Julia. But it will be a cold day in hell before she takes a cure that isn't my c**k.
I check the clock on my computer now, a muscle ticking in my cheek.
She's gone into town to buy a fresh
