You know I love you. You also know I need a bigger cock. Regularly. Not occasionally. Not as a treat. Regularly.

I don't have to tell you that you have a tiny dick. Oh... you like that though don't you. I think you love that about yourself. Okay then... you have a tiny dick, my sweet husband. I always knew it wouldn't be enough. And I always knew that you knew it too. The first time I slid my body onto it and giggled. The way you got so hard just from the feeling of my skin against it. The way it slipped right out of my pussy like it didn't belong there.

Lucky for you I'd already fallen in love with you by then. Everything else about you was perfect. Still is. And honestly? Even if you were bigger, I'd still want more. I wasn't lying when I told you I cheated on every boyfriend I ever had. Every single one.

I never had to cheat on you though. With you I can openly take all the cock my body wants, craves, and deserves. No sneaking. No lying. Just taking what I need.

Thick and heavy.

The kind that makes my eyes water and my mascara run when I take it in my mouth. When I choke on it trying to pull it deep into my throat. It's not fair you'll never know what that feels like, to be that deep in me, but I still like your little dick in my mouth sometimes. I do. Just so you know your place.

Big cock stretches me open in a way that feels like an invasion. Like he's taking something. I love when a dominant man pushes inside me slowly, watching my face, knowing exactly what he's doing to my body. The orgasms are different. Harder. Deeper. The kind that make me lose track of where I am. The kind that make my whole body shake and my pussy drip in wetness.

I love your little dick rubbing on my clit. I do, that part is only ours.

But big cock dominates me. Makes me wet and desperate and stupid for it, the kind of drunk where I'd fuck anything put in front of me. I love the variety of men. I love the connections, the chemistry, having a boyfriend on the side who knows my body the way a man knows a woman he's been fucking for years.

And still, underneath all of that, I'm just a slut who loves cock. Your slut. Theirs for the night. Both things true at the same time.

I love that you know I need it. That you know you can't satisfy me alone. That we both understand our marriage needs other men in it to keep us both exactly where we want to be.

That's not a flaw in what we have.