You're practically drooling over me already, at your place by my feet on the ground. I'm wearing black lace-topped thigh-high back-seamed stockings for my lover today, and you're entranced. Not just by my legs, but in knowing that tonight you'll be asked to get my lover's cock hard while we're out at a bar, dining on your credit card. You'll also follow us home, where I'll have great sex with my hot, young stud in our marriage bed as you watch. I so enjoy humiliating you, pushing your boundaries and limits when it comes to fucking other guys instead of you. You aren't even allowed to rest in our bed or touch me anymore. Strangely enough, you aren't sad about it, you're happy for me, and aroused about my hook-ups with hot guys. I touch my stockings and long legs as I tell you about tonight's plans, and you jerk your cock, always keeping it far, far away from me. Perhaps next time I'll dress you in stockings that match mine