It’s not uncommon for an outed hotwife to be routinely accus..

It’s not uncommon for an outed hotwife to be routinely accused of selfishness. The format of the critique naturally goes as follows: “How can you be so selfish as to put your basest human urges over your husband and family?” To be honest, the criticism is not entirely unfair. I am absolutely prioritizing a very basic need – that much is true. But I would counter that the basis for it is anything but selfish. Where my husband’s concerned, my “selfishness” is his absolute fantasy – believe it or not – so end of discussion with respect to that. Check and mate. But let’s take one second to stop and think about this in terms of the service that I’m providing. “Service to whom?” you ask. To my bulls, of course, as well as to society at large. And before you reflexively dismiss this assertion as a joke, at least hear me out. Part of being a hotwife is enjoying intimacy with others who share a similar libido. Let’s face facts – women and men simply mature differently in that respect. And has Scott’s sex drive has begun to flag somewhat in the last several years, mine has amped itself up in a way that I never even remotely anticipated. I honestly feel like I could spend a long holiday weekend doing absolutely nothing but spreading my legs for one or more sexy bulls and still be left needing more. So, to counter this imbalance, I’ve obviously resorted to taking lovers. And in turn, it’s actually increased my husband’s libido in the process. It turns out that men get turned on by competition. Who the fuck knew? So there’s that. But when you take this line of thinking down to the nitty gritty, the real benefit is to society at large. Because there’s nothing more detrimental to the fabric of a nation than having its gorgeous y0ung studs go unsatisfied. Blue balls, as the saying goes, is the first step toward radicalization. And we definitely could use a little less “radical” in the United States today, wouldn’t you agree? So how do I help out in that respect? By nipping the problem right in the bud, of course. I literally have the power to take away a y0ung alpha’s aggression simply by giving him access to the one thing he needs almost as much as oxygen. Which, for he slower among you, is obviously a tight, warm pussy to lovingly milk his huge balls of all of their pent up reproductive anxiety. And yeah, I might take a bit of a pounding in the process. At the end of our animalistic copulating, it’s certainly not uncommon for my hair to be twisted in knots from the pulling, my ass to be beet red from the spanks designed to show me exactly who’s in charge (it’s certainly not me!), and my mascara to be all over my pretty faces from the periodic gagg!ng on my bull’s massive cock. And let’s not forget my pussy. Sometimes it’s so stretched and tender afterward that all it can take for several days are gentle lickings from Scott’s sexy and oh-so talented mouth. But even so, these are the types of sacrifices that the two of willing to make for the greater good. And when my bull savagely grips me by the soft round ass that I have perched up high just for him and begins to pump his huge viriIe load directly into my unprotected w0mb, I can feel confident that I’ve done my part for the good ol’ U.S. of A. So yes. You’re all very welcome.