Cuckold

 Men often come on to you, attracted to your vitality, your vivaciousness and your physical magnetism. I love it when you come home and tell me about a man who has tried to pierce the strength of your fidelity. He, like all the rest, uses an ancestry of innuendoes, thousands of years old, millions of attempts dry and you roll your eyes at how droll they are. I imagine what he sees in you, that spark of attraction and lust that draws them in to you. I see you with their eyes and couldn't agree more. I see the woman you are, walking into the room, radiating sexuality and heat. You become a quantum possibility to them, a route towards gratification as deep as the vessel of their bodies. I want you just the same, but I have the grace of your favour and this is my eternal advantage. When I have you in our conjugal bed, I feel like I am stealing the experience from him, which heightens the arousal for me. I take that part of his life and make it mine. I take what he tried to steal away from me, and make you completely mine. I am no longer the cuckold. He is. Our orgasms are his punishment for trying. I steal his dream with all the voraciousness that he'd had in reserve. All possibilities are mine, all opportunities are mine. This is me, thanking him for the inspiration.