My darling husband. How encouraged I’ve been by your enthusiasm for my cheating… First at our wedding, being filled by your favourite groomsman the same day we tied the knot. It thrilled me so, to see the rise in your crotch as I told you the dirty details. But I have something to tell you.. A secret now probably known by all the staff at our resort in Hawaii. A secret everybody on our honeymoon knew but you. How well do you remember the trip we took to celebrate our love? Our eternal bond? Remember how you wanted to watch the game? You couldn’t possibly miss it. And what’s a girl to do? Bored in a tropical place. Surrounded by shirtless, glistening hunks? How fit they were.. and how inspired I was by their athletic bodies.. so different to yours. So weak.. so lacking in definition and masculine features. It leaves me unfulfilled and wanting. So.. with your credit card I booked a yoga class. You wanted me to relax, didn’t you? I’d already seen the woman in the next room over working out with the instructor, how he held her hips and stretched her body.. I knew I had to have him. Your obsession with football allowed me the perfect opportunity. He arrived at the hotel room, I told him I wanted to work-out in private and I’d already laid out my mat and squeezed my perfect ass into some tight yoga pants. He noticed my ‘fuck me’ eyes right away. I knew we didn’t have long. I grabbed him and pulled him close to me by his waistband, running my hands over his godly abs. God, I was already drooling at the thought of the huge cock I could feel pressing against me. I knew immediately that it was so much bigger than your excuse for a dick. You don’t think you’ll ever be able to please me with that little thing, do you? I can see you getting hard already, and I haven’t even started.