My husband is such a stud. He's tall and sexy and handsome and all the women love him.
I love the attention he gets. I love to know that my man is so desirable, but that I'm the one he comes home to every night.
It really turns me on hearing about the hot little sluts he's been banging, what they were wearing, how they liked to be fucked, every last detail.
It gets me really wet.
I especially love it when he comes home smelling of pussy. Nothing turns me on more than tasting another woman's juices on his lips as I kiss him. Knowing that my big strong man has been out there in the world, taking what he wants and then coming home to sexy wifey really gets me going.
I always kiss him when he comes in but he knows I'll kiss him with extra passion if I taste another woman on his lips.
"What was her name?" I'll ask him.
"Belinda."
"Belinda? She sounds like a slut."
"Oh, she was. She was checking me out as soon as I walked into the bar. Really short skirt, low cut top."
I laugh at him gently, "You never could resist a bit of cleavage could you?"
I'm kissing him as we talk, running my hands over his body like I haven't seen him for weeks, even though we made love just last night. But he's been with another woman since then, so I need to reclaim him as mine.
"Did she have big tits?"
"Oh yes. Big and round and firm."
My husband loves big tits. All real men do.
Mine are nice and big for him, big and juicy just like he likes. I like to wear low cut tops for him, with my tits practically popping out. I know that gets him going.
I sometimes get a little bit jealous if a girl he's with has bigger tits than me. It doesn't happen often but it does happen.
But really I like it. I like thats he's a proper man who likes proper women. When we watch porn together, I hate watching seeing some boyish, flat chested woman get her freak on. And I know he does too.