My husband thinks (Dickhead) that once a week vanilla sex is going bro be enough to satisfy a cock hungry babe like me.
He honestly and genuinely believes I married him for his sexual prowess (What a wanker) When in actual fact, it's because of his father's benevolence towards me, not only in money, but also his massive cock.
John funds my lifestyle, paying me for work I never do, then fucking me nearly every day with his gigantic penis.
John's genes must have stopped at height with his son, because his son ain't got his looks, his insatiable hunger for sex, and most importantly his nine and half inch cock.
You know the rest. Why I'm married to John's son, why I suffer his once a week attempts at fucking me with his five inch good for nothing puny dick. It's because in our town, there was but one choice for a money and cock loving gal like me, and that was fuck the richest guy.
He just so happens to be my husband's father, who screws me every god damn chance he gets.