When I hide and watch my husband make love to another woman, I can almost forget who I am and what I’ve done. Tonight he’s with the tall girl, the one who wears flowers in her hair and too much red lipstick. He calls her baby girl, I think because he can’t remember her real name.
I’m watching baby girl suck my husband’s cock. This should bother me, but mostly it turns me on. I watch. I can’t not watch. She’s kneeling only five feet away from my hiding place inside the walls, and I can see every vein that stands out on my husband’s cock. She sleeps in my bed sometimes. She brings him sex toys and plays games with him and I don’t care. She’s almost precious.
