Vacation with Goddess not HER

Description: Last night she saw you leaving, suitcase in one hand, passport in the other, however, you didn’t mention any work-related trips, she didn’t prepare your bag for you like she normally would, confused and a little mad. she asks where you’re off too, you don’t even try to hide it anymore, you boldly look at your hag of a wife and tell her you’re off to spend a long weekend, on a tropical island with goddess b. she knows exactly who i am, she hates, and i can understand why, the more she despises me, the deep you fall in love with me. you no longer fuck her, touch her, you barely even speak to her. you completely and totally stay committed to goddess b, not your wedding vows, fuck her only goddess b. now she is relentlessly calling the resort, your phone, crying and whining because you keep sending her pictures of my incredible body and selfies of us together. you’d much rather hump your hand for the rest of your life to goddess brandon’s cruel masturbation encouragement and control, over that nasty old musky puss of yours any day of the week. don’t worry wifey, he’ll be home in time for you to wash his laundry and empty his bags, you may even still get a whiff of me on his clothes. lucky you.