Red Seriously?

You sat at your desk, alone in your bedroom. The laptop screen glowed before you, a new video loaded and ready to play. Your husband had left it for you, along with a note - "Are you team Red?" With a sigh, you pressed play. The scene that unfolded made you raise an eyebrow. A penis comparison video, as the note had hinted at. Two men stood side by side, both wearing tight shorts that left little to the imagination. One wore red, the other blue. As the camera zoomed in, you had to admit that both men were quite well-endowed. The red guy was nothing special. Average length, girthy but unremarkable. He could have been any man off the street. But the blue shirt guy... wow. He was packing some serious heat. Long, thick, and mouth-wateringly gorgeous. The kind of cock that made you want to drop to your knees in worship. There was simply no comparison. Your husband had cast himself as the red shirt guy in his note. How typical. Always trying to make himself feel better about his below average equipment. But one look at the blue god next to him, and it was clear he didn't stand a chance. You pondered the question as you watched, idly running a hand over your huge tits. Team Red? Please. Not when a prime piece of man-meat like that was on offer. You began to write out the story, casting yourself as the sexy MILF with a serious craving for some real cock. In the tale, you would flirt shamelessly with the blue stud, rubbing up against him, licking my plump lips as I ogled his perfect dick. All while red shirt watched helplessly, his little pecker shriveling up in embarrassment. Page after page you wrote, describing in lush detail how you would worship that huge cock. Licking, sucking, stroking, fucking. You'd make the blue guy pump load after load deep into your hot, tight cunt. Red could only watch and jerk his pathetic dick, knowing he could never satisfy you like a real man could. By the time you finished, you were dripping wet, aching for a nice thick cock to split your pussy open. Too bad your husband didn't have one to give you. You smirked, knowing how much this story would **** him when he read it. He'd never be able to measure up to your fictional blue stud. With a final flourish, you ended the story and saved it to your shared sex drive. Then you leaned back in your chair, opened your legs, and used your fingers to diddle your aching clit, imagining your husband's cock was the size of a pinky finger, while the blue god's monster shaft stretched you out so good...