Man

You look at yourself in the mirror and compare yourself to the strapping young stud your wife left you for. You're fairly well built but you just couldn't compete with the mammoth size dick of your ex's new lover.

"It's amazing he could fit that thing in his pants," you sigh as you recall how you came home from a hard day of work to find that little slut sucking away on her new stud's dick. "She never did that to me. She was a fucking selfish cunt when it came to my needs."

You remember how it use to be when you made love with her as newlyweds. How sweet her pert young nipples were in your mouth and how her long fingernails would claw your back as you slid deep inside her. You instantly get a massive woddy recalling all the good times and decide to take care of it.

"Who needs that fucking whore when I still have Rosie Palmer!" you laugh.

You unzip your pants and sit down on the bed. As you begin to stroke your dick a cool breeze blows though the room and suddenly the most beautiful woman you've ever seen is kneeling beside you. Her long golden hair cascades over a white gown. You could see the curves of her breasts and the shadow of her nipples as they press up aginst the white cotton fabric. She looks up at you with lucious berry red lips and eyes as blue as the summer sky.

You wonder if your dreaming as she licks those lucious lips and says, "You look as if you need help there sir. How can I be of assistance?"

She places her fingertips upon your balls and begins to stroke you. You gasp from the ice coldness of her touch but have to admit that it feels good to have a woman touch you again.

"Your wish is my desire, kind sir," she whispers, "I'll do anything you want."