..”“You got us the avocados, too, didn’t you? Even if you did have to endure a grueling, nearly-impossible battle with a young man who liked toa...t to get them.”“And it was your idea to do tacos, Alaina. We might’ve had to eat leftover lobster mac and cheese otherwise!”“No, Laura, I already ate that.”“Mom, I was saving it!”“Sorry, sweetie, but your old mom’s gotta eat at work, and it was too good to leave sitting around getting moldy in the fridge like that.”“Food doesn’t go bad that fast!”“Why. My first thought was of the incident bathing. It brought a big smile to my face.Sometime during the night, Dawn had snuggled up to me and laid her head upon my shoulder. I carefully propped a pillow under her head, so as not to disturb her. I didn't want to wake the sleeping beauty. I stared at her for a very long time. Even her freckles were perfectly placed.Why do women always tell men not to look at them in the morning? In my experience, a woman will always turn away and try to hide her. My eyes are closed and my breathing becomes shallow, anticipation shuddering through my eager body. My hand reaches for the bedside table on the left, closing around a small tub and bringing it back to my body to twist the lid off. The muted scent of vanilla fills the air around me and I press one finger to the creamy body butter, scooping a small amount and rubbing it into the index finger of my left hand. Up and down, up I down, I rub my index finger, feeling it become slick with the body. I have never received that kind of attention to my cock from her. Her blowjobs, to me, are quick and ‘matter of fact,’ never longer than a few minutes. That’s fine, and humiliating. She doesn’t touch my short cock like his. I love it. I love the second side of my wife. The side that enjoys sex with someone who can satisfy her. I think I really am a cuckold. I would much rather watch, jack off, and clean cum, than fuck her. This time in particular, as I stood there rubbing myself like a.