LAWN BOY OR CUCK LOSER?

Yardwork has a whole new meaning during cuckold humiliation phonesex.

 

The possibilities for degrading you during our cuckold humiliation phonesex call are endless. Yes, never-ending — much like your summertime “Honey Do List.” Your cold-weather closet cuck lifestyle is over. You DID spend the last 6 months watching BBC hotwife porn, remember? And it WAS you who suggested, then BEGGED me to let you hire that black male escort to “celebrate” our wedding anniversary. You know, that thing I didn’t want to do at first but you promised would “spice up” our sexless bedroom? Well, it certainly did that — but now, it’s you who is more sexless than ever!

Cuckold humiliation phonesex is the ultimate reminder to “be careful what you wish for.”

I eventually relented to your cuckold-crazed clamoring, and guess what happened? I finally had an orgasm! And I finally enjoyed having my sexual needs met with a REAL man. So much so did I enjoy this inaugural breaking of our marriage vows that, well, I realized I don’t need to pretend anymore. Pretend with you, I mean. It’s only been a few months since that first huge cock you paid for, but so much has changed. And now that spring has turned to summer, the frequent lawn mowing must begin.

 

During our cuckold humiliation phonesex call, I’ll have you imagine that I am inside, air-conditioned and content as you begin your outdoor chores. And yes, with me this hot afternoon is my well-endowed, younger lover. He’s everything you are not: suave, attractive, sensual, macho, and basically virility incarnate. He could easily get the mower to start with one swift, strong pull from his herculean arms. But he’s not going to be pulling anything. And he’s not going to be pulling out of anything, either. While I play with my wedding ring, I’ll ask: “You understand, right honey?”

You’re going to be doing a different kind of “edging” during our cuckold humiliation phonesex roleplay.

Not only will you mow, but you will EDGE the lawn as well. If our entire yard isn’t meticulously manicured whenever I emerge from my midday making love marathon, you’re going to be in BIG trouble. Not as big as my boyfriend’s cock, of course. There’s NOTHING quite as large as that, wouldn’t you agree? Ha ha. Oh, and the HOA newsletter this month contained a reminder to make sure the trash and recycling bins are NOT visible from the road. You did read that, yes? If you don’t attend to that, perhaps it’s time for some trash fetish disposal play. Putting YOU in the garbage can should resolve that problem (and so many more) once and for all!

Maybe it’s because I’m midwestern, but I believe yard work — when done properly and piously — can be a kind of “spiritual maintenance.” You will inevitably CUM to see this during our cuckold humiliation phonesex call, no matter how many hours I make you toil in the hot sun with no breaks. And if you’re still struggling with this realization or TOTAL acceptance, I’ll shower you with brutal, unrelenting verbal abuse phone sex. What are you waiting for, idiot? Pick up the phone and call me now, before the HOA does!

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