You’re looking way too eager, hubby, a little too eager if i’m honest. when our special date nights began, they were all about me—my pleasure, my happiness, my orgasms. your role was to be helpful, supportive, and useful, but you’ve taken usefulness to a greedy extreme. at first, i only had average white men come over so you wouldn’t feel too insecure, but as our date nights went on, your openness to new things grew too. bigger things. more colorful things. before long, i was getting my tight white pussy stuffed multiple nights a week, every hole used in fact, and not only did you grow hooked on the sound of my pleasure, my deep moans of lust, and my screaming orgasms as i squirted again and again, you also got addicted to being my fluffer. i couldn’t possibly keep all those cocks hard while they waited their turn, so naturally you stepped in and started handling that job before they were called in to fill me up. i noticed how eager you were to fluff, how the cocks seemed to get bigger and bigger and blacker too. i also noticed you becoming more interested in sucking cock yourself than paying attention to what i was doing at all. tsk, tsk, hubby. how selfish. i think it’s time we rein things in. you need some time to relax, unwind, and remember what our special date nights are really for: me. i think chastity is the right answer for now. let’s cage you up and get you ready before the boys arrive. you’ll still be fluffing, but you won’t be so distracted.