We need to talk about the way your friends have been acting toward me. I don’t know what you’ve been telling them, but they seem to think it’s okay to touch me in ways only my husband should. It’s not just overly familiar anymore; it’s turning into a full grope-fest whenever they’re around. I don’t understand why you’re okay with them touching me when you’ve seen it yourself, but I think you should say something. Or do you like watching your friends touch me? I’ve noticed that when they get flirty and handsy, you try not to look, but I can tell you notice, and I’m starting to think having their hands all over me turns you on. It does, doesn’t it? I can tell by the bulge in your pants that I’m right. You filthy, dirty pervert. If you wanted me to start fucking your hot friends, you could have just asked. Only the hot ones, though, and the one with the big dicks. You know you’re on the smaller side, which is fine and I don’t mind, but if I’m going to do this for you, I want the full hotwife experience. Pull out your cock and stroke for me while I tell you my fantasy about how this is going to go.