A Horny Walter Mitty

A Horny Walter Mitty Her plunging neckline drove him to want to sink his face deeply between her bulging firm breasts, but his wife would never let him. She kept him from living the lifestyle that he always fantasized about. Unfortunately, his wife was extremely devout and built with a very stout form. She was always the bread winner of their household. If she wasn't, he'd find himself between the slender thighs of many buxom brunette beauties. He once got laid by a sultry red headed, french maid while zoning out during rush hour to his wife's prison tower. This poor man had absolutely no power or manly backbone. He crawls home every night like a baby coward. Maybe one day she'll die or he'll nerve up and leave her. Until then, he'll have to dream of a team of Russian blonde bombshells, scantily clad to serve him vodka shots on their tanned and toned bodies before dinner. He smiles a devilish grin, for he secretly enjoys being a sexy sinner. He is pleasantly pleased and well satisfied to be the sole winner of his own household.