Sometimes I wonder if my husband realizes how many times I've fantasized about other men while he's fucking me. The way their cocks would feel instead of his, how different their cum would taste. It's not about him - it's about the power of knowing I could have any man I want, yet I'm trapped in this marriage bed. The thrill of imagining another man's hands on my tits, his mouth on my pussy, while my husband thinks he's satisfying me... that's the real pleasure.