The couple lay in their marital bed, the sheets tangled around their aging bodies. They were both 45, but their bodies told a different story. His was soft and flabby, while hers was still firm and toned. They began their love-making session in the missionary position, a familiar routine that had grown stale over the years.
As he entered her, he couldn't help but ask, "Did you enjoy your little tryst with the 18-year-old?"
She looked up at him, her eyes sparkling with a mischievous glint. "Yes, I did."
He felt a twinge of jealousy, but it was quickly replaced by arousal as she continued. "He was so... eager. So passionate."
He thrust into her harder, trying to prove himself. "But was he better than me?"
She smiled, her lips curling up in a cruel twist. "Oh, yes. He was much better."
He stopped, his arousal waning. "What do you mean?"
She wrapped her legs around him, pulling him back in. "He didn't need his hands to enter me. He was so... confident."
He felt a surge of humiliation, but it only served to make him harder. "And what about technique?"
She moaned as he thrust into her again. "He had better technique. He knew exactly how to touch me, how to make me scream."
He reached down, trying to touch her in the way he knew she liked. But she pushed his hand away. "No, that's not how he did it."
He felt a wave of inadequacy wash over him. "What about... size?"
She laughed, a cruel sound that echoed in the room. "He was bigger. Much bigger."
He groaned, his arousal at its peak. "And what about... smell?"
She inhaled deeply, her nose buried in his neck. "He smelled good. You... don't."
He reached his climax, filling her with his semen. She looked up at him, her eyes softening. "But I still love you."
He pulled out of her, feeling more humiliated than ever. But he couldn't help but ask one more question. "And what about his body?"
She traced a finger down his flabby stomach. "He was strong, toned. He had a six-pack."
He looked down at his beer belly, feeling the weight of his inadequacy. "And what about mine?"
She smiled, her eyes sparkling with mischief again. "It's... cozy."
He couldn't help but laugh, despite the humiliation. She was always so direct, so controlling. But that was what he loved about her. She was strong, confident, and unafraid to speak her mind. Even if it meant humiliating him in the process.
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