She waddles around in grease-stained sweats, nagging about laundry and bills… and still thinks she’s a wife. Still thinks she’s loved. But you know better. You’re here with your cock in your hand, stroking to the woman who actually makes it twitch. Every stroke is a slap to her sagging, boring ego. Every leak is proof that her dried-up cunt has been replaced. You're not fantasizing about your wife anymore—you're humiliating her by craving everything she's not. And you're going to do it again tomorrow.