"So you finally found someone who can fuck you as good as me."

"well...."

"Go on. Compare."

"Well...."

"How is it different? How is it the same?"

"It's very similar. You're both about the same size..."

"That's not skill, that's a physical characteristic. Go on."

"And you're both really hard, but he's 51 and he was hard for three days and he fucked me five times. He works out."

"And I don't. I get that."

"When he took off his shirt the first time in Atlantic City..."

"Yes dear. Go on."

"Well even though he's six foot five..."

"Honey, he's six inches shorter than me, not four inches taller. You're going the wrong direction."

"Oh right. But he can lift me."

"Wow. I wish I could lift you."

"That last fuck this morning at 1 am it was like he was bench pressing me."

"Bench pressing you?"

"He had his arms out and all my weight was on his arms, and his feet were down and his knees were up and he was just bouncing me up and down with his hips totally supporting my weight on his arms so I was just being thrown up and down and up and down on his cock and I just kept coming and coming longer and harder than I have ever come from fucking."

"Uh huh."

"But you're better with your tongue and I have more of a mental connection with you."

"Uh huh."

"And hours of foreplay before that fuck and hours of foreplay before every one of the other four fucks. I mean after a performance like that I know I'm never going back to my husband."

"I love you."