We both know I’m so much hotter than your wife. I’m so much sexier than she is, so much more fun than she is. And when it’s just you and me, we have so much fun together. We do things of which your wife “doesn’t approve.” Haha; let her disapprove, that stick-in-the-mud prude.
You have more fun with me. You are able to be yourself with me. You belong to me, not her. You are *my* boy toy, my puppet. And I am your enabler. Worship my divine deviance.