Let Me See Your Ponytail Swing

We got married a couple years back and slipped right into that boring routine I always swore wouldn’t happen to me. I got soft around the middle. She comes home wiped out and just cracks a book open. Still, there’s comfort in rolling over every night next to someone warm. Our fuck sessions run on autopilot now—same moves, same finish. It gets the job done, but I want something dirty. Since I was a kid I’ve pictured her in a tiny cheer skirt, ponytail whipping around, no panties under there. Just those knee-high socks and that little bounce while she rides me like a pogo stick. Every time I spot a girl with a swinging ponytail my dick twitches. I keep it to myself because she’d laugh, but I know she’s got her own kinks she never says out loud either.