While Philip's not against fucking another man's wife -- or a woman's husband, truly -- he's of the mind that the boring sort of housewives he's seen plenty of in the area aren't quite what he's looking for. They'd be good to manipulate, to fuck around with until he got them good and hooked on who he was and what he offered, and then he'd probably be able to convince them to do just about anything for him.

But when it comes to true satisfaction, he can't imagine they'd be even half of what he wants.

"I feel satisfied to you?" he asks, pushing his free hand up under the material of Freddie's shirt, seeking the warmth of his skin. With a roll of his hips, he presses the length of his cock into Freddie's hand, driving himself against the heat of his grip. "Tell me, does that feel like a man who wants to just head home for a little nap?"