My wife’s lover showed up at our home. Apparently, he and my wife have a date, and I wasn’t included.
I should be upset, because usually whenever my wife has to do anything with her lover, I’m always included. But this time I knew nothing about their so-called date together.
My wife told me that they would be staying out late and for me not to wait up for her. She also told me not to call; if she needed anything, then she would be the one to call. I watched them walk towards his car and then drove off.
I couldn’t think straight for the rest of the day. All that echoed in my head was whatever amount of sex they would be having without me there to watch. It’s a grueling thing to do.
Say you are in my shoes, what would you do to take your mind off from wondering what your wife and her lover might be up to without you?
I would dress in my finest panties, bra, heels and dress and think about all of the satisfying sex that my wife is having while I jerk my little clit until I dribble my cum in my hand. I would then lick it up and keep jerking until either my wife came back home or I could no longer stand contact to my little clitty!
I would love to wonder what is going on and this happened not to long ago. I always want my to have fun and let loose and just have the time of her life. And since opening up our relationship I get to see what she craves.
Firstly I would wish that she put me in a cage before she left, yes I would hate it but the intensity would be fabulous to experience while the evening slowly went by. I would be in such angst that mix of loss combined with incredible arousal only a cuck can feel. I would try not to, but know I would do little else but imagine what they were up to. Again I would dread but deeply wish to hear the phone go and a call, or better still as I don't deserve that a message and/or a picture to fire up my mind with even greater visions of the dreaded reality being carried out between them. And that wish to be made to photograph my cage and send it so that she can show her lover what the competition is knowing just how amusing and dismissive of me he will inevitably be no doubt being fully aware of the pressure on him to do the business I in that pic show that I never could. Pressure yes but pressure I know he is more than capable of handling when we all know I can't. Thereafter I hopefully;ly play with the cage just hoping I might be able to cum in it as unrewarding as that may be, yet oh so indicative and deserving of my status.
My wife has only been alone with another man a few time, and that was many years ago, since she forced me to be her cuckold. Part of our agreement is that my wife can fuck anyone, anywhere and anytime she desires but she should include me so that I can enjoy watching her enjoy sucking other men's cocks and being fucked bareback by them.
When my wife being a slut for other men without be being with her, I used to workout or drink.
My Wife went Out . . .
watch the videos I have of her fucking her previous SUPERIOR black lovers
I would dress in my finest panties, bra, heels and dress and think about all of the satisfying sex that my wife is having while I jerk my little clit until I dribble my cum in my hand. I would then lick it up and keep jerking until either my wife came back home or I could no longer stand contact to my little clitty!
I would love to wonder what is going on and this happened not to long ago. I always want my to have fun and let loose and just have the time of her life. And since opening up our relationship I get to see what she craves.
Firstly I would wish that she put me in a cage before she left, yes I would hate it but the intensity would be fabulous to experience while the evening slowly went by. I would be in such angst that mix of loss combined with incredible arousal only a cuck can feel. I would try not to, but know I would do little else but imagine what they were up to. Again I would dread but deeply wish to hear the phone go and a call, or better still as I don't deserve that a message and/or a picture to fire up my mind with even greater visions of the dreaded reality being carried out between them. And that wish to be made to photograph my cage and send it so that she can show her lover what the competition is knowing just how amusing and dismissive of me he will inevitably be no doubt being fully aware of the pressure on him to do the business I in that pic show that I never could. Pressure yes but pressure I know he is more than capable of handling when we all know I can't. Thereafter I hopefully;ly play with the cage just hoping I might be able to cum in it as unrewarding as that may be, yet oh so indicative and deserving of my status.
My wife has only been alone with another man a few time, and that was many years ago, since she forced me to be her cuckold. Part of our agreement is that my wife can fuck anyone, anywhere and anytime she desires but she should include me so that I can enjoy watching her enjoy sucking other men's cocks and being fucked bareback by them.
When my wife being a slut for other men without be being with her, I used to workout or drink.