She had gone out on a date. He had seen the photos and had full access to all the raunchy messages leading up to the night. He’d poured her drink and watched her as she carefully prepped herself for the meeting. Her excitement was palpable.
He was experiencing a mixture of excitement and jealousy.
He watched her carefully putting on her delicate lace panties, knowing that he would not be the one removing them later.
She was ready.
Her outfit was feminine, and yet she exuded power.
Her perfume lingered as she left the house.
He played the date over and over in his head, picturing the man’s face when he first saw her. Picturing him greeting her with a kiss. The way she would touch his arm and lean in to listen. Her laughter, his laughter. Her animated stories. The way she would listen to his as if they were the most fascinating tales she’d ever been told. He imagined her hand moving onto his leg under the table
It was a pleasurable torture knowing that his woman was enjoying another man’s company and knowing that the other man wanted her.
He heard the car stop outside. What felt like hours passed before he heard the fumbling at the door and the laughter.
He stayed where he was seated on the couch. He watched as they came into the dimly lit room. She lead her date to the liquor cabinet and offered him a drink. He poured one for each of them. She kissed him passionately to thank him and then took him by the hand and lead him to the couch. She seated her date on the far side of the couch. If he reached out he would be able to touch him
The agreement was that he would be a silent voyeur. He could watch, bit not participate in any way.
The date put his hands out and pulled her onto his lap facing him. She looked at her partner for a split second before becoming consumed with her dates kisses.
He watched as her body moved, large hands, one pulling her head closer and the other exploring her back and body.
Once again consumed with feeling of jealousy and lust.
Her hands started working the buttons on his shirt. She couldn’t wait and after she’d undone a few she pulled the shirt over his head, exposing his large, chiseled chest which she started kissing straight away. She worked her way down his body until she was on her knees between his legs. She looked Into her partner’s eyes and held his gaze while they both knew that she was unzipping her dates pants.
He saw a flash of flesh before it was taken between her lips. Her head moved up and down as she skillfully worked his cock between her lips. He could imaging the sensation of her tongue flicking over the head as she sucked, as he had experienced it himself many times. Her dress had ridden up, exposing her bouncing ass. Her date was leaning back, moaning with pleasure.
She stopped, caught her partner’s eye for a moment before looking up at her date.
‘Show me that you want me. Make me your Bitch’
In one swift movement he lifted her up by her shoulders as he stood up. He flipped her around so that she was on her knees facing the back of the couch. She was quivering with anticipation while she waited for him to put on his condom.
He took her by the shoulders and pulled her towards him as he plunged his massive, throbbing cock into her. The sound escaping her lips was a mixture of pain and pleasure. Her large breasts were being flattened against the couch.
His cock was swollen. He felt like he was watching an accident. He didn’t want to watch, but he couldn’t look away. He started stroking his cock.
After what seemed like ages, he pulled out of her and turned her around. He picked her up and she hooked her legs around his waist as he slid into her and continued fucking her. It didn’t take her very long to cry out in pleasure as she came.
They didn’t stop. They seems to flow from position to to position, the fucking growing more intense. He lost count of the number of times she came.
He kept reaching a point where he almost orgasm-ed, and then had to stop and wait for the sensation to subside. He didn’t want to finish before them. He didn’t feel that it was right to orgasm at all in this situation. He was experiencing a painful pleasure.
Finally, he heard the date let out a roar of pleasure. He had come.
They untangled themselves, he put his clothes on and she walked him to the door. She thanked him for the night, kissed him goodbye and let him out.
She walked over to the couch.
‘Did you enjoy watching your wife being a dirty little slut? Did you enjoy watching that man fuck me?’
‘Yes’
She straddled his lap, his cock entered her as if it was coming home. She fucked him the way he liked it and they came hard together.
He smiled as he knew that no matter where else she went, or who else she was with, she would always come back to him.