The last thing I expected from my husband for our anniversary was another man.
But that's exactly what I got.
Six feet tall, sexy as fuck and a cock that made my eyes water.
While he watched.
I didn't expect to enjoy it as much as I did.
Or to see this whole other side of my husband that I never knew existed.
But now I'm hooked.
I want more.
I need more.
I crave more.
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"Why do you like to watch?" she asks, her voice curious. Her eyes drop as though she's embarrassed by her question. I smile at her innocence. wetting my lips as I think about it.
How can I possibly put into words the pure arousal I feel watching her be fucked by another man? There's something so raw, so sexy about watching another man pleasure her. I feel powerful and powerless at the same time.
Being there in the room, it's almost like I'm standing outside of my own body seeing things I would never ordinarily see.
The curl of her toes when he slides his hand between her thighs.
The gentle arch of her back as his finger moves inside of her.
Hearing the soft moan escape from her lips, and seeing the stiffness of her nipples as he rolls his tongue over them.
Knowing that I am in control even though I'm not.
How can I possible explain that to her?