cuminmywife
Experienced
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- Dec 22, 2014
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It’s the moment I live for and in some ways, it’s the moment that drives me most crazy…
He’s sitting on the sofa. They’d been talking back and forth for about an hour. Laughing. Flirting. I tried hanging back to let the natural progression of things lead where they would. Every now and again I would interject with a comment or smart ass remark, to remind them that I was still there, and for the most part I was welcome in their conversation.
Things start to shift as the flirting picks up. She moves closer. They begin to touch. They kiss. I’m still in the room, but for them, I’m in the shadows. slowly, and piece by piece, clothing is removed until they’re both frantically clawing at each other, desperate for what lies ahead.
She moves on top of him. He teases. You can hear in her voice that she wants more than just a brush up and down her slit. If you were looking into her eyes, you could probably see that she needed him in that moment. That she would have done anything to have him.
It happens. She slides down on top of him. I know that my presence in the room is limited. I move closer, trying to join in. She glances my way. It’s a look I’ll never forget. Her eyes say it all- “I love you, sweetheart, but right now… I’m his.”
The next few moments prove that as she turns all of her attention and focus to him. Her pussy slams down and grinds, claiming his cock for her own. Nothing can be said at that moment that would ever distract her from him. I know then that I don’t matter. I’ve simply faded into the background that is their love making. Nothing I did or said could have stopped the act in front of me.
The emotions come. Jealousy at first. I know that she isn’t mine in that moment and that there is nothing I can do to change that. Lust plays a larger part, because as I settle into knowing I can’t change things, I realize that this is what I wanted and that I need this. Maybe it’s about being alive. Knowing I can feel a full range of emotions in such a limited span of time, but it’s something I wouldn’t trade for the world.
Sometimes there’s a glance that he gives me. He knows that I know. She is his. Mentally, physically, spiritually… in every sense… she belongs to him. That might only last a moment more, or perhaps it’ll last quite a bit longer, but when he looks at me and gives me that knowing glance, I feel more alive than I ever have.
My wife belongs to someone else. It doesn’t last forever, but sometimes it does. The more it happens the harder I crave the feeling. The more it happens, the more I don’t want it to stop.
He’s sitting on the sofa. They’d been talking back and forth for about an hour. Laughing. Flirting. I tried hanging back to let the natural progression of things lead where they would. Every now and again I would interject with a comment or smart ass remark, to remind them that I was still there, and for the most part I was welcome in their conversation.
Things start to shift as the flirting picks up. She moves closer. They begin to touch. They kiss. I’m still in the room, but for them, I’m in the shadows. slowly, and piece by piece, clothing is removed until they’re both frantically clawing at each other, desperate for what lies ahead.
She moves on top of him. He teases. You can hear in her voice that she wants more than just a brush up and down her slit. If you were looking into her eyes, you could probably see that she needed him in that moment. That she would have done anything to have him.
It happens. She slides down on top of him. I know that my presence in the room is limited. I move closer, trying to join in. She glances my way. It’s a look I’ll never forget. Her eyes say it all- “I love you, sweetheart, but right now… I’m his.”
The next few moments prove that as she turns all of her attention and focus to him. Her pussy slams down and grinds, claiming his cock for her own. Nothing can be said at that moment that would ever distract her from him. I know then that I don’t matter. I’ve simply faded into the background that is their love making. Nothing I did or said could have stopped the act in front of me.
The emotions come. Jealousy at first. I know that she isn’t mine in that moment and that there is nothing I can do to change that. Lust plays a larger part, because as I settle into knowing I can’t change things, I realize that this is what I wanted and that I need this. Maybe it’s about being alive. Knowing I can feel a full range of emotions in such a limited span of time, but it’s something I wouldn’t trade for the world.
Sometimes there’s a glance that he gives me. He knows that I know. She is his. Mentally, physically, spiritually… in every sense… she belongs to him. That might only last a moment more, or perhaps it’ll last quite a bit longer, but when he looks at me and gives me that knowing glance, I feel more alive than I ever have.
My wife belongs to someone else. It doesn’t last forever, but sometimes it does. The more it happens the harder I crave the feeling. The more it happens, the more I don’t want it to stop.
