Two ways to share, both Male and Female

[MilkFountain]

I love suggesting, then guiding my wife's adventures with other men, and she looks to me for suggestions--once she's decided. And, I revel in her sexuality, experiencing through her.
She asks "How can I get him to do that, what should I say?"
"What should I do if he wants more? And, "What if he wants more?"
It's so hot for me to suggest she run back into the park naked in the moonlight, after was seen and then escaped, but this time with all the fear and anticipation--when she's in the mood.
My question is: How is it that I want both to propose and to get off on the show?

 

[dacoach44]

Curious

I love suggesting, the guiding my wife's adventures with other men, and she looks to me for suggestions--once she's decided. And, I revel in her sexuality, experiencing through her.
She asks "How can I get him to do that, what should I say?"
"What should I do if he wants more? And, "What if he wants more?"
It's so hot for me to suggest she run back into the park naked in the moonlight, after was seen and then escaped, but this time with all the fear and anticipation--when she's in the mood.
My question is: How is it that I want both to propose and to get off on the show?

Nothing wrong with inventing your own fantasy, and then have a partner to help it come true.

 

[MilkFountain]

Want more . . .

Nothing wrong with inventing your own fantasy, and then have a partner to help it come true.

Thank you, Cacoach44, but I wanted some insight, some discussion of this erotic scenario: of starring my wife in fantasies which are created to maximise the experience of the invited lover or lovers, and to create in reality the fantasies that I wish had happened to me.

Example: The far-younger-than-I friend and student of mine we invited to dinner, the pre-arranged phonecall asking me to address an emergency at the university, my watching my wife and our friend from out in the yard; seeing her excusing herself from him a moment, ostensibly to go to the bathroom, but then passing through the kitchen in full view of me, outside, as pre-arranged when and if she decided to go through with the seduction, taking off her panties from under her short dress, her ass toward me as she bent to free them from a foot. She said afterward that she felt me watching. and then watching the two of them make love for an hour, hearing her deeply punctuated cries each time he struck home; and then, because I'd pestered her on numerous occasions to surprise me with something I'd find truly shocking (moving!), two nights later slyly confessing, when pressed, that she had ". . . let him come inside" [her].