“He loves the top you got me to wear 🩷. We are having so much fun being out openly as a couple. Thank you for encouraging me.”
Looking at the picture, I think how much more arousing it would be if he was in it with her. Maybe sharing a kiss.
I like buying clothes for my wife. It’s something I’ve enjoyed since we started dating. With her perfect, large, round boobs, she turns a lot of heads… although her curvy ass still gets most of the men’s attention.
She looks really good in more sheer tops. And she has the confidence to wear them.
When she has a date—or now, a weekend away with her boyfriend, it gets me excited. I pick out things that I hope her boyfriend will like on her. Clothes that will make his hands automatically touch her body, pulling her into him for a passionate kiss.
Maybe he’ll tell her how much he loves her… causing her to blush and tell him she loves him too.
Yes, I’m an emotional masochist. I have a front-row seat to my own emotional turmoil that her actions create. My pain is my pleasure.
So much so that I encourage her, at the same time helping lead to my own angst and pleasure.
It’s gotten even sweeter knowing she loves him. Encouraging them to go on vacation, to be a couple, to fan the flame. Her enjoying and emotionally caring for him only makes the fucking and making love they share that much more pleasurable.
I know, as a cuckold, she needs more. Just as much as I need this. It’s more than a kink or a fetish, it feels like part of who I am. Truly, I feel I was meant to be with her… my soulmate.
Emotions run strong. At times, she’s felt like I was going to break. I may have felt that way myself.
I can put on a song that triggers that emotional pain… the feeling of your wife loving someone else.
So I can feel the pain… and then the slow, dripping arousal and desire for her that follows.
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