I watch as my wife, dressed in elegant lingerie, dances and flirts with other men, her eyes sparkling with mischief. She leans in, whispering something in one man’s ear, and I see her hand slide down his chest. ‘Can I kiss them?’ she asks, her voice dripping with seduction. I feel a pang of jealousy as she pulls him closer, her lips meeting his in a passionate kiss. ‘How about reaching down their pants?’ she teases, her fingers already working at his belt. I’m on the edge of my seat, my heart pounding as she takes him outside, her intentions clear. ‘Can I take them outside and suck them off?’ she purrs, and I know I’m about to lose her to the night. ‘What if I want to fuck them?’ she adds, and I’m left with a mix of desire and despair, knowing I’m just a spectator to her desires.
