Afternoon Delight: My Wife’s Vacation Fling

The sunlight streams through the large windows, casting a warm glow over the scene. It’s a sight I’ve grown to crave, a mix of jealousy and arousal that keeps me coming back for more. My wife, the queen of our little game, lies face down on the bed, her ass and legs fully exposed, inviting and ready. She’s picked up another young stud, and I’m here, watching, as always. The thrill of seeing her with someone new, someone younger, someone who can satisfy her in ways I can’t, is both my pleasure and my torment.

Her Moves, My Watching

Her movements are fluid, practiced. She knows exactly how to tease, how to drive him wild. The young man kneels above her, his body tense with anticipation. His hands roam over her skin, exploring, claiming. I can almost feel his touch, the heat of his desire. It’s a strange mix of humiliation and excitement, watching her with someone else, knowing she’s mine, but also his, for this moment. The room is filled with the sounds of their pleasure, the rustle of sheets, the soft moans that escape her lips. It’s a symphony of lust, and I’m the conductor, guiding them through their dance. And there’s the cleanup, the part where I come in. After they’re done, after he’s left, I’m the one who tends to her, who cleans up the mess. It’s my role, my duty, and I take pride in it. I wipe away the evidence of their passion, the traces of his pleasure. It’s a strange kind of intimacy, a bond that only we share. She knows I’ll be there, waiting, ready to serve. It’s a cycle, a dance, and I’m the one who keeps it moving. The sunlight fades, but the memory lingers, a reminder of the power she holds over me, and the pleasure we both find in this twisted game.