The corridor stretches out, its red walls reflecting the warm, ambient light. She’s there, standing at the end, her silhouette framed by the patterned carpet. The red dress hugs her curves, the zipper running down her back a tantalizing promise. I can almost hear the soft click of her heels on the carpet as she turns, her face still hidden, but her intent clear. The hallway is a stage, and she’s the star, ready for her performance.
Midnight in the Hotel
And there she is, my wife, stepping into the role she’s been craving. The red dress, the high heels, the way she moves—it’s all for him. I’m not there, but I can feel the anticipation, the thrill of the unknown. The corridor, with its reflective surfaces, seems to echo with her footsteps, each one a countdown to the moment she’ll meet her lover. The lights above cast a warm glow, illuminating her path to pleasure. It’s a scene I’ve imagined a thousand times, and now, it’s happening. She’s sharing her bliss, and I’m here, watching from the shadows, a cuckold in the making, but content in my role.
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My ex-wife had many one night stands and I loved watching or hearing about it.
I don't watch her fucking. I watch her hooking guys and coming back to the bar after she's been fucked. All we do is exchange glances. Then I watch her snare another guy. She once managed to fuck a guy on a dinner date with his wife – he went to the rest room, she followed.
When she gets home, she has to show me her well used, sloppy cunt. I make her scoop out as much cum as she can with a long spoon and eat it all. She doesn't mind – it's a small price for her freedom to fuck any guy she likes.