My Husband's Jealousy as I Prepare for My Ex's Return

tips texts submitted by users my favourite cuckold humiliation make up wife flashing hotwife caption My Husbands Jealousy as I Prepare for My Exs Return — Your wife is so excited, and you know better than to dampen her enthusiasm if you don't want to sleep on the couch for the rest of the week, if not worse. She's been trying out clothes for the past hour, and finally resolved the underwear question, settling on a wispy bra and thong combination that reveals a lot more than it hides. The bra pushes up her firm sensitive breasts upwards like an offering, and the thong does little more than frame her perfect ass for optimum ogling. Your wife's all excited because an ex-colleague of hers is coming back from a year-long stint exploring the Australian outbacks. She dated him a while back, before you came into the picture, and was really head-over-heels for him. He was the one to dump her, stating that he needed some fresh pussy. She's been hanging out with him on and off since, but it's been a year now he's been gone. For the last six months, your wife's been preparing for this guy's return, putting in enormous amount of time at the gym to tone that already fantastic body of hers. Her legs are perfect now, emphasized by those fuck-me heels she's wearing. You just wish she took half as much care to look sexy for you. "What do you think, honey," she ask you from within the closet. "My tight little black dress, or that swirly red dress with the slit up to my waist?" It doesn't really matter, you think. She told you enough about him for you to know that whatever she's going to be wearing tonight will end up bunched at her waist by dessert time. He'll fuck her first, probably from behind while she's bent over something, and after he spews his load deep inside her pussy he'll make her suck him off-she always said he likes his bitches to taste themselves on his cock -and your wife will docilely do it, doing her best to pleasure him with her mouth, trying to take as much of him down her throat as she can. She's been practicing that for the last six months as well, deep-throating larger and larger rubber dildos, while you watched, aroused and envious. And after he's let out another load deep into her throat, forcing her to swallow everything, after that, he's going to fuck her ass. That's his finishing move, she said, a hard and violent assfuck that will keep her from sitting comfortably for at least a week.

I can’t help but feel a mix of excitement and dread as I watch her prepare. She’s been trying on outfits for what feels like hours, each one more revealing than the last. The wispy bra and thong combination she finally settled on leaves little to the imagination. It’s not just about the clothes, though; it’s the anticipation in her eyes, the way she talks about him with a mix of nostalgia and longing. She’s been practicing, she told me, deep-throating larger and larger dildos, perfecting her technique. I watched, aroused and envious, as she practiced, her dedication to pleasing him evident in every movement. And now, as she stands there, asking for my opinion on which dress to wear, I know it doesn’t matter. Whatever she chooses, it will end up bunched at her waist by dessert time. He’ll fuck her first, probably from behind, and then make her suck him off, savoring the taste of herself on his cock. It’s a ritual, a dance she’s been preparing for, and I’m just the cuckold watching from the sidelines, my jealousy a bitter pill to swallow.

Anticipation of the Encounter

The tension in the room is palpable as she slips into her heels, her legs looking perfect, toned from months of preparation. She’s been working out, dieting, and practicing, all for this moment. I can see the excitement in her eyes, the way her body language changes when she talks about him. It’s like she’s a different person, transformed by the anticipation of his return. And I’m left here, a silent observer, my thoughts a whirlwind of jealousy and arousal. I know what’s coming, the inevitable conclusion of her preparations, and yet, I can’t help but feel a twisted sense of pride in her dedication. She’s been practicing, perfecting her skills, and I’ve been watching, a silent participant in her journey. It’s a strange dynamic, one of submission and desire, and as I watch her get ready, I can’t help but wonder what the night will bring, what new depths of humiliation and pleasure await us both.