I hope you don’t mind my husband watching us fuck out here. We’ll have some privacy when we go to my bedroom. And I know he’s curious, can’t blame him really. It’s not every day he gets to see his wife like this, all wild and free. But that’s the thrill, isn’t it? Knowing he’s watching, that he’s seeing what a wild, nasty whore I can be. It’s a power thing, sort of. I like the control, the way I can make him feel both humiliated and aroused at the same time. It’s a delicate balance, but I’ve got it down to an art.
When Privacy Becomes a Tease
He can watch us in there too, slut. I want him to see what a wild, nasty whore you are for me. And she knows it, too. She’s into it, loves the attention, the way I talk to her, the way I use her. It’s a dance, really, a dance of power and pleasure. I’m the one leading, and she’s more than happy to follow. It’s a game we play, a game of tease and denial, of control and submission. And he’s the audience, the one who gets to watch it all unfold. It’s a strange dynamic, but it works for us. It’s a way to spice things up, to keep the fire burning, you know? But it’s not just about the sex, really. It’s about the power, the control, the way I can make them both feel. It’s a rush, a high that’s hard to describe. And I’m the one in charge, the one pulling the strings. It’s a heady feeling, one that I crave more and more each time. It’s a game, a game of cat and mouse, of tease and denial. And I’m the cat, always the cat. They’re just my mice, my playthings, my toys to tease and torment. And I love every minute of it. So, why does watching her excite me so much? Because it’s a reminder of my power, my control, my dominance. It’s a reminder that I’m the one in charge, the one calling the shots. And that’s a feeling I never want to lose. It’s a thrill, a rush, a high that I can’t get enough of. And I know they feel it too, the way I make them feel, the way I control them. It’s a dance, a dance of power and pleasure, of control and submission. And I’m the one leading, always the one leading.


