Watching Her Tease Another Man on Our Bed

Memory floods back, the taste of his jealousy still lingering on my tongue. It’s a heady mix, knowing that another man is about to plow me right here in our bed. The thought of it makes my pussy throb with anticipation. I can almost feel his hands on me, rough and demanding, as he takes what’s his. And my husband? He’ll watch, his eyes burning with a mix of lust and envy. It’s a power trip, knowing I can reduce him to this—jealous, hard, and desperate for me to come back to him.

Confession: The Thrill of His Envy

The thrill of his envy is intoxicating. It’s like a drug, and I’m addicted. I sit here, my dress slipping off my shoulders, exposing more skin than it covers. My nipples harden under the cool air, and I know he’s watching, his eyes tracing every curve, every inch of flesh. It’s a game, a dance of dominance and submission, and I’m the one leading. His jealousy is my weapon, and I wield it with precision, knowing it will drive him wild with need.

Confession: The Bedroom Battlefield

This bed, our battlefield. The sheets are crisp, untouched, a stark contrast to the filth we’re about to unleash. I can almost hear his heavy breathing, the sound of his heart pounding in his chest. It’s a symphony of desire, and I’m the conductor. His jealousy fuels my fire, making me wet and ready for the next man. I lean back, my legs slightly parted, giving him a glimpse of what he’s about to miss. It’s cruel, but it’s the game we play. And I always win.