My Husband Watches Me Ride Another Man’s Thick Cock

The sensation of the lace against my skin is electric, a constant reminder of the thrill I’m about to experience. I’m seated on the bed, legs crossed, a neutral expression on my face as I contemplate the night ahead. The room is dimly lit, the soft glow of the lamp casting shadows that dance across the walls. I can feel the anticipation building, a mix of excitement and power that courses through my veins. This is my moment, my command, and I’m going to savor every second of it.

What Does It Feel Like to Be in Control?

Being in control is a rush unlike any other. I can see the desire in his eyes, the way he watches me, waiting for my next move. It’s a game of power, a dance of dominance and submission, and I’m the one leading. The lace bodysuit hugs my curves, the zipper running down the middle a tantalizing hint of what lies beneath. I know he wants to see more, to touch, to explore, but he’ll have to wait. That’s the beauty of it, the tease, the build-up. I’m the one calling the shots, and he knows it.

The Thrill of the Command: Watch Me Ride

I lean in, my hand near my chin, a small smile playing on my lips. ‘I want to see you jerk off while I’m riding his cock,’ I say, my voice steady and sure. It’s a command, a demand, and I know he’ll obey. The power in that moment is intoxicating, a heady mix of control and desire. I can feel his eyes on me, the intensity of his gaze a physical touch. This is what I live for, the thrill of the command, the satisfaction of seeing him respond. It’s a game, a dance, and I’m the one leading the way.The room is quiet, the only sound the soft rustle of the lace as I shift, the gentle hum of the lamp. I can feel the anticipation building, the promise of what’s to come. This is my night, my command, and I’m going to make the most of it. I lean back, a small smile on my face, ready to watch the show unfold.