But here I am, staring at the screen, my heart pounding as I see her arm wrapped around his neck. Her head is tilted, lips almost touching his bearded cheek. I can almost feel the heat of their bodies, the intimacy of their embrace. It’s a scene I’ve imagined a thousand times, but seeing it… it’s different. It’s real. And it’s fucking painful.
Bedroom Confessions
The bed, our bed, is the stage for their performance. Her long hair cascades down, almost touching his shoulder. His back is to me, but I can see the tension in his muscles, the way his hand rests on her hip. They’re not just touching; they’re connecting. And I’m here, watching, feeling every second of their closeness like a knife in my chest. It’s a strange mix of agony and arousal, a feeling I can’t escape. Her laughter, soft and teasing, echoes in my mind. She’s enjoying this, enjoying him. And I’m left here, a silent witness to her pleasure, my cock hard and my heart aching.
Saturday Night: My Husband’s Eyes on Another Man’s Hands
My Husband Watches Me Ride Another Man’s Thick Cock
Saturday Night Submission: My Husband’s Birthday Surprise
My Husband Watches as I Kiss the Bull After Our Wild Night
Did My Husband Know About My Anal Obsession With French Strangers?
She’s in His Bed…can You Handle It?
She’s Gonna Make Me Watch Her Fuck Another Man
My Husband’s Eyes Watched as I Served Another Man
