I’m Addicted to Watching My Wife
- Damien Dsoul
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This might sound baffling especially to anyone who hasn’t experienced this, but I’m going to say it: I much rather enjoy watching my wife having sex with other men than I am of making love to her. Yes, I can hear the tightly-wound cogs in your brain exploding just from you reading that. As I said, this statement can only apply to husbands (including boyfriends) out there who have indulged in some type of voyeurism one way or another with their women.
Alice and I started off as swingers; this was way before we got married. She had a roster of lovers, of which I was awfully jealous of, but she always seemed to put me at ease, letting me know it was only sex and nothing more. What was even good was that we stayed together whenever we attended swinging events: she would go off and play with other wives and men, while I would do something similar.
Things changed, however, when she started making out with black men. It never occurred to me then that she would find black men way more attractive than regular white bros. But I’m glad she never strayed from her type of men. It has made our relationship more special.
I would be lurking in a corner, out of sight, pretending to be captivated by whatever else is happening in the room, while training my ears to absorb more.
Besides watching Alice having sex, I especially enjoy listening in on whenever a black man approaches her and starts seducing her. This usually occurs whenever we attend some public event. I would separate from her to see how lucky she gets, standing watch close by. Alice likes to pretend with whoever the worthy candidate is, making it seem like she is biding her time to decide, speculating how inappropriate it would seem for someone such as he to come and tempt a married woman like her.
“You know that would be unpleasant for me,” I’d overhear her purr to whoever her black gentleman is. “My husband knows nothing about this.”
“That sounds all the more better for me,” the interloper would respond. “Besides, what he doesn’t know wouldn’t necessarily hurt him.”
“True. But you don’t know my husband, and I’m not great at keeping secrets away from him. Besides, it still wouldn’t seem right, know what I mean?”
“Except it does,” the interloper candidly insists. “It does feel right to me.”
“Hmm. I like the way you say that.”
I would be lurking in a corner, out of sight, pretending to be captivated by whatever else is happening in the room, while training my ears to absorb more. While I’m listening, I’m also feeling a nudge in my crotch. Alice is such a brilliant actress. She knows how to withhold suspense until the moment she ultimately agrees with the interloper and gives in to his seduction.
Alice usually prefers when her lover floods her pussy, though there are other times when she’d prefer someone cums on her tits or buttocks . . .
We’ve played this sort of game numerous times, so I know how it’s going to end. She would inevitably suggest that the interpoler come and introduce himself to me, then I would grant him allowance to my wife while asserting myself into the activity. I would follow them wherever he chooses to be with Alice–whether in his car, out for a drive, or to his apartment; on a few occasions we had opted that things end up at our place. I would be their designated driver on this occasion. I would adjust the mirror and watch him entangle with Alice in the backseat. I would unzip my pants and gently jerk my penis while they engage in their romp. The sight of Alice sucking the man’s cock in the backseat never ceases to get me rock-hard. It’s enough to make the remaining night more enjoyable.
Don’t get it twisted, I do still make love to my wife, but I’m more inclined to climax while watching her getting used by her lover. I often time my ejaculation with when her bull cums inside her, or when their fucking gets heated and Alice starts yelping and blurting dirty words to her lover. Those are the moments I adore the most: listening to her talking dirty while lost to the fucking.
“Yes . . . yes, babe. Fucking cum inside me, babe!”
“Fucking fuck this white pussy! Go ahead, fuck me harder! Fuck me like the dirty whore I fucking am!”
“Look at my fucking husband. You see how hard he’s jerking off . . . he fucking wishes he could fuck me the way you could. Except he fucking can’t!”
“Ohh my God! Own that fucking white pussy! Yes babe, it’s your fucking pussy! It’s your fucking pussy!”
It drives me crazy hearing the filth that spouts from her mouth while she’s getting that good black dick pounding her pussy. You should see the transformation on her face. The lust becomes so apparent once that black cock starts transporting her into another world. She no longer resembles the woman I married, instead she becomes a goddess of lust and sex. When the sex becomes incredible to the point she cannot resist its drive, that’s when she becomes loud and expressive. Her climax usually tops mine; by then, I’d already shot my load and likely jerking my penis to recharge a second time.
It gets way better when her lover climaxes inside her–yes, Alice usually prefers when her lover floods her pussy, though there are other times when she’d prefer someone cums on her tits or buttocks; it depends on her whether she likes the individual. Some men simply want to fuck her and then leave. A few others have strong chemistry and like to keep the relationship going, and they're incredible in bed. Those are usually the ones Alice loves to spend adequate time with.
I love to ejaculate in my hand and then lick my cum clean off. It helps to prepare me for when her lover gets done fucking her, then leaves so I can then take over from where they stopped. Usually I would then fuck Alice. I would fuck her harder with twice the adrenaline of having watched her, then after I’d climaxed inside her, I would drop to my elbows and knees and lick her pussy clean. Alice loves when I do this to her; she can’t resist having an orgasm from my probing tongue.
I cannot explain how much I love watching my wife suck a black man’s cock. I had no idea how strong and undeniable the fetish would hook me, except it did . . .
I have occasionally sucked her lovers’ cocks too, though I only do that if they are most willing for it. Not many bulls appreciate a husband sucking their cock. Most don’t prefer me being in the room with Alice either, except I have to insist on that aspect. But for the ones who enjoy getting their dicks sucked, they love it immensely. David, one of her favourite lovers, enjoys having Alice and I taking turns at sucking his cock. He would caress our heads while we kneel beside him, rolling our lips against his thick girth. He likes it when we get to compete for his seed. Whoever gets him to climax gets to have his cum shot down whoever’s throat. Alice usually wins, but now and then, he allows me to get the best string of cum.
Does that make me gay? I don’t know, and don’t necessarily care. Does that make me a sissy? Possibly. As long as it’s for my wife, I don’t care what I get labelled as–this is what I love, and as long as Alice loves me for it, then I’m very much okay with how I’m viewed.
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