You watch your wife sitting across the room at the bar, sipping her drink. A man walks up to her. He says something. Her laughter floats across the room to your ears. He made her laugh. She points to the stool next her.
You get that familiar feeling in the pit of your stomach. Your blood boils with anger and jealousy, but all that is overridden with lust. You know your wife is going to his room to fuck him and even though you have all these conflicting feelings, your love for her and the lust you feel for her cancels the anger and jealousy.
Your dick is hard, your heart is hurting, your mind is running through pictures of your wife with her legs spread and the stranger’s cock is pounding into her body. She is crying out about how good it feels and that she is coming.
Then they both get up and come over to you.
“He said you can watch, let’s go honey,” your wife says.
You get up and follow them to the elevators.
