Bang My Wife 2: Please

Posted by “M” on Thursday, October 12

If you read my last post, you know the setup. The first time was an earthquake. It shattered every fragile, protective casing I had built around my ego. Watching her— my Sarah—lose herself on a stranger’s lap wasn’t supposed to make me hard. It was supposed to make me angry. Jealous. Traditional.

“I want to watch you choose.”

Right now, she’s in the bathroom getting ready. I can hear the shower running and the clink of her jewelry on the marble counter. She comes out in a black slip that costs more than our first car. Her hair is wet. She smells like vanilla and sin.

To be continued… (or not. Some things are too good to write down.) Please Bang My Wife 2

This is “Please Bang My Wife 2.” It’s not cuckolding. It’s not humiliation. It’s a gift wrapped in velvet rope.

But tonight is different. Tonight isn't a stranger from a bar. Tonight is Tom . Posted by “M” on Thursday, October 12 If

She walks over, takes my hand, and places it between her legs. She’s already soaked.