What an exciting idea! I often wished that would happen with my wife. She died two years ago and I miss her greatly; but there was just one time, when we were going through a bad time together (relationship-wise) when she said "Well you might not think me good enough to make love with but there are lots who do!"
At the time she was working in a University environment and I knew that at least one of her colleagues had the hots for her . As she spoke, her words suddenly turned me on. "Yeah! Well why don't you go find one of 'em!" I shouted back.
At that she rushed into the bedroom. slamming the door shut behind her. A few minutes later she came out; her coat on and an overnight bag in her hand. Without a word she left the house and I heard her drive off.
Going into the bedroom I found a note scribbled on a calendar. It read "Am taking you up on your suggestion."
When midnight arrived and she had not returned I realised that she had meant what she said. I spent the rest of the night torn between periods of intense sexual excitement at the thought of my wife with a nother man, and intense jealousy and misery at the idea.
I was overjoyed when she returned the next morning. She was cool toward me and it was several days before she admitted that she had called her colleague and that they had spent the night together.
But she would never give me what I most craved: a blow-by-blow
description of the episode. For that i had to fall back on my imagination. It never happened again, unfortunately.
i i n..that i want to watch wife with other men
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What an exciting idea! I often wished that would happen with my wife. She died two years ago and I miss her greatly; but there was just one time, when we were going through a bad time together (relationship-wise) when she said "Well you might not think me good enough to make love with but there are lots who do!"
At the time she was working in a University environment and I knew that at least one of her colleagues had the hots for her . As she spoke, her words suddenly turned me on. "Yeah! Well why don't you go find one of 'em!" I shouted back.
At that she rushed into the bedroom. slamming the door shut behind her. A few minutes later she came out; her coat on and an overnight bag in her hand. Without a word she left the house and I heard her drive off.
Going into the bedroom I found a note scribbled on a calendar. It read "Am taking you up on your suggestion."
When midnight arrived and she had not returned I realised that she had meant what she said. I spent the rest of the night torn between periods of intense sexual excitement at the thought of my wife with a nother man, and intense jealousy and misery at the idea.
I was overjoyed when she returned the next morning. She was cool toward me and it was several days before she admitted that she had called her colleague and that they had spent the night together.
But she would never give me what I most craved: a blow-by-blow
description of the episode. For that i had to fall back on my imagination. It never happened again, unfortunately.