@myheartinherhands

She made you watch before she made you leave

You drove her all the way to his place, watched her change into lingerie for him and crawl onto his bed. They kissed, then made love in front of you, she confessed her love for him after the sex then walked you to the door. She said this was the final goodbye and sent you on your way officially leaving you for her boyfriend and sending you home alone. You still can’t help but feel happy for her.

You messaged her in the morning after a sleepless night to ask how it went with her bull? "Good morning, how was your night with him?"

Time went by pretty slow for you all evening. Taking care of the kids, feeding them dinner, putting them to bed. Thinking about your wife out with another man, probably being fucked.

In bed you were turned on but couldn't sleep so you finally gave in and jacked off thinking about her with him. Imaging your sexy wife being fucked by another man. You even opened tumblr and porn hub looking at images of women being fucked by studs with much larger cocks than you have. Your wife has told you how much she loves the way he stretches her pussy, that his cock isn't super long, of course longer than yours, maybe 7 inches or a little more. But he is thick, and she loves that, it makes her whole body feel full and stretched when he is fucking her. His cock makes her orgasm almost immediately. She has told you he has the perfect cock for her body. So the sun is up, you watched it rise, since you couldn't sleep. You are only thinking about her. Angst and pleasure are starting to mix, it has been so long since she contacted you. You haven't heard from her since she messaged you she arrived at his house yesterday evening. It is difficult, you try not to message her, try not to interrupt her time with him. You don't want to seem desperate or needy. But you can't help it. You are desperate and needy so you message her early in the morning. You don't hear back from her. The time slows again, the hours tick off. She isn't thinking about you, yes she still loves you and is grateful you encouraged her to go to him. It is him she is thinking about though as the sun wakes her up at 8am. You were up and texting her at 6am. She feels giddy, excited. Last night was amazing. The dinner out. More than that the sex. How he fucked her right when she walked through the door. How they kissed and felt like a couple at dinner. Feeling his cock in her mouth as he drove them back to his place. The way he fucked her hard and rough as soon as they returned. How after they laid together talking, he making her giggle, her making him laugh. That comfortable connection. Then it turned into soft and passionate kissing. Long slow thrust in and out of her as they made love. His hand rested gently on her face, their eyes locked, searching each other's thoughts in the dim glow of the room. The silence between them was heavy, filled with unspoken emotions. It felt right, undeniably so. He took a chance, his voice low and filled with confidence. "God, I love you," he said, the words hanging in the air like a confession.

She paused, just for a second, caught off guard yet swept up in the passion of the moment. Her feelings for him were real, undeniable. She breathed out softly, her voice trembling with emotion. "God, I love you too," she said, before collapsing into his arms, their lips meeting in another passionate kiss.

The night unfolded like a dream, the words "I love you" spoken again and again between gasps of pleasure and quiet whispers. As the sun rose, casting light into the room, she rolled on top of him, her excitement palpable. With a big smile, she told him, "I’m so in love with you." Her body pressed against his, and they made love again.

Back at home, the hours stretched on. By 10 a.m., you still hadn’t heard from her, the kids up watching TV, your room filled with silence.

In their shared bed, they lay cuddling each other, discussing what might come next. She tracing her fingers on his chest as she spoke, her voice conflicted yet honest. "I still love him. I want to be with him. But I’m in love with you too." Her words raw, unpolished, as if she were piecing together her emotions in real-time. "Maybe we just take it a day at a time," she suggested, her eyes searching his for reassurance. "This is all so new to me."

He nodded, pulling her closer. "I understand," he said gently. "I love you. I just want to be with you as much as I can." He reminded her you are a cuckold and are into her with other men. They laughed. She placed her head on him, "but I wasn't supposed to fall in love with another man."

It wasn’t until a little after 11 that your phone finally buzzed with her message.

"An amazing night and morning! We have a lot to talk about. On my way home. Thanks for encouraging me to stay with him. I can't wait to do it again soon. Love you."

@myheartinherhands

Strong, handsome with a thick hard cock. After years of being with you it was natural for her to drop to her knees, wrap her small hands around the thickness of his shaft and suck it. To crave it, realizing what she gave up when she married you. She crawls for him, smiles and giggles up at him as he smacks her ass and fucks her holes like the hot sexy slut she it. Giving her sexual pleasure like you never have been able too. As natural as it was for her to submit, to cuckold you, and to enjoy the pleasure of a man who truly satisfies her. It was just as natural for emotions to follow.

When he held her face in his hands and kissed her deeply, the words slipped out effortlessly from her lips "I love you."

And when he asked, "What about your husband?" She simply said, "I don’t care. It’s you I want. You’re the one I desire, the one I need."

Make the call

She forces you to call her boyfriend and tell him that you are okay with letting them be together. She wants you to say the words to him, while she listens and he wants to hear that she is his now and your releasing her to him.

@myheartinherhands