I wanted more than cocktails at the bachelorette party. I wanted to see my husband with them, my friends, the bride, her crew, while I watched, dripping with jealousy and hunger. At our beach house, with tequila flowing and dares turning dirtier, I gave the bride the ultimate gift: my man. I set the rules, I watched every thrust, and I touched myself while he made them scream. One by one, they bent for him, rode him, begged for more. And I sat in the corner, legs spread, coming apart while my husband filled them all. This is my fantasy unleashed: watching him use them until he was wrecked and still mine.
I wanted more than cocktails at the bachelorette party. I wanted to see my husband with them, my friends, the bride, her crew, while I watched, dripping with jealousy and hunger. At our beach house, with tequila flowing and dares turning dirtier, I gave the bride the ultimate gift: my man. I set the rules, I watched every thrust, and I touched myself while he made them scream. One by one, they bent for him, rode him, begged for more. And I sat in the corner, legs spread, coming apart while my husband filled them all. This is my fantasy unleashed: watching him use them until he was wrecked and still mine.