I'm the wife who doesn't hoard. I curate. When our favorite deli's cute brunette server kept eyeing my husband, I decided to make her fantasy, and mine, very real. One invite. One night. Candles, wine, and my rules. I wanted to see her take what I worship: the body I know, the length I crave, the way he ruins a good girl's composure and makes her plead for more. She said yes. I watched the first kiss, the first taste, the first deep stretch, and guided every step. This is husband-sharing done right: consensual, filthy, and focused on her pleasure while I enjoy the view.
I'm the wife who doesn't hoard. I curate. When our favorite deli's cute brunette server kept eyeing my husband, I decided to make her fantasy, and mine, very real. One invite. One night. Candles, wine, and my rules. I wanted to see her take what I worship: the body I know, the length I crave, the way he ruins a good girl's composure and makes her plead for more. She said yes. I watched the first kiss, the first taste, the first deep stretch, and guided every step. This is husband-sharing done right: consensual, filthy, and focused on her pleasure while I enjoy the view.