"You whore! How could you?! Get out of my house you fucking slut!" These are the words you expect yourself to say whenever you wife confesses to fucking another man. It's the practical reaction to such devastating news.
But that's not how you would react, is it? And it's certainly not how I reacted. Brewing over years of our marriage, I had developed quite the fantasy of watching my wife getting fucked by a superior man.
Whenever I first met Christine, my wife, I was in shape. She was attracted to my muscular frame, and loved my blue eyes. She found me to be handsome even though I would be the shortest man she ever dated at 5'6". Christine is a sexy brunette who although only stands at 5'3", has long, toned legs with a very large, round, fit ass. She has C cup breasts, making her curvy yet toned and fuckable by all standards.
Once married, I got comfortable in overeating and not working out. I became about 50 pounds overweight (I have since lost this weight and am more fit than ever, but that's another story). I was essentially a short, balding, fat guy. Christine, however, grew hotter as she maintained a strong workout ethic.
I would come home from work exhausted, not putting in the time and effort to connect with her. She would long for attention some nights.
Christine has an exceptional sex drive. Whenever I first met her, I thought she was a "good girl" with a normal drive for sexual encounters. Over time, I would learn just how horny and "dirty" she really was (is).
Towards the beginning of our marriage when I had gained weight, I remember a night where I had issues having an erection.
"I can't get it up, babe." I said.
"Don't worry about it. I'm sure you're just tired," my beautiful wife said.
