Anything for Love.

"Ahh uhh ahhh yes yess oohhhh oh my God yes!"

The sounds are muffled, but the walls are thin so I can hear everything. The gasps, moans and cries of my wife. I'm sat in the spare room, she and her lover in our bedroom, in my bed. It wasn't the first time I had met him, in fact, I had watched him have sex with my wife before. She always introduced me to her new lovers the first time, I was always required to sit and watch as they had sex. This, she insisted, built trust.

They had been seeing each other for over a month and she spent most weekends at his place. She had told me how incredibly attracted to him she was, how masculine and sexy he was. I had seen with my own eyes how hung he was. She had made an exhibition of measuring him in front of me that first time. She loved to tease me in front of her well hung lovers.

I hated the humiliation, she knew it made me uncomfortable and that always turned her on more. She had a wild, bratty streak and tormenting me was just a game to her.

I can hear the headboard of our marital bed thumping against the wall, as her gasps and moans come thick and fast. Over an hour they had been going for it and her audible pleasure seemed unending. Their stamina for intercourse almost unnatural.

I knew she was putting on a show for me, she wanted me to hear how much she was enjoying him.

I need to be clear that this was far from the first time she had fucked another man in my presence. Being a cuckold in this relationship was something I had grown to accept. But that first time with him, I was filled with jealousy. Not just because of his 25cm long penis, no it was the way she acted with him. The way she gazed longingly into his eyes, the words she whispered to him as he slowly slid his thick, long shaft into her waiting vagina. The way she pulled him tight, kissed him slowly and passionately. I had seen all those things before, with previous lovers. But this was different. It was like they were making love, expressing their feelings for each other, not just their lust.

I hated it.

Of course, she loved how insecure it made me, so she rubbed my nose in it. Often telling me in great detail how they made love in his bed, how many orgasms he had given her in an entire weekend, all the positions they had tried, missionary, doggie, standing, etc. She would sit next to me on the sofa with the TV on, oblivious to what was playing and giggling as she texted away with him. She even modelled lingerie for me, telling me she couldn't wait for him to remove it and fuck her brains out.

Three years I had been in chastity, she was my key holder. Monthly I got a release and she would stroke me to completion before locking me back up. This night was due to be my release.

She wanted me to earn it.

So I came up with an idea. I wanted to prove to her that I loved her more than anything on earth, that I was truly devoted to her happiness. That I could willingly sacrifice my own pleasure to keep her happy.

Without her knowing I called up her lover and, together, we arranged a very special night for her. I transferred £200 to him and told him to book a table for two at his favourite restaurant. A surprise for the Goddess we both adored.

After their meal, he called me, pretending it was a cab. It was a surprise for her when I arrived outside the restaurant, letting the couple sit in the back of the car. I said nothing, I just gave my amazing wife a glance, the look in my eyes told her all she needed to know. She smiled softly, melting my heart. He made sure to get her ready for her night of passion, finger fucking her on the back seat while I drove.

We arrived home, I turned to him and said; "please stay the night, in our bed... with my wife in it."

Before another word could be said he hoisted her up onto his shoulder into a fireman's carry and took her up the stairs.

My heart melted a second time as she looked back at me and mouthed I love you.

If I know my wife, this rampant love making will continue long into the early hours. I'm sure she will wake in his arms, and instantly want him inside her again. I will make them breakfast while they shower.

My wife really does love me, and I know she'll express that tomorrow, after her lover has left. But right now, she has eyes only for him. Compartmentalisation, she calls it. I know, that when she is with him, being pleasured by him that she is in love. But it is a fleeting love, not the real thing. Not like the love we share.

I get it now. I won't pretend there isn't still a sting of jealousy, but I realise that this isn't about me, it never was. It's about her, the love of my life. Her pleasure is my happiness, and I will do whatever it takes to keep her happy and satisfied.

My cock strains against it's cage as I listen to her audible orgasm, that's at least her fifth and will definitely not be her last tonight.

God I love my wife!

Naamah

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