Please Bang My Wife 2 -

“Nervous?” she asks.

If you read my last post, you know the setup. The first time was an earthquake. It shattered every fragile, protective casing I had built around my ego. Watching her— my Sarah—lose herself on a stranger’s lap wasn’t supposed to make me hard. It was supposed to make me angry. Jealous. Traditional.

For three weeks after the first night, we didn’t just have sex. We colonized each other. In the shower. Against the kitchen counter while the coffee brewed. In the back of the Uber after a boring dinner party. She’d lean over and whisper, “Remember the way he looked at me?” and I’d nearly drive off the road. Please Bang My Wife 2

It’s the sound of my wife moaning a name that isn’t mine—while I hold her hand.

She walks over, takes my hand, and places it between her legs. She’s already soaked. “Nervous

That’s the secret they don’t tell you. Compersion isn’t just “being happy for your partner.” It’s a drug. Her pleasure became my oxygen.

Posted by “M” on Thursday, October 12 It shattered every fragile, protective casing I had

To be continued… (or not. Some things are too good to write down.)