The First Time I Saw Her with Another Man

I had spent a long time wondering how it would feel to see my wife with another man. I often fantasized about it, but I never imagined we would make it a reality. One night, after many conversations and preparations, we decided it was time.

We met him at a discreet bar. She wore a black dress that highlighted her figure. It was obvious there was chemistry between them, and I stayed back, watching from the bar with a cocktail in my hand, feeling a mix of emotions coursing through me. They laughed, touched each other subtly. Seeing the look of desire on her face excited and made me nervous at the same time.

When we arrived at the hotel, the room was ready. I sat in the armchair with the best view. She started undressing slowly, knowing that my eyes wouldn’t leave her for a second. He watched her with a mix of respect and eagerness. They approached each other, and for a moment, I felt a knot in my stomach. But when they started kissing, everything changed.

Seeing her enjoy herself, giving herself to him, was an indescribable experience. The way she moaned, the way their bodies moved in sync… I had never seen her like that. My hands trembled, my breathing quickened. With each passing second, my excitement grew stronger.

That night changed our relationship forever. Not because of what happened between them, but because of what happened inside me. I discovered a new side of myself, a new way of loving and letting go. And the best part, she looked at me every moment, making sure this was what we wanted. Because at the end of the day, what binds us is much stronger than any fantasy.