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How did you get over the thought of seeing your wife satisfied by another man, and not think that she would be more satisfied then with yourself. Sorry for the in depth question I'm interesting in trying with my partner and just wanted to get a different perspective

I guess it’s different for everyone. If my own experience is any indication, I don’t think you ever get over seeing your wife with another man — at least I haven’t. There’s an sexy and bittersweet pain about it every single time. It’s erotic, but painful nonetheless. Of course, that’s a big part of the turn-on for me. 

My head spins every single time she kisses another man for the first time. Sure, this is an erotic journey that my wife and I are taking together. The other guy is really the third wheel in this whole thing. But that “first kiss” moment is real. The pounding heart, the adrenaline rush. My heart aches knowing full well what my wife is experiencing. No matter how much she makes me a part of the action, that first kiss is theirs. 

I feel a dull resentment when she drops to her knees in a hotel room in front of a guy she just met. She was never been particularly interested in oral sex before we started playing. Sure, she’d dutifully suck my dick when I wanted. But it didn’t turn HER on to do it. She just did it. So it’s sometimes just a little difficult to see her on her knees in a hotel room and sucking another man’s cock. Worshiping, really. Gagging and chocking on it, forcing herself down on it and gasping for breath, drool running from her mouth to her tits, rubbing his cock head on her face to smear the pre-cum, make-up beginning to run, staring into his eyes, and most of all getting intensely turned on and fingering herself by doing so. I’s wildly sexy and yet somehow hard to swallow (pun not intended, but funny anyway). Last weekend I was actually thinking that she said “I do” with those lips — and they’re wrapped around another man’s shaft. Crazy hot, with just enough hint of resentment to make it a little hotter. 

And I do sometimes get a funky feeling in my stomach at that moment that another man slides inside her.

It’s definitely not as bad as the first time we played, but I do feel it. That place was once mine alone. I’ve felt extremely acute pangs of regret seeing her writhe in ecstasy in the arms of another man. Of course, it’s not enough to distract me from my own raging hard-on — and I’m always ready to get in on the fun myself. And the wanton lust and hedonism overwhelms any last tinge of remorse. 

Pro tip: Time your own orgasms. If you blow your own load too soon but without enough time left in the current round to get back in the action, you’ll end up standing in the doorway with a limp dick and a beer in your hand watching another man bending your wife over the bed and/or emptying his nutsack on your wife’s face. That scene is a lot harder to stomach when you’re no longer in the moment. Without the unbridled lust to keep your own heart and cock pounding, you’re basically just watching another man use your wife like a whore.   

And there’s no question that most — not all, but most — of the men she’s fucked have been better. A couple of them have been much, much better. Longer, thicker, harder, longer lasting, great bodies. Yes, they fuck her better than I do. Isn’t that the whole point? I don’t want her to find someone who is moderately good, but still slightly worse than me. It seems like there are a lot of guys who fantasize about the hotwife lifestyle, but they want the other guy to be just so-so. That makes me wonder if this is less about the wife or the both of them and more about the husband. It seems slightly selfish. For me, I want her to have the time of her life. 

True story — we didn’t know that she could squirt until this past weekend. It’s never happened before. This past Friday I stood at the foot of a hotel bed and watched another man make my wife squirt and spray all over herself, her lingerie, and the bedsheets. I thought she was going to hyperventilate as she came. I was standing at the foot of the bed, watching in awe. She was ecstatic, and out of her mind with pleasure. I’ve never seen anything like it. Honestly, I couldn’t shut her up about it the rest of the night. She was raving about the experience, even when we went out for drinks after. At one point I thought she was going to tell the bartender. Yeah, she was satisfied. The next day she brought her still-dirty black corset out of the laundry room and proudly showed me the squirt stains all over it. 

My wife is completely honest with me about her experiences with other men, and I’d have it no other way. We both know that I’m not the best lover she’s ever had. From a purely physical standpoint, I’m not in the top half. But we connect in such a crazy and complete way that I can accept another man give her something that I can’t, and she can experience it with another man, and yet it connects us even more. 

Of course, this is just us. Like I said, it’s different for everyone.