But tonight is different. Tonight isn't a stranger from a bar. Tonight is Tom .
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. Please Bang My Wife 2
It’s one thing to whisper a fantasy into the dark at 2 AM. It’s another thing entirely to watch the sun set on the day you’ve agreed to make it real. But tonight is different
Instead, it made me worship her.
My heart is a drum solo.
This is “Please Bang My Wife 2.” It’s not cuckolding. It’s not humiliation. It’s a gift wrapped in velvet rope. If you read my last post, you know the setup