And you think, “we share these beautiful moments ... does it really matter that my wife wants to feel his cock inside her about once a week?” But as any man would, you can’t help it, you feel utterly jealous when you hear her moans.

Yes, honey, I love him too.

Calm down, honey, don’t panic, he has fucked me, I’ll have sex with him whenever he wants, wherever he wants, but it doesn’t mean that I’m going to leave you. I know you love me so much ... and I love you too.

But you liked it, don’t you, honey? You liked that he fucked me ...

Yes, honey, I can kiss you once more before he fucks me.

Honey, it feels so wonderful thinking that I have his cum inside me, and that you were holding my hand while he fucked me.

You moaned louder than ever, honey.

You like him, don't you, the way he fucks you, and doing it almost in front of me?.

Yes, honey, I’m still your sweetheart, your loving wife; it’s only that ... he fucks me much better.

You love to feel my arms around your neck, to smell my perfume, to hear me whisper teasingly in your ear, “do you want a kiss?” Most husbands not longer pay attention to those small signs of affection but you do ... perhaps because of the many times you have heard me moaning as another man was fucking me.

And you think, “how couldn’t I love my wife for these sensual loving moments, even if she fucks other men.”

Yes, honey, I feel loved beyond limits when we cuddle together after he fucked me.

The more he realizes that he’ll never be able to fuck me as my lover, the more in love with me he is.

Honey, he said you are the most loving and caring husband a woman could wish and told me to thank you in the morning and to make you feel loved. Thank you, honey, sex with him was absolutely fantastic, I lost count of the times I came. I love you.

You kiss her tenderly, you want your wife to know that you love her no matter how loud her moans are when she’s in the arm of her lover, to know that nothing matters for you but her happiness and being close to her. She too wants you to be happy and thank you for being always understanding and supportive, and for the body shaking orgasms her lover gives her with your consent. You never last for long when she lets you have sloppy seconds but, even with her lover’s cum coating your penis, you feel the most fortunate man on earth after those thirty seconds of bliss.

Thank you, honey, I love you; no one has ever fucked me like him.

Thank you honey, I know it has been very hard to ask another man to give me what you cannot. Perhaps ... I shouldn’t have asked you to hold my hand and watch.

Your wife says, “sweetie, sit here on the couch, beside me, it’s our cuddling-together night.” First, she starts to play with your penis, idly and slowly, then she tells you to do it yourself. Her whispered words are next; she says, “you know you would never be able to fuck me as good as he does ... you look up to him, don’t you? You look up to him for being so manly ...”

Honey, would you want me to give you a kiss before I go to bed with him?.

Yes, honey, I’m still your sweetheart, your loving wife.
It’s only … that he fucks me much better.

No, honey, I don't mind if you do it; I'd love that you listened behind the door.