I knew that I was never going to be the stud, the alpha male to make my wife swoon and sweep her off her feet. That is okay. That is fine. It's just...a bit strange. There's something different about our relationship that makes my knees quake, makes me want to drop to them, though only when she has her other partner there before me, taunting me with his might and power.
He's a stunner, Titan the dragon. But I can't match up to a dragon! He's not meant to be, but he dominates like nothing ever has and my wife can't get enough of him. After so many liaisons, we need it more and more, me watching, always watching. Why, after all, would they want such a weak husband to get involved when they have each other?
But voyeuristic pleasure can be just as kinky as lusts turn to different pleasures and even more stretching of her forbidden entrance than I could have possibly have imagined her taking...