My Wife is Dating Him: Epilogue

I was in the best position in the house. I was lying on my back on our bed reflecting on my silly assumptions of the past.

Alissa was over me, her pussy several inches above my face and her head at my hips, busy sucking and licking my erection.

Add to that, Sawyer was heaving and panting, his cock sliding in and out of my wife’s pussy just above my head.

I had a close-up view of my bride taking another man’s cock and I loved it. I saw his slick shaft gliding smoothly back and forth into her pussy. I saw her lips moving in and out with the passage of his thick cock.

I was positioned to catch whatever drips might erupt from her if he had an extra-large ejaculation.

She hummed with lust and the vibrations of her sound resonated in my erection in her mouth. It was as if each thrust of Sawyer’s erection into my bride’s pussy caused the most wonderful vibrations in my cock and soul.

It was perfect.

If my Lopez family brothers couldn’t see or sense the beauty of this, they were ignorant fools. I knew it then, deep in my center and soul: nothing was more intimate and intense than sharing your spouse.

I felt it as sure as the love I had for her: every husband should have a man available to help worship his wife’s pussy. Nothing was more intimate and caring than a husband who approved of one particular man violating his bride’s vows. It was more than just his relationship to his bride. It was the special connection multiplied between all three.

It was an enrichment all husbands should know.

If the husband truly loved his wife, he should know that another man ejaculating on her face was a gift – cumming in her pussy a compliment above all others.

The bond of trust was strengthened. The intimacy intensified beyond imagination. The love nurtured to transcendence.

Sawyer, my friend now, thrust into my wife’s pussy, his balls swinging back and forth above my eyes. They had yet to draw up and shoot his orgasm into her.

I was a lucky man. I had found on my own a truth often denied by all others: a wife was best shared. Nothing beat the sight of another man sliding his approval into your wife’s pussy. Nothing beat it.

I was a very lucky man.

I got many videos over the coming weeks of Sawyer cumming on her face and covering her wedding ring with his cum.

It was beautiful and I looked forward to… hopefully… a lifetime of wife-worship. She deserved it and I wanted to give it to her.

When she was old and gray, I wanted to count on Sawyer to be with me, side-by-side, assuring my wife she was the most wonderful person in the world.

As he sped above me, ready to inject his worship into her altar, I opened my mouth – ready to receive the evidence of his devotion.

And I opened myself to the future.