You probably think I dominate your wife and do unmentionably deviant things with her. Not really. She likes me to take control and then she faithfully does whatever I ask of her, the way I want it. So yes, I dominate her when she’s with me but then she always knows I will always come when she calls. So who is dominating whom?
I worked with this wife for eight years and never thought of her as a lover and then one day she showed me her tatoo and then I knew that beside her professional life she had a vibe going on beside her marriage, One day hubby was not around and I asked her to do it and she said yes.
I like your wife!
I don’t care if your husband will be home in 15 minutes. I want you to take your time and do me right. Now!
There is a mystery in front of me every time I make love with another man’s wife. Its the sex that can not ever get dull or boring because, while I’m dominant and sometimes demanding, I am always responding to another’s deeper need.
How do I love thee? Let me count the ways.
I love thee to the depth and breadth and height
My soul can reach, when feeling out of sight
For the ends of being and ideal grace.
(Sonnet 43, from Sonnets from the Portuguese)
When a lady wears a mask she may drown out and accentuate parts of herself but it always flips a switch inside of me. It changes me, how and to where I can never tell, so it can be breathless and exciting. It can revive a long lost habit or take me on a new ride over which neither of us has any control. Magic.
Now that is refreshing.
Remember when you told your wife to lose weight and suggested she needed to be sexier for you? Well you got it wrong. You’re the one who needed to shape up. If you’d paid a fraction of the attention I pay her we would not have hit it off so well when we met and she would have probably already done what you wanted. But she met me, and we got along right away, and now she just loves have me make love to her while I look at that ass that you thought was too big. If she ever lets you touch her again just remember I now like her more than you do.
I love the new belt you bought your husband. It’s very useful ;)
Now here’s a tumblr blog I can really relate too!
Just love these images that remind me of entering another man’s wife.When I move in to a wife I am in heaven, forbidden, but a heaven that words poorly describe. That moment of entry, as she holds me and pulls me in, kisses me and holds me close, she has me in extasy.She has me from that moment on and we both know it. I am then hers.
Its really not a submissive thing. Your wife doesn’t want to be tightly restrained or treated fiercely. She wants me to play with her senses, dampening some and enhancing others, feeling firmly and touching lightly, leaving an impression with a sense. She’s afraid you’d laugh at her but she knows I’m serious about pleasing her. So, tell me truthfully, she comes back to you energized and deeply refreshed doesn’t she?