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As I waited in the bathroom of our hotel suite, Kamilla finished getting ready for our night out. I couldn’t help but feel excited as I heard her humming a tune and slipping into her favorite dress, the one that hugged her curves and made her look irresistible. I’ve been her husband for five years now, but every time I see her get ready, I still feel like it’s the first time.

We were in Miami for the weekend, celebrating our anniversary, and Kamilla had planned a surprise for me. She said that we were gonna a club where we could explore our fantasies and desires. I was both intrigued and excited, not knowing what to expect. We’ve talked about our sexual fantasies before, but we’ve never acted on them.

As we walked into the club, my heart raced with anticipation. Kamilla led us to a private room where a king-size bed rested in the center. I could see a few other couples in the room, holding hands and whispering to each other. The room was dimly lit, with flickering candles casting shadows on the walls. A few pieces of BDSM equipment, like a spanking bench and a pillory, were in the corners, and I realized that this wasn’t just a place to indulge in fantasies; it was a full-blown dungeon.

I saw Kamilla whispering to a man standing in the shadows, and he nodded his head in agreement. I didn’t know who he was, but I could tell by his muscular create and his confident demeanor that he was someone who commanded respect. Kamilla motioned for me to come closer, and I approached with caution.

“Meet Eric,” she said with a smile.

Eric extended his hand, which I shook hesitantly. “Don’t be shy,” he said with a grin. “We’re all friends here.”

Eric was tall, muscular, with a handsome face and short dark hair. He was dressed in a black leather vest and matching pants, and I could see a leather strap around his neck. He looked like the sort of man who knew what he wanted and took it without hesitation. I felt a pang of envy, wondering if Kamilla was attracted to him.

We sat on the bed, and Kamilla handed me a drink. As we sipped our drinks, Kamilla whispered something to Eric, who nodded his head in agreement. I didn’t know what they were talking about, but I felt a knot in my stomach. Kamilla leaned in and kissed me hungrily, reminding me that I was hers. Eric watched us, his eyes darting from Kamilla’s lips to my face.

Kamilla pulled away from the kiss and whispered in my ear. “Eric and I were talking, and we thought that maybe you’d like to watch me with another man.”

My heart skipped a beat as I tried to process what she just said. Kamilla had mentioned her cuckold fetish before, but I never wondered she’d act on it. I felt a million emotions surge through my body, from pleasure to fear to jealousy. I looked at Eric, who was watching us with a smirk.

“Is that something you’d like?” Kamilla asked, biting my earlobe.

I felt myself growing hard at the wondered of seeing my wife with another man. I’d never shared her before, but the idea was arousing. I nodded slowly, feeling like I’m crossing a line that I couldn’t go back from.

Kamilla gave Eric a nod, and he walked over to the bed, standing in front of us. He unzipped his pants, freeing his erection and stroking it slowly. I felt a pang of envy at how easily he displayed his sexuality, and how confident he was with his body. Kamilla leaned over and took him in her mouth, running her tongue along the length of his cock.

I couldn’t tear my eyes away from the scene in front of me, my heart racing with excitement and fear. I watched as Kamilla pleasured Eric, her mouth sucking him deeply, her hands stroking his balls. Eric’s eyes were closed, his head tilted back in ecstasy. I realized that he was giving her what I couldn’t, a feeling of power and dominance, something that I could never give her.

Kamilla turned to me, still stroking Eric’s cock. “Do you like what you see, baby?”

I nodded, feeling like my throat was closing up. I didn’t know what to say or do, except to watch and feel.

“Good,” Kamilla said with a smile. “Because you’re going to be a good little cuckold for me tonight. You’re going to watch me take this cock, and you’re going to love it.”

I felt a surge of pain and jealousy at her words, knowing that I was losing her to another man. But I also felt a surge of pleasure, knowing that my wife was enjoying herself and experiencing something new and exciting.

Kamilla got on all fours on the bed, presenting her ass to Eric. He pushed her thong apart and entered her, slowly at first, then picking up the pace. Kamilla moaned loudly, her head thrown back in pleasure. I realized that I’d never heard her make that sound before, and I felt a strange mix of emotions.

As Eric pounded into Kamilla, I watched her body respond to him. Her ass bounced with each thrust, her breasts swaying. I realized that she was enjoying it on a level that I couldn’t give her. Eric was well endowed, and I could see how deep he was penetrating her. Kamilla’s eyes were closed, her mouth open in ecstasy.

I felt like I was a passive observer, watching someone take what was mine. But at the same time, I felt turned on, knowing that I was giving my wife the gift of pleasure that I couldn’t give her on my own. Kamilla had surrendered to her desires, and I was a eager participant in it.

Eric withdrew from Kamilla and motioned for me to take his place. I felt a mix of excitement and fear as I entered my wife, feeling how wet and stretched she was. I realized that Eric had prepared her well for me, and I felt a surge of gratitude for the man who had given us this experience.

As I pounded into Kamilla, I watched her body respond to me, feeling how tight and warm she was. I realized that she was accommodating me, giving me a gift that I couldn’t give her myself. I felt a surge of gratitude and love for my wife, knowing that she was eager to distribute this experience with me.

After we had finished, Kamilla led us to the bathroom, where we took showers together. I watched as she washed Eric, kissing him hungrily, feeling like I was on the outside looking in. But at the same time, I felt a sense of peace and completion, knowing that I had given my wife what she needed.

As we left the club, Kamilla held my hand, whispering how much she loved me and how grateful she was for our experiences. I felt like we had crossed a line that was both scary and exciting, but I also felt like we had grown closer as a couple. I knew that this would be just the beginning of our exploration and surrender to our desires.
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