The Forbidden Watcher: How I Got My Thrills From Watching My Wife with Another Man

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It all started when I found myself becoming increasingly turned on by the idea of watching my beautiful wife, Emily, with another man. I had never considered myself to be a voyeur before, but something about the wondered of watching her experience pleasure with someone else just made me incredibly aroused.

At first, I kept my desires hidden from Emily. I didn’t want her to think I was some sort of pervert or that I didn’t discover her satisfying. But the more I wondered about it, the more I realized that being open and honest with her about my desires was the only way to explore this fantasy.

One night, we were lying in bed together after a particularly steamy round of sex, and I just blurted it out. “Emily, have you ever thought about being with another man while I watch?” I asked nervously.

She looked at me in surprise, but then a sly smile spread across her face. “Actually, I have,” she said. “But I never thought you would be into it.”

We spent hours talking about our fantasies and exploring our desires. Emily was hesitant at first, but as I described in detail how turned on the idea made me, she became more and more intrigued. We agreed that we would take things slow, and only explore this together if we were both comfortable with it.

The next step was to discover the right man. We wanted someone who we could trust and who wouldn’t be jealous or possessive of Emily. After some research, we found a man online who fit the bill. He was attractive, charming and seemed genuinely interested in the idea of playing with a couple. After chatting for a few weeks, we agreed to meet in person.

We went to a bar downtown, and as soon as he walked in, I felt a surge of jealousy. He was tall, muscular and had a suave confidence that oozed sex appeal. But Emily was clearly excited as well, and I knew that this was something we had both decided to pursue together.

We ordered drinks and chatted, and as the night wore on, the flirting became more and more intense. I could see that Emily was getting turned on by his advances, and I found myself getting increasingly aroused as well. Eventually, we made our way back to our apartment, and the three of us headed to the bedroom.

Things started out slowly at first. We all undressed and began exploring each other’s bodies. Emily was obviously nervous, but I could tell that she was also excited by the wondered of being with another man. As the other man began to touch her, I watched from the sidelines, taking in every detail.

What surprised me was how much pleasure I was experiencing just from watching. Seeing my wife in the throes of pleasure, her body writhing with ecstasy, was even more erotic than I had ever imagined. I couldn’t keep my hands off myself as I watched, and the other man even encouraged me, telling me how hot it was to see me getting off on watching them.

Eventually, it was my turn to join in. Emily and the other man had been teasing me ruthlessly, stroking and kissing each other while I watched, and I was more than ready to experience the real thing. As they drew me into their embrace, I felt like I was on fire, my entire body ablaze with desire.

We spent the next few hours exploring each other, switching partners and trying out every position we could think of. Emily was like a wild animal, completely uninhibited and completely in control. I had never seen her like this before, and it was incredibly arousing to watch her let go in methods she never had in bed with just me.

Eventually, the other man got dressed and left, and Emily and I lay tangled together, sweaty and satisfied. We talked about what we had just experienced, and both agreed that it was one of the most erotic nights of our lives.

Over the next few months, we continued to explore this fantasy together, bringing in different men and sometimes even couples to spice things up. But what surprised me was how much I enjoyed just watching. I would sometimes ask Emily to masturbate while I watched, or we would have sex while imagining someone else was in the room with us. It was like a whole new world had opened up for us, and we were both enjoying every moment of it.

Looking back on that first night, I never could have imagined just how far we would come. But I am grateful for every moment we have shared, every new experience and exploration we have undertaken together. And I am grateful for the way that this fantasy has brought Emily and I even closer together, bringing a new dimension of intimacy and excitement to our relationship.

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