My wife always had this fantasy about a burglar. A man invades our home, ties me up, and fucks her right in front of me. Her helpless husband watches powerlessly as a stranger enjoys her body.
“I think about that a lot,” she told me.
“What do you like about it?” I asked, mystified.
She shrugged.
“You’re depraved,” I sighed. “But I’ll make the arrangements.”
“Good boy,” she smiled, giving my crotch a squeeze.
What can I say? I live to serve my goddess. I promised her a long time ago that I would always try to make every one of her fantasies a reality.
By this point, I had a few contacts. There were a number of fit young men who had fucked my wife. It started off with Tinder hookups, spitroasts, threesomes and the like. But eventually we started roleplaying scenarios, bringing her lovers into the fantasy. We had a few favorites. Garrett was practically her boyfriend at this point.
Who would be willing to play along with a home invasion? I scrolled through my contact list before finally hovering over a name. I smiled. He’d be perfect.
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