Helping Her Prepare for a Night with Another Man (Patreon)

Your wife sits on the edge of the bed in a black bra and panties. She reaches for the package of stockings you bought her and gently tears it open. She pulls one out, bunches it up in her hand, and reaches down to pull it up her leg. You watch as her soft, pale skin transforms into something sexier. You watch as she carefully gets ready for another man.

“Is everything okay?” she asks.

“Yeah. Why?” you reply.

“You’re pacing a little bit,” she says. “It seems like you’re anxious.”

She’s right. You didn’t even notice it, but you’re pacing. You’re anxious, but you’re excited too. You’re eager for tonight. You’re always eager for the nights she spends with her bull. You’re always anxious, too. Perhaps tonight is the night she realizes that she’d rather just be with him. Perhaps tonight is the night she texts you and says that she’s not coming home, that she’s going to leave you for another man.

“Sorry,” you say. “Sometimes the angst gets the better of me.”

Your wife smiles and gently spreads her legs. She still has just one stocking on and there’s no question she’s going to look amazing with both on. That’s part of your anxiety, of course. She rarely wears stockings for you. She rarely puts as much effort into seducing you as she puts into seducing him. That’s also part of the fun. You like that she works so hard to look good for her bull. You like that your wife is eager to look good for another man.

“Come here,” she says.

You walk towards you wife as she leans back. A seductive smile crosses her face. You can’t help but look between her legs. You stare at the spot between them that her bull will soon penetrate.

“Would you like to put my other stocking on?” she asks.

“I would,” you say.

“Why don’t you get on your knees for me?” she suggests.

You fall to your knees and your wife leans forward. She reaches out and gently caresses your face. Her touch is soft and soothing and you close your eyes for a moment to enjoy it.

“There’s no need to be anxious,” she says. “There’s no need to worry. I always come back to you and I always will. Your willingness to let me be with him, to let me explore my need for sex with other men, is precisely why I’ll always come back to you. I know where my home is. I know where my heart is. My body needs what he can give me, but my heart needs what you can give me, so I’ll always be yours.”

“Thank you,” you say.

She reaches for the second stocking and hands it to you. You gently place her foot into it and pull the soft material up her leg.

“Do you think about his hands on my legs?” she asks.

You nod and your wife reaches down, grabs your hands, and places them on her thighs. You run your fingers over her stockings and she smiles. You think of him doing the same, though you know he won’t be on his knees in front of her when he’s doing it.

“Do you know why I wear stockings for him?” your wife asks.

“Why?” you reply.

“Because I love the way it makes him look at me. The desire in his eyes is incredible. It makes me wet to see how badly he wants me. I wear the stockings because he loves them and because I want to turn him on. I want to make him feel good. I want to make him desire me more than any man has ever desired a woman,” she says.

Your wife leans closer and kisses you as your fingers move over stockings.

“That’s also why I suck his cock every time I see him,” she whispers.

You groan as your cock grows erect in your pants. She kisses your neck and gently nibbles your ear lobe.

“I can’t wait to have him in my mouth. I can’t wait to make him feel good. I can’t wait to offer him the pleasure I know he craves and to drive him absolutely wild with desire so he’ll fuck me like I need to be fucked,” she whispers.

Your wife slowly sits back and spreads her legs a little wider. She reaches down and pulls aside her panties, revealing her freshly-shaved pussy.

“Kiss it,” she says.

You crawl closer and lean forward to kiss her pussy. Her flesh tastes sweet and you can feel the intense heat emanating from her loins.

“Put your tongue inside me,” she says.

You push your tongue between her pussy lips. You taste her wetness. You feel her desire for him.

“Mmm, that’s good, sweetie,” she says. “Put your tongue deep inside me. Put your tongue where his cock will be tonight.”

You’d love to fuck her, but you know she won’t let you. You know that she’s his tonight. You know she’s teasing you because it turns her on. You know it’s your job to enjoy the teasing.

With a gentle touch your wife pushes you away from her pussy and pulls her panties back over it. You won’t see it again until she gets home.

“Would you like to pick out my dress?” she asks.

“I would,” you say.

Your wife stands and offers her hand. She leads you to the closet. You see a wide selection of dresses, most of which she wears for the other men in her life.

“Pick something he’d like,” she says. “Pick something that will turn him on. Make sure I look good for the man that’s going to spend the night fucking me.”

You’ll do a good job. You always do because you always want your wife to have great sex with her bull. When she comes home, she’ll give you your reward, like she always does.