The Game She Started… and He Couldn’t Stop
A Shared Hunger
🔸 Wife Perspective
I love watching him when he’s being teased — but not just by me.
I love being the one who chooses.
The woman I think is perfect for tonight.
The one who has no idea… that she’s about to become part of a game I designed.
Yes, I enjoy watching another woman play with him.
While I control the game from another angle — observing every move, every sound, every glance.
My desire slowly rises… as she slowly melts into the role I’ve already written for her.
Sometimes I dress as the enforcer.
Sometimes I’m the mysterious woman lurking in the shadows.
And when the moment is right, I step forward.
I love giving orders.
I love controlling.
I love seducing in ways no one expects.
And above all — I love watching him break out of his usual self.
To become something deeper, more raw… and honest with what he truly craves.
🔹 Husband Perspective
I used to think I was open-minded.
Until she started her game — and I realized… I knew nothing.
She didn’t just “allow” me to touch someone else.
She was the one who chose them for me.
She watched us — me and the other woman
While I felt both nervous, excited, and completely exposed under her gaze.
She didn’t say much.
But every command from her mouth hit me like a pulse I couldn’t resist.
I became a pawn in her game.
But a willing one… eager to explore further, to go deeper.
Unable to stop.
Because she didn’t just open a door for me
She became the woman who made me want to dive into the unknown…
and never come back up.