While I was out celebrating a girlfriend’s birthday last night, a black male friend, Emmanuel, called me and asked whether I wanted to come over to his place. I texted my husband, Peter, and told him I would be with Emmanuel for a couple of hours. Peter texted me back, “Have fun. Actually, why don’t you spend the night with him?”
This morning, while I write this, Emmanuel and I are naked in his bed. He is still sleeping. I plan to wake him up with a blowjob before I go home.
In the past, I might have been a little jealous and worried that Peter encouraged me to spend the night because he had his own plans. Of course, now that he is caged, he cannot gratify himself with his own hands, let alone another woman. I am very lucky to have a such a selfless husband who almost exclusively derives his sexual satisfaction vicariously from my own sexual fulfillment with other men.
Before anyone accuses me of being completely selfish, we did uncage Peter a few weeks ago for a business trip. I gave him permission to have sex with a young Pakistani woman while he was away, an offer that he happily accepted and, according to him, thoroughly enjoyed.
This morning, while I write this, Emmanuel and I are naked in his bed. He is still sleeping. I plan to wake him up with a blowjob before I go home.
In the past, I might have been a little jealous and worried that Peter encouraged me to spend the night because he had his own plans. Of course, now that he is caged, he cannot gratify himself with his own hands, let alone another woman. I am very lucky to have a such a selfless husband who almost exclusively derives his sexual satisfaction vicariously from my own sexual fulfillment with other men.
Before anyone accuses me of being completely selfish, we did uncage Peter a few weeks ago for a business trip. I gave him permission to have sex with a young Pakistani woman while he was away, an offer that he happily accepted and, according to him, thoroughly enjoyed.
