So my talks have had a very positive effect on our relationship as we have been spending more time together and doing things out a lot more. She said she mentioned to the boy friend how I was feeling and he understood.
and.... our sex life has really heated up. We went for a movie Saturday night and when we came home her boy friend was there with two friends. The wife knew all about it, of course, so upstairs we all went. The really fucked her senseless and I licked her in between and kissed her while she was being fucked. very intimate and a big improvement.
YOUR woman needs YOUR cock. This is not the time to please her boyfriend; he needs to go. If you love her, it's time to take control of her. Back in a better time, the answer was simple: fuck her regardless of what she says. Spank her ass until she cries. However, you'd probably go to prison for ******* and assault if you do that today.
The best that I can advise is to tell her that you love her over and over. But don't whine. You need to get respect back or you've lost her. Tell her you love her only when she deserves it.
Are you able to say, without making her laugh, "In the bedroom, bitch."? Remember that she's the star of the show. You're the co-star. The BBC can be replaced; your wife cannot be. If she goes into the bedroom, follow her, tell her to strip, and fuck her—hard. A hotwife is one of the most precious women in the world, but they need to be controlled.
I had a very hot hotwife. She was very submissive and needed a man who was dominant. If I hadn't been dominant, she would have found a men who were. I knew my wife well enough to know that when she was frisky, she wanted to be punished. She'd stay out all night or disappear for ten hours when she knew we had plans. She knew that I was terrified that something had happened to her. I finally got her to start confessing imaginary sins when she was in the mood for hair pulling and spanking. She had a favorite: "I've had impure thoughts." That worked well until we'd both start laughing when she said it.
I was fortunate. My wife was a devout Catholic notwithstanding the fact that she'd probably had three hundred men in her twenties, thirties, and early forties. She was convinced that Mary Magdalen would get her into Heaven and prayed to that saint daily. I don't doubt that the whore saint came through for her. She was also absolutely opposed to divorce.