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After two years of marriage, the company sent me to work in Germany. My wife and I moved there together. We were a fun couple who liked to laugh and enjoy life.
From the start, we noticed how white men looked at my wife. She has fair skin, long black hair, and a bright smile. We made it into a game. Over coffee, I would point out a man staring. She would smile and adjust her clothes a little to tease him. Then we would go home and have great sex while talking about it.
The game grew slowly. In bars and cafes, we rated the men who looked at her. We talked about their bodies and faces. My wife started to tease more on purpose. She would hold a stare or touch her hair. I watched from a distance. It made me excited in a new way. The mix of jealousy and arousal felt strong.
One Friday night, we went to a busy nightclub. The music was loud and the lights flashed. My wife wore a short black dress and high heels. She looked amazing. I left her at a table to get drinks. When I came back, a tall blond man was talking to her. He stood close and leaned in. She laughed and talked back.
I stayed away and watched. She sent me a message on the phone telling me not to return to the table yet. I found a corner spot. The man bought her a drink. His hand touched her back. She let it stay there. They moved to the dance floor. Their bodies pressed close. She looked over at me sometimes with excited eyes.
I felt my body react strongly. I sent her a message asking how far she would go. She replied later saying it depended on how much I dared her.
They kept dancing and touching. After a while, she went toward the washroom. Soon she sent another message saying to bring the car to the entrance because she wanted to leave.
I drove the car to the side door and waited. She did not come out. Worry and excitement mixed inside me. I went back inside to check.
The washroom hallway was quiet. The door to the women’s washroom was open a little. I looked through the gap.
My wife was on her knees on the floor. Her dress was pulled up high. The man stood in front of her with his pants open. She used her mouth on him. One hand held his leg while the other moved on him. He held her hair and guided her. She moved faster then slower. Her eyes closed at first, then opened and looked right at the door where I stood. She kept going while knowing I watched.
The man made sounds of pleasure. Soon he finished in her mouth. She took it all. Then she cleaned him with her tongue and stood up. She fixed her dress and lipstick. He kissed her hard before leaving. She walked out and found me waiting.
We drove home in silence at first. The air felt thick with excitement. As soon as we reached the apartment, we had rough sex against the wall. She felt wet and ready. I finished fast while thinking about what I saw.
That night started everything. The teasing game turned real. We wanted more of the feeling.
In the months after, we went to clubs often. My wife would find a man who interested her. She flirted while I watched from nearby. Sometimes she danced close with him. Other times she let hands wander under the table. I always felt the same sharp excitement.
One time in a Berlin club, she disappeared with a man into a dark corner. When she came back, her lips looked swollen and her hair messy. She whispered what happened and we left quickly to have sex at home.
Another night in a Paris bar, a man sat with us. His hand moved under the table on her leg. She let it go higher. I sat across and watched their faces. Later in the hotel, she told me every detail while we had sex again.
We took a weekend trip to Amsterdam. She met a man in a bar and went to his place for the whole night. She sent photos during the time. One showed her on hands and knees with marks on her skin. Another showed her body covered in sweat. I waited in our hotel and felt the strongest arousal ever. When she returned in the morning, we had the best sex of our lives.
We made rules to keep it safe. Always use protection. No staying away all night without talking first. I always knew details or watched when possible.
The jealousy never went away, but it mixed with pleasure. Seeing my wife enjoy another man made everything stronger. After each time, we came together harder than before.
We tried different things. Sometimes in quiet bars, she would leave with a man to the parking area for quick acts. Other times in crowded places, hands explored while I stood close.
Two years passed in Europe like this. Each city brought new men and new excitement. The feelings stayed fresh.
We still do it now. The time in Europe changed us forever. The memory of that first washroom scene starts the arousal every time we plan something new. My wife chooses men she likes. I watch or wait. Then we come back together. The life feels full of excitement because of it.
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