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My girlfriend doesn’t just fuck other guys. She hunts for ones who get turned on by the exact same tiny details that own me. Same weak spots. Same desperate little obsessions. She knows every single one because I’ve spent years telling her and now she weaponizes it.
Our first bull was her ex from years ago. She already knew he was into her feet and scent the same obsessive way I am. When she brought him back into our bed and I heard him saying the exact same things I say while he sucking her toes, or groaning and sniffing her body like a pervert… like he couldn’t breathe without her scent the jealousy hit so hard I almost blacked out.
He wasn’t just fucking her. He was a pervert for her like me, but better. Rougher. Like he’d been starving for it.
She has a type older, successful white guys with money. The kind who text her all day with clever dirty talk and then show up in a nice car. They all play a slow power game like teasing, the subtle dominance, the way they make her feel like the most expensive thing in the room.
Last month she found another one. She spent the whole afternoon turning herself into his personal fuck doll… long shower, the perfume I bought her, full makeup, that tight black dress that makes her tits and ass look insane. She sent me one picture from the restaurant of them her head tilted towards his shoulder. No caption. Just the photo.
She didn’t come home until almost 3 a.m. Heels in her hand, dress half unzipped, hair wrecked, neck covered in fresh marks. I could smell him on her before she even reached the couch.. cologne mixed with hours of sex and her own sweat.
She didn’t say a word. Just lifted the dress, straddled my face, and lowered her soaked pussy onto my mouth.
His cum poured out thick and warm while she rocked slowly, sighing. She told me everything in that soft post orgasm voice she gets: how he’d kissed her soles for twenty minutes straight, whispering how perfect they are. How he’d buried his face in her armpits and moaned like he was high.
How he came inside her twice, raw, telling her she was “too good to pull out of.”
I was rock hard and shaking. Because every filthy thing he said, every little worship move… it was identical to mine. She picked him because of that.
She wanted me to taste exactly what it feels like when someone else gives her the same obsession I have.
When she finally climbed off she leaned down, kissed me deep so I could taste his dick on her breath, and she whispered, “I love being a hotwife”
Does it make the jealousy hotter or am I just wired wrong?