Your Wife Facetimes Her Ex During Sex
You’re not like the rest of these pathetic losers: you actually have a sex life. Thriving, prolific, ever in abundance and whenever you want it. She’s the kind of woman with perfect hair and makeup, dressed to the nines in an expensive dress with lingerie underneath that would cost the average man a week’s worth of wages, at least. But you are no average man, and that’s why you get to take her home and fuck the living shit out of her.
There’s always a caveat, isn’t there? A secret kept just between the two of you, technically three in this case. You’re not sure when your wife started facetiming her ex during sex but it is very real and very often. Sometimes you suspect she doesn’t even really want to have sex with you, and just wants an excuse to be able to call him. Why she doesn’t see it’s problematic that he only cares to hear from her when she’s getting pounded you have no idea, nor the balls to bring it up. You haven’t had this much sex in your whole life, who are you to dictate who’s dick is involved?
Every night, right after dinner, sometimes even during the car ride home, she calls him. You’ve been conditioned, Pavlov’d into getting hard everytime you hear her Facetime ring, and serotonin shoots through your veins whenever you hear him pick up and call her babe. It’s their world and you’re just living in it. Sometimes, when she’s all ready to go, he’s late to pick up and you have to play your least favorite game: wait in the closet until he calls her back. Shut yourself away and make it as though you don’t exist, as if you weren’t a wallflower to her already. You play with your dick in anticipation but at this point, you are so far gone that you need his presence to feel turned on. It doesn’t feel right unless you’re stroking to the sound of his voice telling her to squirt all over the place.
She never used to cum with you. Your whole life would have been one big game of hide-in-the-closet-and-delete-your-existence if it hadn’t been for him. He saved you. He gave you a chance at a functioning sex life, the opportunity to feel what should be meant for guys like him and him alone. You’re unworthy and ever grateful you get to be a human dildo while he talks her through her orgasms, ones she never had when it was just you two. She doesn’t think of you when you’re fucking her—always from behind—and you’re not allowed to make any noises, any sign of you even being there because this is between him and her and them alone. You wouldn’t have it any other way.
