“How do you deal with her having s*x with another man right in front of you?” Heather asked as she carefully placed the plates and silverware on the table.
He gestured to his steel rig around his c**k with a wistful smile. “The physical means is easy.”
“But the emotional,” she prompted him.
“I get off on it,” he admitted.
“What?”
“I like watching her have s*x with John. Or any man for that matter.”
Heather shook her head. “That’s crazy.”
“Maybe. But I love watching her c*m, I love seeing her happy, and when she does let me out of my cage,” again he looked down at his temporarily useless c**k, “the s*x is so much better. One Friday night she went out and came home with her p***y full of cum...” his eyes glazed over with the memory. “And she came home to let me out. I f****d her a doz
