Falling in love
I really love my wife. We are so close that her feelings immediately awaken my feelings and vice versa. It turns out a chain reaction. This is why we are so turned on by the sex of our spouse with strangers. This is empathy. I can feel my wife's every breath as she takes in her lover's cock. The tremor of her orgasm hits me like an earthquake. Blurred eye-to-eye and bitten lip catches my breath. She is in love. She is submissive. She belongs entirely to her lover. She wants to be his slave. He can come to our house at any time, open the door with his key, spread my wife on our matrimonial bed and use her all night without protection. For weeks she lives as in a dream, thinks only of him, wants only him. Usually, falling in love lasts three years, after which the lover is perceived as a member of the family and the acuteness of feelings is dulled and a new love story is needed.
At the peak of falling in love, my wife can no longer be satisfied with the visits of her lover and leaves to live with him for several weeks or months. Oh this acute erotic feeling of loss when you realize that your wife no longer belongs to you. The lover fills her every night. Even her biological rhythm and microflora have adjusted to his saliva, lubricant and semen. He can easily take her away forever and undermines her loyalty with offers of divorce from her husband and marriage with him. Which will win - an old calm love or a new bright love? When his seed inseminates her fertile pussy, she finally forgets that it started as a game of falling in love and completely surrenders to him.
Twice she went to her lovers. The first was a Turkish animator whom she met on vacation. After three single trips to Turkey, she stayed with him for half a year. Yes, the Turks know how to charm white girls. She returned half a year later with a guilty look and a baby in the womb.
The second time lasted a year and a half. Her black Egyptian lover possessed some kind of a****l magnetism. She was with him around the clock. She ate sitting on his lap, could not be without him even for half an hour. This pathological passion lasted half a year, after which she became pregnant and the attraction began to weaken. During these half a year we divorced and she married her black lover.
After the birth of his son, the passion disappeared as a cut off and cultural differences came to the fore. At this moment, the difference between love and being in love became clear. She came back to me and we got married again. Both c***dren from her lovers now live with us. Playing with feelings is full of risk, but don't cross the point of no return. True love is not limited in time and will ultimately overpower all attraction.
Despite all the difficulties, we are grateful to the wife's lovers for two wonderful babies and the moments of the sharpest feelings that we experienced
At the peak of falling in love, my wife can no longer be satisfied with the visits of her lover and leaves to live with him for several weeks or months. Oh this acute erotic feeling of loss when you realize that your wife no longer belongs to you. The lover fills her every night. Even her biological rhythm and microflora have adjusted to his saliva, lubricant and semen. He can easily take her away forever and undermines her loyalty with offers of divorce from her husband and marriage with him. Which will win - an old calm love or a new bright love? When his seed inseminates her fertile pussy, she finally forgets that it started as a game of falling in love and completely surrenders to him.
Twice she went to her lovers. The first was a Turkish animator whom she met on vacation. After three single trips to Turkey, she stayed with him for half a year. Yes, the Turks know how to charm white girls. She returned half a year later with a guilty look and a baby in the womb.
The second time lasted a year and a half. Her black Egyptian lover possessed some kind of a****l magnetism. She was with him around the clock. She ate sitting on his lap, could not be without him even for half an hour. This pathological passion lasted half a year, after which she became pregnant and the attraction began to weaken. During these half a year we divorced and she married her black lover.
After the birth of his son, the passion disappeared as a cut off and cultural differences came to the fore. At this moment, the difference between love and being in love became clear. She came back to me and we got married again. Both c***dren from her lovers now live with us. Playing with feelings is full of risk, but don't cross the point of no return. True love is not limited in time and will ultimately overpower all attraction.
Despite all the difficulties, we are grateful to the wife's lovers for two wonderful babies and the moments of the sharpest feelings that we experienced
3 years ago
what a shame that you are not a bit closer so we can easily plan and your wife starts falling for me