I think watching your wife engaging in sex with another man is like an art form, blending visual, tactile, audible, and scent, along with the inner mind, into sublime erotica.
In my experience as voyeur, there are two paths, one, in which KK is having sex - “just fucking,” the other where she is making love. As voyeur, these scenes unfold in distinctly different ways.
One element I always hope for is that KK finds complete sexual abandon in the moment - forgets I’m in the room, present, watching every move. I love for KK to connect with her inner slut, the little fuck-demon with no inhibitions, nothing held back.
I love watching her fondle, caress, admire, lick, suck, and kiss another man’s hard cock. I love the sideways glances she gives me during that performance. The sight of her, in full eye-contact, slurping, slathering her lips and hands over her lover’s erection is magnificent.
Watching allows me to explore and enjoy my penetration fetish. The penultimate moment, a man’s engorged, swollen cock-head, pressed against KK’s slick labia, slowly, surely pushing past her dripping wet lips, the shaft of his cock filling my writhing wife as she’s impaled on that fuck-meat.
When I watch, I can almost always tell when the man is going to explode inside her, filling my wife with his hot jizz. His pace changes, becoming more frantic, irregular, their breath sounds change, panting, huffing, gasping for air. In the final moments, his ball sac tightens, his thrusts deepen, until he blasts KK with hot, sticky cum.