The Bible had it right: sex equals knowledge. Husbands who playfully expose their wives (in the reality or on the internet) and those who go all the way, giving his wife’s body to another man’s eyes and hands and cock and nose, are granting experiences that should be the husband’s private possession, something only he should know. And, thus, should be viewed as a theft of sorts, but the result is just the opposite: you haven’t been robbed, but enriched; your wife is not diminished, but grows in value to your eyes.
For example, I remember once going to Hawaii with a girlfriend that I was rapidly growing tired of and I feared having a boring time in paradise. (She was a tall, slener 27 year-old woman whose hobbies included ballroom dancing competition.) But then she wore a small black thong bikini—one that she would never wear back at home, it being just too tiny—everyday at the beach and the pool and the communal hot tub, exposing all of her amazing behind and shapely body, making every guy and some of the women check out her naked butt cheeks. I saw her rejuvenated in my eyes (and in another body part); this restored luster lasted for about a month after the trip. If she hadn’t been such a pain in the ass in so many ways, it might have lasted a lifetime.
It wasn't just that her ass cheeks got tanned; it was that, in my eyes, having all other men looking at her shapely ass imbued her body with a renewed sexual charge. (She often wore a T-shirt over her bikini as we traveled over the island. I loved the way it made her look naked beneath the T-shirt, as from behind, you could only see the T-shirt covering the top half of her round rump half and all of the thong material, the bottom half of her ass completely on display. I remember with a stiffening cock, both of us waiting in a long line to buy “shave ice” and seeing at least five men behind us shamelessly ogle her exposed bottom half of her ass and her long, shapely legs. As far she was concerned, she was properly dressed. As far as the gawking men were concerned, she was completely naked under her short T-shirt.)
Back to the subject: knowledge, when my first wife took a new lover, I wanted him to know everything about her body: what her breasts looked like and felt in his hands and mouth. How smooth her legs were and what they felt like wrapped around his torso. How lovely her feet and toes were. How soft and beautiful her hair was. How her lips felt and how she kissed and the taste of her mouth. What her ass looked like and how it jiggled and filled his hands. What her pussy looked like, its shape and size, her pubic hair’s color and texture, her urethral opening, its scent and her sticky vaginal secretions—most importantly, how her vagina felt gripping his cock. I wanted him to hear the moans she let out while being eaten and fucked. I wanted him to experience her face and body contorting, as she orgasmed; and how sleepy she looked afterwards. The more he knew about her sexually, the more sexually charged she became to me.
For example, I remember once going to Hawaii with a girlfriend that I was rapidly growing tired of and I feared having a boring time in paradise. (She was a tall, slener 27 year-old woman whose hobbies included ballroom dancing competition.) But then she wore a small black thong bikini—one that she would never wear back at home, it being just too tiny—everyday at the beach and the pool and the communal hot tub, exposing all of her amazing behind and shapely body, making every guy and some of the women check out her naked butt cheeks. I saw her rejuvenated in my eyes (and in another body part); this restored luster lasted for about a month after the trip. If she hadn’t been such a pain in the ass in so many ways, it might have lasted a lifetime.
It wasn't just that her ass cheeks got tanned; it was that, in my eyes, having all other men looking at her shapely ass imbued her body with a renewed sexual charge. (She often wore a T-shirt over her bikini as we traveled over the island. I loved the way it made her look naked beneath the T-shirt, as from behind, you could only see the T-shirt covering the top half of her round rump half and all of the thong material, the bottom half of her ass completely on display. I remember with a stiffening cock, both of us waiting in a long line to buy “shave ice” and seeing at least five men behind us shamelessly ogle her exposed bottom half of her ass and her long, shapely legs. As far she was concerned, she was properly dressed. As far as the gawking men were concerned, she was completely naked under her short T-shirt.)
Back to the subject: knowledge, when my first wife took a new lover, I wanted him to know everything about her body: what her breasts looked like and felt in his hands and mouth. How smooth her legs were and what they felt like wrapped around his torso. How lovely her feet and toes were. How soft and beautiful her hair was. How her lips felt and how she kissed and the taste of her mouth. What her ass looked like and how it jiggled and filled his hands. What her pussy looked like, its shape and size, her pubic hair’s color and texture, her urethral opening, its scent and her sticky vaginal secretions—most importantly, how her vagina felt gripping his cock. I wanted him to hear the moans she let out while being eaten and fucked. I wanted him to experience her face and body contorting, as she orgasmed; and how sleepy she looked afterwards. The more he knew about her sexually, the more sexually charged she became to me.