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Your noticed your friends huge cock bulge like this one and that your wife could not take fer eyes off it, you wife mentions she likes what he was flaunting in front of her. You feel her pussy when he leaves and she is dripping wet, she tells you she would love to have him fuck her, his cock is so beautiful.
Would you tell him that he made her so horny and what she said???
No. I wouldn’t. Not yet at any rate. Of course I wouldn’t need to tell her as I’d be on the verge of spontaneous ejaculation.
But first, I’d first want to explore her thoughts and feelings about this. My approach — and this is only me — would be seemingly to pour cold water all over her enthusiasm.
I’d ask her to explain what she meant by this, what he was supposedly flaunting, why she thinks it was being flaunted, and why she thinks it was being flaunted for her. Sometimes erections just happen. Maybe this was one of those times. Does she have any reason to think that her interest is reciprocated? It would be mighty embarrassing to broach this only to learn that she had misread everything.
Maybe this is just a normal fantasy that isn’t meant to go anywhere. Why does she think differently, that this is somehow SUPPOSED to be, that Nature INTENDS and DEMANDS this to be as the natural order of things? How does she know she’d love him in the saddle? What exactly makes that so? Does his dick intrigue you? Why? And what exactly about his dick makes it ‘so’ beautiful? And how would it make you feel if he understood your thoughts on all these things perfectly?
So while feigning weak opposition to the idea, I argue subtly to fixate her mind on that situation, and set her to fantasizing uncontrollably about the object of her dark, smoldering desires, blowing gently on the orange ambers of her passion.
Then I’d shut up — for a week, 6 months or whatever.
In this time [whatever that is], she’ll baste in her own juices, wondering what
‘understanding your thoughts perfectly on all these things’ actually means. As all this percolates in her mind [and possibly other places], she will in time reach a bursting point. She’ll have thought through this in every way imaginable [and perhaps some that are not] and pick the best time and way to raise it.
I look slightly surprised [you pondered all that and it STILL works for you!] Hmmm [as in ‘maybe there ISsomething to this…]. So I come across as having my interest piqued and openly receptive. I say …
‘OK so you’ve given this some thought [to say the least], turned and weighed this in your mind; what two, most things about this work most powerfully and beautifully for you?’
‘Men,’ she thinks.
When alone, I pull up the encrypted file with the notes I made on our initial discussion. I add a few remarks on the most recent discussion.
The next day, I take my buddy to the pub for a beer [my nickel]. I ask if he might be able to help with something. Of course he agrees. It’s about me and the wife.
‘Really! I thought you guys were good.’
‘Oh, we are … but something’s come up…and it seems only out can help with it…’
‘So what is it?’
‘This…’
I hand him a printed copy of my file.
As he reads, his eyes bug out. When he’s done, he looks up at me slack-jawed. I ask,
‘How can I help you move this forward?’