I think about her with another man. And not just any man but the man who she has been with multiple times already. The two of them together is beyond my ability to resist surrendering her to. It gets my dick beyond hard. Her body heat, her beauty, the sight of her in her sexy panties and bra, the smell of sex in the room, the sounds the bed is making as we fuck each other, the sound of her heavy breathing increasing, the sound of her moaning in pleasure....her body bearing down against mine as her beautiful tits press against my chest, her face with eyes closed now inches from mine....all are his before they are mine. I imagine she is wishing and wanting the same thing I am....that I was him instead of me. That it was his dick inside her. That it was his face between her legs and his tongue licking her from a**hole to clit, claiming every portion of her body as his own. It is without question the #1 desire and weakness for me sexually. I am not ashamed or afraid to admit it either. He is an alpha male and she an alpha female and I want nothing more than to surrender them to each other. She is my wife, yes. I love her. But her sexual desires and needs are better met by him. I'm ok with it. The fire between them is too hot to put out. It's just the f'n truth. When they are in the same room, and no matter who else is present, their bodies just seem to pull towards one another like moths to a flame. Watching them flirt with each other right in front of me makes MY heart race, my cock rock hard, my breathing heavy. Letting him take that from me is the most powerful sexual experience I've ever had the pleasure of enjoying. Surrender is the job of the beta male. The beta voice in my head says "Be a good beta and stand aside like a good beta should. The pu**y is his and he's taking it. She needs it, he needs it, you get sloppy seconds. Be happy about it." That's 100% where my head goes and I would not and do not want that to change. My job is to be man enough to not interrupt these two alphas in getting what they need from each other but to do my part in making sure their night/weekend or week together out of town is as powerful and mind-blowing as possible. When they draw closer in the bar light, if he should touch her or she him, when they focus intently upon each other like they are the only two people in the room and they finally leave the bar to go succumb to the desires and needs of their bodies...that entire exchange feels like it's my duty to protect. They need each other.
