While My Husband Sleeps (M/F Cuckold Erotica)
Jennifer married the rich, man that showered her with affection, and she devoted herself completely to him. But years later, feeling like a princess locked in a tower, she yearns to feel beautiful and desired again. So when she captures the attention of the sexy and mysterious rogue next door, she invites him over so he can take her to sexual heights her husband never could. More
Jennifer married the rich, attentive man that showered her with affection, and she devoted herself completely to him. But years later, now feeling like a princess locked in a tower with a neglectful jailer, she yearns to feel beautiful and desired again. So when she captures the attention of the sexy and mysterious rogue next door, she invites him over so he can take her to sexual heights her husband never could. And with her husband asleep in the bedroom with them, Jennifer awakens a part of her sexuality she never knew existed.
*Please note that this story contains very explicit descriptions of erotic and sexual situations written for extreme genital arousal which will lead to self-pleasure. Mature readers only.
Jennifer stared out of her kitchen window tired of being the devoted wife. Her self-sacrifice for her husband was unending. She had never said no to any of his requests, and he knew that she wouldn't. But instead of him loving her unwaveringly for it, he seemed to have lost interest.
Now instead of coming home right after work like he used to, he called telling her he was going to have a few drinks. And instead of treating her like a princess in bed like he once did, he barely touched her. Jennifer had always received her share of attention from men, however her husband's had outshined them all. But now that he had her and she gave him everything he wanted, he made her feel ugly and rejected. His coming home drunk near midnight smelling like a bar was the final straw. She needed to feel desired again and she wanted her husband to know what he had lost.
With a glass of wine in hand, Jennifer turned toward the large sliding glass doors that from its perch on the second floor, looked over the whole neighborhood. It being past midnight in an upper-class district, all of the houses were dark. The only one still lit was the one across the street. It was the home of the ruggedly good-looking man who had moved in a month earlier.
Jennifer kept a close eye on that neighbor. Her observations discovered that he lived there alone. Although there were a number of young beautiful women that left in the morning, there was no one that ever left twice. Jennifer imagined that her new neighbor was a rogue. Perhaps he was a rock star or the heir to a fortune. Whatever he was, it intrigued her and kept her watching.
More than once the mysterious neighbor had caught her and stared back. It had been nights like tonight, though usually before her husband came home. She would be standing out on the balcony dressed in one of her white silken robes. He would step out onto his balcony with a tumbler in hand and exchange gazes. It made her feel good about herself that a man who could so easily find young, beautiful women, would also watch her. His stares gave her what her husband did not.
Only after Jennifer established that he would gaze at her endlessly, would she be content enough to leave. She loved the attention, but she was a devoted wife after all. There was only so much flirtation she was allowed with a gorgeous man. But tonight as she twirled the wine in her glass wondering if she should step onto the balcony, she knew that their flirtation could end in much more.