I want my big titted wife to become s*******, romantically and emotionally entangled with a dangerous man – like an inmate, gangster or cop. She’ll make dirty videos for them of her m*********** with dildos, yelling out his name, pleasuring herself. I want her to asl me to photograph her in every state of dress and undress, including lingerie, shower and naked pictures.

Eventually, I want her boyfriend to assert more and more control over my wife’s body. First, I want him to convince her to go b******* really early on – so I can slurp down their l********* fluids after he’s done with her. And also so she can get the full benefits of their pairing.

At first, he’ll tell my wife I’m not allowed to see her massive, 40G cup t*** anymore. Not even in a bra. So my wife and I make love with her wearing a tshirt. I’ll go to fondle a n***** and she’ll brush me away, half laughing and half annoyed.

Next, he’ll restrict s** to once per week and only with a condom. When I eagerly comply with his humiliating demands, my wife will lose a part of her s***** attraction for me. The first time I slide it inside with a condom, at His request, she’ll finally understand the profundity of her attraction to her boyfriend. To humiliate me further, she’ll moan his name, or hiss taunts at me comparing her to Him: “Oh you pathetic b****, Tom owms this p**** now,” or “Tom cums in me 10 times a weekend, how does that make you feel?” Finally, to put me over: Oh, oh, oh Tom, oh Tom, f*** my married p****. Act like I’m YOUR wife.”

Finally, as their relationship escalates into candlelight dinner and weekends of passionate l********* – the kind newlyweds do, the kind couples conceiving do, the kind of deep transformative love shared between a husband and wife – he’ll convince my wife to stop birth control and stop having i********** with me, her husband, altogether. I’ll be stung and aroused when my wife approves abd enjoys the new arrangement, and tells me she’s rediscovered her body and feminimity and s******** through her l********* with Him. She tells me she loves Him and they’ve already talked about a future.

They consummate their ersatz marriage when my wife wears her bridal lingerie – a white corset, holding in her massive creamy mounds, with a moistened pair of lacey white p******. She tells him that night that she wishes he were her original husband, and gojng forward her body would be as if it were his wife’s – he gets full husbandly access. And I’m caged, only allowed to listen, make cold drinks and bring hot towels in after vigorous l*********.

I want my wife to have decades – literally decades – of s***** freedom and satisfaction with another man. I’ll bankroll her affair, take pictures of her for her lovers, buy alcohol, drugs, dinners, movie tickets, hotel and motel rooms, s** toys, lingerie, bathing suits, low-cut blouses and dresses, a stud fee, a hotwife dowry of cash,alcohol, drugs, food and s** toys.

I want another man to really physically connect with my wife. For years. And I want to witness, pay, support and eat creampies.