Time-Share Wife

I’ve been getting vicarious enjoyment from my wife’s stories of office life with her boss. Half her waking day is spent at the office, her home away from home. I want her to enjoy his half as much as my half. My heart is secretly hoping my worst fears will come true. I’m hoping she’ll give herself to him in love. I’ve gone past the point of no return. I want her to do this. Her desire has infected my soul. I’m desperately craving to hear that he’s had her. Watching it happen will be amazing. The epic thrill will be mind blowing.

Eight hours a day I can’t have her anyway. Someone else might as well.

Now he’s her day husband. During the night she’s mine to hold. During the day she’s his to hold. I never know when it might be happening. They might be doing it at this moment, or a half hour from now. My wife is in love with her boss. They’re not just cheating. They’re making love. This rips at my heart with more power than the idea of her meeting some random stranger. This hurts and thrills me. It’s intoxicating.