Redefining Love: A Journey Called Marriage

We got married four years ago both of us were virgins before our wedding night she was very conservative-minded raised in a strict family where sex was never discussed openly and I on the other hand had a secret fucking fantasy that I kept hidden deep inside me although we had a good sex life in the first year or so after our marriage things became much more routine the spark was lost after this time this was partly because Emma wouldn’t do any kinky stuff she wouldn’t agree to giving me a blowjob or using her ass for sex she said it was dirty and against her beliefs so we stuck to the basics missionary position in the dark with the lights on and clothes mostly on it was sweet but boring I craved more excitement something to make my heart race and my cock throb harder. Because of her beauty she would attract a lot of attention from other men they would often stare at her shapely body as if they were fucking her with their eyes when we walked down the street guys would turn their heads to watch her ass sway in her tight jeans or her boobs bounce under her tight top I would rather enjoy this and feel rather proud knowing that my wife was so desirable it fueled my fantasy of seeing her with another man especially someone older and rougher than me the thought of her conservative nature breaking under lust made me hard instantly. We were living in a house in a good society just outside the city it was a spacious home with a garden in the back and servant quarters at the rear, I had arranged a servant to help her with household work he was called Jack a strong-built man in his 50s with broad shoulders thick arms and a hairy chest that showed when his shirt was unbuttoned he used to live in the servant quarters which were in the rear of our house a small room with a bed and basic furniture separated by a thin wall from the main house I knew that if he got a chance he would fuck her this was obvious as I had seen him staring at her ass when walking behind her with a strange smile on his face once when she bent over to pick up laundry his gaze locked on her cleavage and he adjusted his pants discreetly another time while she was cooking he stood too close brushing against her hip she blushed and moved away but I saw the bulge in his trousers. One afternoon I went to his room in the servant quarters to ask about some repairs I noticed that Emma's panty was there under the bed it was a lacy white one she had worn a few days ago probably dropped in the laundry basket and ended up there by mistake when I picked it up I noticed that there were dried cum stains on both cups thick white crusts that flaked off when I touched them my heart pounded this really turned me on the idea that Jack had stolen her panty jerked his thick cock into it imagining her tight pussy wrapped around him I could picture him sniffing the crotch tasting her scent while pumping his load into the fabric I left it there exactly as I found it my mind racing with possibilities that night I couldn't stop thinking about it my cock stayed semi-hard as I lay next to Emma who was sleeping peacefully.

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