Gay Husband’s Secret Resentment Towards His Wife

I held, feeling the moment stretch thin. One filled with harness straps, silicone, and the surprising promise of greater shared pleasure—things we hadn’t even thought of yet. Gay porn It didn’t need to bear the full weight for long—just keep it steady and aligned while Pete and I did the work. I knew about his toys—saw the charges on our card with each addition. Sometimes, after a particularly rigorous session—begun after I’d gone to bed, or while I was out at the gym—Pete would emerge from the shower, skin red and scrubbed clean. My stomach knotted with anticipation and a little fear—that he’d laugh, or worse, just look away. Downstairs, the towels would be piled up, enough to fill the washing machine on their own.I’d eye the rumbling washer, thinking the towels saw more action with Pete than I did. You ordered cacio e pepe, even though you said you just wanted a snack—that you’d eaten enough.”Pete chuckled, low and easy. It was like the afterglow from the dream was lighting him up.The next morning, that feeling lingered.

Gay Husband’s Secret Resentment Towards His Wife

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