It’s hard to explain the vast array of feelings that overcome me when my wife goes on a date. When she is gone, they range from being slightly comfortable with the situation to utter despair.
When she is home, it’s a euphoric rush of love, ecstacy, and a strong sense of subconscious, unyielding connection. It doesn’t go away until she leaves again, and returns the second she walks in the door. Repeat cycle.
When the mood and my schedule suits, I like to watch her get ready for a date. I like to lay in bed and talk to her while she preps herself. Brushing her hair, putting on a sexy bra, cleaning her mouth…just so she can get it dirty. Sometimes I’ll stand at the threshold of the shower and watch her bathe. Watching her shave her lady parts so some other guy can take advantage of her freshly shaved pussy is a weird feeling in and of itself. I get jealous seeing her spend so much time on her body, knowing that she’s about to give it to someone else. She claims she does the same for me, but I don’t believe her.