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Exhibitionism | Voyeurism (Husband Watching) | Cuckquean Dynamics | Seduction Game
His Game, Her Performance, Their Thrill
”And then, right in the middle of that all-consuming, brain-melting kiss… I heard it… From the direction of the main house… came a sound. A low, choked-off groan… Leo.”
For Anna and Leo, “educational afternoons” at opulent open houses are a thrilling game. While Anna “charms” the unsuspecting realtor, Leo watches, his excitement fueling hers. But when his audible pleasure interrupts her kiss with their latest target, the game takes an even sharper, hotter turn.
Sunday. You know Sundays. That weird, liminal space where the brunch mimosas have worn off but the Monday dread hasn’t quite sunk its fangs in yet. It’s a day ripe for… possibilities. Or, in our house, ripe for Leo to start getting that look in his eye. You know the one. It’s halfway between a kid plotting a cookie jar heist and a wolf spotting a particularly plump sheep. And I, apparently, am his favorite accomplice in sheep acquisition. Or cookie theft. Metaphorically speaking, of course. Mostly.
He was doing his usual Sunday ritual: sprawled on the sofa, iPad propped on his chest, scrolling…
