I think my wife is the most beautiful woman in the world, but I think she would look even better if I found someone to help paint her face ?

You can't take your eyes off your cuckold fantasy made real — your wife's face bare, waiting, luminous with possibility.

You feel the heat of wanting this for her, of watching someone else lean close, brush against her skin, leave their mark where you can see every detail.

You know what it means to offer her up like this, to step back and let another pair of hands work over what belongs to you — and you want it anyway, maybe because of that, the ache of it settling low and undeniable in your chest and everywhere else.