I submit this thought to you as I feel this is my reasoning for my need for activity.
We have all been children on Christmas Eve. Each of us can recall that sleepless night when Santa was to slip down the chimney and deliver our gifts. We would lay in bed pondering what he would bring, hoping against hope one of the items would the that one that was so desired. We would envision ourselves playing with it, running through the house with it. We could feel it, taste or smell it even tho we had hours to wait before we could rush to the tree!
Try as we might, most of us took quite a while to fall asleep that night. Even now, when we are expecting something wonderful or looking forward to an event or activity, our minds race the night/hours before. Although we are more controlled and able to maintain our composure, we still feel the excitement and for a period, inability to concentrate upon anything else.
The excitement I feel for Mrs. CXXC’s activities stems from the knowledge that she will be experiencing pleasures from another person. This excitement is elevated by my knowledge that when she returns, we will share the entire night as she relays, to me, all the dirty little details. I do it for her, she does it for me.
I also become extremely excited with the knowledge that Mrs. CXXC and I are going to engage in very hot and heavy sex. It always happens. Once the details of our adventures have been shared, we are lucky to take one breath before we are all over each other.
You see, the temptation for me to call or text Mrs. CXXC is more a matter of, “What are you experiencing now?” than a matter of, “I don’t feel so comfy with her being with him/her without me and I should bug her to get her to come home sooner.” We encourage each other fully in these adventures. When we share each other in solo play, we want to be there, but realize that this is not a time for US but for them.
I would love to be the fly on the wall watching and hearing everything. SURE!! Who wouldn’t? It is a great turn on to watch my wife be pleased by another. However, I also know that, as this is for her, I must not interfere and therefore keep my texts and calls away. I am very enthused about her playing solo. I simply want to share the experience with her. My desire for instant gratification is what prompts my thoughts to text and necessitates the ways to occupy myself.