A rhetorical question if there ever was one, judging by the story codes. (Let's ignore the title. I'm going to have it silk screened on my old Bad English t-shirt) With no explicit sex and very little of the other sort, what we have here are the masturbatory musings of a fictional man who is more aroused by the relationship his wife enjoys with her boyfriend, than by the actual sweaty, pulse-pounding, fluid dripping details they doubtless enjoy in the privacy of their guest room.
Deep breath…That was a long sentence, wasn’t it?
Thank goodness I’ve just summed up the story in its entirety. If the idea of a husband willing to share his wife, give up marital sex, and even help her shop for lingerie excites you…Then this, my friend, is your cup of tea! However, if all of that is just good foreplay and you’re looking for a little sizzle with your bacon? Then I’d have to suggest that you get your porn fix elsewhere.
Bottom line? There was nothing surprising or surpassing here. It reads very similar to a thousand other stories and within the framework of the subbie cuckold genre it works as well as any other dishwasher on the market. It won’t scrub your pots clean, but it will leave your silverware spot free and ready for immediate use.