Morbo con mí mujer

The other time she arrived from the bowling alley, all provocative with her red mini skirt, the neckline that almost didn't leave anything to imagination and not mentioning that she's very well endowed. She told me that when she was walking with a friend downtown, a motorcycle with two guys passed by and they yelled things at us. How are you, brunette? she told me what happened, expecting to see my reaction. At first I said: Naaa, those lame guys... until I turned around and saw her like that, all splendid, I remained silent. For about five seconds more or less, I finished my sentence followed by: Well, how not to see you, look at everything that's going on. She let out a laugh and says: Do you like being looked at? Isn't it part of one's ego? I replied. I said: Let's go for a walk. We left, I was also coming from the street but I was walking somewhat casually. We were walking and the gaze of others felt. No people, I think I have a morbo, does someone feel the same with their partner? Send...