07:00 AM: Cuckold’s Morning Submission

The alarm clock reads 07:00, its harsh beep cutting through the dimly lit bedroom. I’m lying here, completely naked, as she straddles him, her boots and gloves glinting under the greenish filter. Her words echo in my mind, ‘Well, honey, I suppose you could fuck me when he’s done. But it would turn me on more if you watched us, jacked off in a tissue, and then begged to suck his cum from my pussy.’ I can’t help but feel a mix of humiliation and arousal, a twisted cocktail that’s become all too familiar. And there’s something about the way she says it, so casual, so matter-of-fact. It’s like she’s ordering a coffee, not demanding I watch her fuck another man. I’m supposed to be the one in control, the one she comes to for everything. But here I am, reduced to a spectator, a cuckold in my own bed.

07:00 AM: The Cuckold’s Awakening

The guitar neck on the table catches my eye, a reminder of the music we used to make together. Now, it’s just another prop in this sickening dance. I can almost hear the strings vibrating with the rhythm of their bodies, a symphony of betrayal. She’s always been a tease, but this… this is a whole new level of cruelty. I’m supposed to watch, to jerk off, and then beg. Beg to taste his cum from her pussy. It’s degrading, and yet, there’s a part of me that’s turned on by the thought.

Her Demand: A Cuckold’s Ultimate Submission

I can see the outline of his cock through his pants, hard and ready. She’s already wet, I can tell by the way she’s moving, grinding against him. The room is filled with the sound of their heavy breathing, a stark contrast to the ticking of the alarm clock. I’m supposed to be the one she desires, the one she needs. But here, I’m nothing more than a pawn in her game, a cuckold to her whore. And as much as it kills me, I know I’ll do exactly as she says. I’ll watch, I’ll jerk off, and then I’ll beg. Because that’s what she wants, and in this twisted dynamic, her wants are all that matter.